Indeed, it's just a small amount of them, I assume these are the originals (someone just posted the picture on Facebook). please log in to view this image I see that following last nights programme, someone's started a petition to try and get them all back to Hull.
I was edacuted in the sixitites and sevenities and my speeling is preety goode. My uncle who is 83 lived down 22nd Avenue during the war and he can still recall the bombing raids. Must have been terrifying for a kid of 5 or 6. The kids were shipped out to North Yorks after a while and some were treated awfully, but my mum (god rest her soul) loved it.
"On another note I was highly impressed with the standard of writing of the young people back in 1941. The education system back then must have been excellent." Highly impressive, and the lack of red ink is testament to a superior generation, oh... please log in to view this image
My dear departed grandma used to tell us a story of how a bomb fell in Folkstone St. presumably trying to hit the power station nearby. The blast shattered all the house windows and sprayed broken glass all over her front room. She showed me the marks on her gramophone years later. Bless her, in later life she used to hide under the stairs when it thundered almost like some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome.
Same with my grandma with the stairs. None of this counseling crap at the breaking of a fingernail. Tough as and just got on with it.
I remember being told that a big gun at the top of some department store building was thought to be fake and just there to give people a feeling they had more protection. Don't know how true all that was though.
http://www.rhaywood.karoo.net/bombmap.htm Hope it's ok to copy the link above, saw it one time at the History Centre.
One of the kids work mentioned seeing burnt bodies in a shot down german bomber and feeling no pity. Understandable at the time. Ironic that there is the mass grave in chants ave of those killed with no names yet the German airmen in the same cemetery have named gravestones.
New story from today, my grandad was an ARP where the Campanile hotel is now, his colleague insisted they swapped to shifts because he wanted to take his wife out one night. Bad move for him,he was killed my grandad lived. As was shown last night anyone who was there at the time doesn't say much about it.
There was indeed, my Grandparents lived on Southern Drive and their garden backed onto Costello. It was there for quite a few years after the war, and finally taken down. But they told me during the war, it was hell for them when they started using the guns.
A lot of emphasizes was placed on neat writing, and you got extra marks for that. When we came to use fountain pens we had to buy an Osmoroid pen with an italic nib, and had in English lesson sessions just on writing.
From what I have read, fake guns were installed in the first world war to reassure the people. At the time they had no idea how to knock down the zeppelins.
That's a wow and ****ing hell all in one go, i'm sailing away from internet signal but will get back to you on this in a day or two.
How on earth my mother can remember when she was a small girl over 70 years ago i have no idea, but she tells me the guys surname and he lived in a corner house on 21st ave.
