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Alfie Smith. Posted 22 Nov 2002.
Being born in 1939 the 'BLACKOUT' meant nothing to my pals or me, it was a way of life and we knew nothing else. I remember in the winter time when it was overcast with no moon or stars to give any light, not even a glimmer from house windows because of the blackout blinds on them, we would find our way home by feel, counting windows and doors in the street until we came to our own house.
I also remember in particular my Mother letting me stay up to witness the street lights being switched on in Stonehaven. My Mother and I went down to the market square where there were hordes of people and their excitement rubbed of on to me. Then came the count down, with everyone joining in shouting out 10-9-8 etc., then came the magic word - ZERO and someone threw a switch then Lo and Behold: a couple of dozen 60 watt bulbs burst into life to a tremendous cheer, except from me, I was disappointed to say the least, I thought that it was going to be like daylight, (I was only about six years old then). As it happened there was very little difference, Well, a 60-watt bulb is hardly floodlighting is it? | | |
|  | Hugh Britton from Glasgow. Posted 10 Dec 2004.
Are you the Alfie who published the Poetry?I was born in 1938.
Also interested in what took you to Stonehaven, your account of it took me 'way back as I had many holidays there in the 40/50 period.
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