I read the letter about the Albany Road bombing with interest. I was five at the time. The bomb dropped on the house right next to ours, everything went black, I screamed for mum.
My friend who was playing with me, ran out of the front door calling for her mum, she lived further down the road. A man came to tell mum we must get out of the house as it wasn’t safe. As we ran across the road the plane was coming towards us. He was very low and shooting at us. Somebody shouted at us to lie down on the road, when the plane had gone we went to a neighbour’s house where I sat under the table with the other children. The house that got hit left a big crater. The lady got buried in the rubble and some men pulled her out, she was badly bruise. Mum did tell me about Mr South, he was blown out of his house across the road, I believe he was still on his bedstead. Mum and I were taken to granddad’s home in West Street. There is a newspaper cutting in the museum telling the story. It was a very scary day.