The BSA is bombed
NextBackWe moved to Grove Street just before the outbreak of war and I was sent to work in a local factory.
"I was on the 6pm to 2am shift one day so I was at home when my younger sister, Lily, came back from school. Lily liked aeroplanes, she could identify most of the planes that came over. She was standing on the steps of the wagon, watching a low-flying plane when she said 'I've never seen one like that before, it's black, like a German plane'”. I said, 'Don't be silly, it can't be a German plane'. As we watched, it circled round and had almost disappeared over the bottom of the yard when it tilted slightly and three bombs came out. I ran down the yard and picked my brother up, Lily picked her sister up and we ran into Mrs Russell's house. Her house was at the end of our yard and her kitchen was slightly lower than our site, so at the beginning of the war, before our air-raid shelter had been built, we used to take our blankets and stay down there when the air-raid siren went. As we were running the blast caught me, jerking my head sideways and I had a headache for a week. That was the bomb that fell on the BSA fields".
