- Contributed by
- hildac
- People in story:
- Hilda Rumbold
- Location of story:
- Bristol
- Article ID:
- A2644490
- Contributed on:
- 18 May 2004
I lived near Fileanton Airport in Bristol. I lived in a home then. I like to help oldmen wash and dress themselves in hospital. I worked on the land picking hops. we watched the planes coming down in the back garden in the home. Three of my brothers-in-law that were in the war have died. My Dad died in war, we were all fitted out with gas masks but did not use them. We were to go in the air-raid shelter when the siren went.
We had to be very quiet when war broke out, but when it ended we all went dancing and singing in the air-raid shelter. Where we lived we saw the air-ships and paracutes coming down in the garden, they used to pick up the paracute that was made of silk and made fancy dresses from them for concerts.
It was very hard at times. Baby's were born in the shelters. When we moved I moved to hostel near coventry cathedral this got bombed. We watched the bombs coming down. It was dreadful.
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