St Leonard's Hospice: Ethel's story

Posted on 29 October 2012 | Narrative

I lived next to the gas works in Monkgate, in the upstairs flat.

When the bomb hit, we heard sirens… and as we got out of bed, and went down the first flight of stairs, we were blown right down the second lot of stairs and into the street, from the blast. My mum was looking for my brother who was only small. He lost his hearing because of the blast.

There were eight children in my family – and we all slept in the same bed. We all crawled in together – you were lucky if you were in the middle where it was nice and warm. It was like the song… “there were eight in the bed and the little one said …roll over!”

We never had any hot water in our house.