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If ever I'm allowed to get a dog, I'm gonna call it Anderson

Edit : Or ****head

That's the one![]()


If ever I'm allowed to get a dog, I'm gonna call it Anderson
Edit : Or ****head![]()
If ever I'm allowed to get a dog, I'm gonna call it Anderson
Edit : Or ****head![]()
My Dad was just a kid during WW2 and lived on North Hull Est. He talked about his experiences many times and one of the things he described so well, was when the family house was flattened.
His Dad, was away at war, so it must have been my Gran's idea to just get under a table during air raids, even though there was a shelter in the garden.
One night though, a next door neighbour knocked and just said he had a bad feeling about tonight and they should all (a family of five) get in it.
I have a lot to thank that old man for, because that night the house took a direct hit. Everyone in the shelter (what were those shelters called?), survived and Dad was soon evacuated to a place called Foxholes.
Now about 15 years ago, my missus took an interest in the World wars and started borrowing library books on the subject.
She came across a book showing photographic evidence of the damage caused in Hull and a section in there was pictures of North Hull Est.
She passed it over to me and I browsed....
Suddenly there was it was. My Dad's family house, completely flattened.
Dad had told me how unusual it was for a house to be completely demolished, but for the roof to stay intact and I knew it had to be.
Of course we showed him that picture and you should have seen his reaction, it was so emotional. He even pointed out his all time favourite chip shop in the background, which had also taken a big hit.
War, huh! What is it good for???
My Sister and her husband took Dad just for a drive one day, but they didn't tell him where they were going.That place called Foxholes is a village between Driffield and Scarborough btw.

Whereabouts was your dad living on nhe?My Sister and her husband took Dad just for a drive one day, but they didn't tell him where they were going.
Dad recognised it straight away, even though he'd have been 9 or 10 at the time.
He had great memories of the place, even though there were NUNS.... AARGH![]()
Honestly Chazz, I don't really know. I seem to have 1st Ave and 21st Ave in my head, but it can't have been 21st, because that's where I was born.Whereabouts was your dad living on nhe?
Talked to my Sister, Chazz and she says it was 19th Ave.Whereabouts was your dad living on nhe?
My Dad was just a kid during WW2 and lived on North Hull Est. He talked about his experiences many times and one of the things he described so well, was when the family house was flattened.
His Dad, was away at war, so it must have been my Gran's idea to just get under a table during air raids, even though there was a shelter in the garden.
One night though, a next door neighbour knocked and just said he had a bad feeling about tonight and they should all (a family of five) get in it.
I have a lot to thank that old man for, because that night the house took a direct hit. Everyone in the shelter (what were those shelters called?), survived and Dad was soon evacuated to a place called Foxholes.
Now about 15 years ago, my missus took an interest in the World wars and started borrowing library books on the subject.
She came across a book showing photographic evidence of the damage caused in Hull and a section in there was pictures of North Hull Est.
She passed it over to me and I browsed....
Suddenly there was it was. My Dad's family house, completely flattened.
Dad had told me how unusual it was for a house to be completely demolished, but for the roof to stay intact and I knew it had to be.
Of course we showed him that picture and you should have seen his reaction, it was so emotional. He even pointed out his all time favourite chip shop in the background, which had also taken a big hit.
War, huh! What is it good for???
Amazing, Tom. Check my post above to Chazz., seconds apart.Me Mam would often tell us about the blitz. She lived on 5th Ave with 19th opposite and I can remember the big concrete air raid shelter they shared with next door. My Grandad was a baker at Jacksons and worked nights, but on his days (nights) off he would not go into the shelter, he would stand in the door. A the blast from the bomb on 19th blew him right down the hallway into the bathroom. He always went in the shelter after that. I was born in 12th and lived until joining up on the corner of 33rd and Greenwood. I have posted this before.
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