NextBack'It was Christmas 1940 and the week before I was to get married. I was twenty-two years old and I lived in Orchard Street with my parents and twin sister. It was only a little house, two up and two down with a tiny kitchen and a toilet outside. In the kitchen was a little boiler with a furnace underneath that you could light when you wanted to do your washing.”
"That evening, I went out to meet my boyfriend (my future husband) but when I got to the bottom of Orchard Street I felt in my pocket and I hadn't got a clean hanky. I turned back and went home to get it. As I went in the door I saw my mum and dad huddled together under the stairs. My sister was upstairs looking out of the upstairs window, she wasn't supposed to do that my mum used to carry on if she looked out of the bedroom window when the bombs were dropping but there she was. As I walked in my sister started running down the stairs shouting it's coming, it's coming'. I ran to get under the stair's with my mum and dad. As I did so the bomb came and hit us and the blast bounced my sister down the last few stairs.”
'The house started shaking and the roof fell In. We lived next door to greengrocers kept by Mr Bennett be was an Air Raid Warden. He was a rather smart person and he used to march up and down the street. He came and got us out. We lived on the right-
