I remember the sirens going off.
What do I remember? I remember the sirens going off. I would rush into the garden and look for the search lights to light up the sky. They were beams of light that would move backwards and forwards across the sky. Then I would call up to our grandmother and tell her I could see the lights.
We would go down the garden to the dugout (a bleak air aid shelter). If I remember rightly it was a hole dug down the end of the garden covered by corrugated iron, with wooden planks which we sat or slept on (after the war the corrugated iron was used a slide).
I also used to go out with Violet. A whisper would go round that a certain green grocer would be having fruit. You would all form a long queue and hope that when it was your turn, they would have oranges or bananas.
I well remember Wrexham. We used to play out all the time, down the chicken runs or on the brickky (a bleak field when the cows were gone).
It must have been towards the end of the war that we went down to Wales but Frances must have had some way of knowing when there was going to be a raid as we were all put in the cupboard under the stairs. Obviously the raids never reached North Wales.
My greatest sadness about going back for a visit was that they had gotten rid of our toy box and my brother's blue plane had gone forever.
Shared by Zoe Valentine
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