| During the
weekend that war was declared in September, 1939, I was on holiday with my
family in Sandown, Isle of Wight. We travelled home on the Saturday. The
train from Sandown to Ryde was packed. Mom, Dad, my elder brother and I
found room in the guard’s van and I was lifted up to sit on top of a milk
churn for the duration of the journey to Ryde pierhead. From there we
boarded the paddle steamer ferry to the railhead at Southsea on the
mainland. During the short voyage across the Solent the aircraft carrier HMS
Courageous was pointed out to me. I was seven years
old and knew nothing about war or Germany. I was soon to find out. The
following week my brother John was evacuated with his school, King Edwards
Grammar School, Camp Hill, to Myton College, Warwick. I missed him a lot.
Luckily he was billeted with a young married couple in Landor Road, Warwick,
who became good friends of ours, and were very kind.
Not long after losing
my big brother’s company, Dad told me that HMS Courageous, the ship we had
so recently seen, had been torpedoed and sunk by a German submarine. The
date of the sinking was 17th September, 1939.
One of the first
regulations that came into force at the beginning of the war was in regard
to the 'Blackout'. Because it was obvious that the Germans would send the
bomber planes to destroy our factories and railways etc., mainly under cover
of darkness, no one was allowed to show a light at night, so that all street
lights were switched off for the duration of the war.
All the housewives were
busy trying to get suitable curtain material to 'blackout' their windows at
night and the same regulations applied to offices and factories. In the
winter when you went out on a moonless evening it would sometimes be
extremely dark. The Wardens would come round checking for any lights showing
and you were in trouble if he saw a glimmer of light from your window.
Buses and cars
had their head lamps hooded so that hopefully they could not be seen from
above. Buses also had their tops camouflaged with dull matt brown and green
paint and those that were based in Acocks Green bus depot were left out at
night and parked all along the Fox Hollies Road dual carriageways for fear
that the German bomb aimers might regard the vast roof of the garage as a
factory, especially as it is alongside the railway.
Over the ensuing
weeks and months we all had to register for Identity Cards, (at Yarnfield
School) and we were issued with Ration Books for food, Coupons for clothes,
and with gas masks. My dad was issued with a tin helmet and a stirrup pump
for firewatching in Mayfield Road during air-raids. The gas masks we were
supposed to carry about with us at all times. We always had to take them to
school, and sometimes we would wear them during a lesson. The eyepiece would
steam up in minutes, and of course our voices were muffled. Thankfully we
did not have a gas attack throughout the war. Occasionally we would have an
air-raid whilst at school, and we all had to grab our gas masks and run to
the school bomb shelters until the 'all clear' was sounded.
Dad also dug a
large deep hole in the back garden for an air-raid shelter, but for the
first year or so of the war we sheltered in the small pantry under the house
stairs. When brother John was home on school holidays it was very cramped in
the pantry with four of us sheltering in there during the night raids.
Eventually the
dug-out air-raid shelter was completed and there we could at least lie down
and perhaps sleep during the night time raids, although being woken in the
middle of the night, grabbing clothes etc., and running the length of the
garden to dive down into the shelter wasn't really much fun. Soon after you
would lie there listening to the drone of the Dornier bombers coming over
and the constant firing of the ack-ack guns and bomb explosions. And you
still had to attend school that morning! Hopefully, the all-clear would
sound in time for everyone to wash and have breakfast before setting off to
work or school.
In 1941 air-raids
in Birmingham became heavier and more frequent and the air-raid shelter
became very damp and flooded despite efforts with Dad’s stirrup pump, so we
had installed in the front room a Morrison table shelter which obviously was
warm, dry and comfortable. It was as big as a double bed, quite well sprung
and made of steel with a sheet of steel for a roof and a strong wire mesh
around the outside.
The method used
by the first wave of bombers during a raid was to drop baskets of incendiary
bombs to set fire to factories and industrial areas to create fires which
would guide the following waves to the main targets. Incendiary bombs were
about 18 inches long and burnt fiercely and brightly. To deal with them, the
Firewatchers would drop a sandbag or two on the bomb and hopefully
extinguish it. One other method was to use a long handled shovel and throw
garden soil on the bomb. When a garden shed, garage or house caught fire
then that was when the stirrup pump and water buckets were used. Water for
this purpose was found in large old oil drums at the side of the road every
40 metres or so and were kept topped up by the residents. On the corner of
Knights Road and Tyseley Lane a circular brick built water tank was built up
to about 2 metres high for the use of the fire service.
Later on, the Germans
developed an incendiary bomb that after burning for a short while would then
explode. One landed on our next door neighbour’s shed and a man who lived
opposite us ran over to deal with it with a shovel of soil and was quite
badly injured when it exploded, and he was blinded for some months
afterwards. After the introduction of these exploding incendiaries the
firewatchers and ARP Wardens dealt with them by using the long handled
shovels and using dustbin lids as a shield. Barrage balloons were flown
during raids in an attempt to stop any low level air attacks, the idea being
that the balloon cables would cut through the aircrafts’ wings.
The blitz on
Birmingham in 1941/42 increased and Tyseley being an industrial area and
with the main railway line to London and a canal running through it became a
prime target together with its neighbours, Greet and Small Heath. The
gentleman my brother was billeted with was a member of the Auxiliary Fire
Service in Warwick, and at the height of the blitz he and his fire crew
would be sent to assist in controlling the fires in Tyseley and also to the
devastating blitz on Coventry.
After a night’s
blitz we schoolboys on our way to school would look for and collect pieces
of shrapnel from the ack-ack shells lying about the streets. I had a large
biscuit tin full of it by the end of the war. Some of the German aircraft
and their crew members must have been full of holes during their flight over
us. The consequences of these raids led to all sorts of problems. Gas
supplies would be disrupted because gas mains had been blown up as were some
water mains. I walked with Dad to Tyseley railway engine sheds carrying a
copper kettle and my Dad carried a white enamel bucket to fetch water from a
stand pipe there. There was a long queue as it was the only water available
in the vicinity. During the following week army water trucks used to stop at
the comer of the street for us to collect our daily water which had to be
boiled before drinking.
There were of course,
food shortages and most food was rationed and there would be long queues at
the various shops. There were no supermarkets of course, and the housewives
would queue at the grocers to try and obtain eggs, cheese, tea and sugar
etc., and then queue yet again perhaps at the butchers and then the
greengrocers. A time consuming process. Coal was also rationed so during a
cold spell the house coal fires were kept as low as possible. No central
heating at home in those days!
Our friends in
Warwick kept poultry and rabbits. Dad, sometimes at a weekend, would visit
my brother in Warwick. He was transported by my uncle who owned a motorbike.
He would sometimes bring back some eggs kindly donated by our friends. They
also gave us a pair of rabbits, a Dutch buck and a Flemish giant doe for
breeding, and for some time we had fresh rabbit available to eat. My Dad
demonstrated how to kill a rabbit, and Mom was quite expert at skinning it.
We had rabbit for dinner, stewed or roasted at regular intervals. They were
not regarded as pets.
Another blow for us was
in 1943 when John joined the Royal Navy and so we did not see him very much
until 1946. During this war period we had an allotment in Fox Hollies Road
which had previously been part of the Fox Hollies Hall estate, and where 3
tower blocks now stand. We grew some lovely vegetables etc., including
plenty of rabbit food - carrots, lettuce, cabbage stalks etc., so they were
probably better fed than we were. We also grew potatoes, peas, rhubarb,
beans, onions and radishes etc. All lovely stuff. They called it 'Digging
for Victory'.
At last in 1946
we had VE Day and then VJ Day. All the lights came back on again- WONDERFUL!
FOOTNOTE
I now reflect on
these war years, and wonder how our parents managed to cope. Most adults
were doing a full time job, then taking on their duties as Wardens,
Firewatchers, Home Guard, AFS, Special Constables, Auxiliary Nurses, WVS
etc., etc., and also trying to bring up a family and most of the time with
very little sleep. Some of the husbands of course were away on military
service so their wives had to cope as best they could. An exhausting time
for them all.
Some of my own
relatives suffered considerably during the war. My aunt’s husband was taken
prisoner by the Japanese at Singapore. She pluckily looked after her young
daughter during the Birmingham blitz in Sparkbrook where they were bombed
out and moved to Barrows Road Small Heath. She didn't hear from my Uncle for
a considerable time, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. He did return
in poor health from his terrible ordeal at the end of the war, and my Aunt
nursed him back to good health. Happily they had a second daughter. My Aunt
died in the Spring of 2005 in her 93rd year.
Another Uncle was
directed to join the Fire Service and was sent to Bristol to help during the
blitz there, and witnessed some tragic events. A cousin joined the Army and
was badly wounded fighting in Italy. An Uncle was sent by the Army to serve
the whole of the war in either Shetland or Orkney (I can't remember which).
We didn't see much of him!
Some of my
cousins served in the Army, RAF, the Navy and WRNS so that my own family was
quite affected, like millions of others by the war. We were also lucky that
they all came back alive. A great relief for us all.
May, 2005
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