This is not my story but my mothers and she said that during the war a bomb was dropped in "the Trap" in Buckley which damaged the house of her parents.
The first thing my mother knew was that my grandmother arrived, covered in dust and telling her they'd been bombed out. My grandfather then rushed up shouting:
"If those Germans have touched a hair on that babbie's 'ed, I'll kill the lot of 'em".
My sister was less than a year old at the time. After a day or two, my mother went to the Congregational Chapel schoolroom on Buckley Common to find her parents. They weren't there.
She was told they'd gone home but didn't believe it because the house had a hole in the roof from the bomb blast.
Anyway, she went to look and found her father in bed with an umbrella up saying the German's could do what they liked - he was staying at home in his own bed.
Above him was a huge hole through which the rain was pouring. He still carried on his normal life until the roof was mended.
