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Regular reader Charlotte Thomas got
in touch after reading about the Three Night Blitz in the February issue
of The BAY. Her grandfather Haydn Thomas has many memories of this time
and Charlotte felt that unless these reminiscences
are documented, they will be forgotten. Here are some recollections from Haydn who is now 88 years old and has taken up
painting as a hobby, see some of his work below.
“When
I was a boy during the war, I worked for a high class shipping grocer, called
Mr Watts, whose shop was on Fabian Street. Mr. Watts had a distinctive white
moustache. I used to deliver the goods to the customers for him, and replenish
stock for the store by cycling up St Mary’s Way to pick up boxes of margarine,
and things like that. I enjoyed my work with Mr Watts. But it suddenly came to
an end during the blitz of 1942, when the whole of Fabian Street – which was
full of shops and things – was completely destroyed, including Mr Watts the
grocers’. And I lost my job! I was really disappointed with that. I’m sure Mr Watts
felt it even harder than I did!
I also remember we had a neighbour, where I was growing up in St.
Thomas. Her name was Mrs Pitt, and she must have been in her late
seventies. When the bombing was on, she’d want to go up to her sisters a few
hundred yards up the road. I had a steel helmet from somewhere – I don’t know
where I got it from, the only thing I can put it down to was that my father was
in the home guard – and I would put on this steel helmet, and then take her up
to her sisters. And I remember another neighbour during those three nights,
back in 1942, the 19th, 20th and 21st, when the town was red, ablaze. We lived
in number 15 Benthall Place then, and our neighbour down the road was out on
the street shouting ‘it’s the end of the world!”. My father just said ‘shut up
you fool, and get in!’ But there was bombing apart from the blitz, light
bombing all through the war. And everybody just got on with things.”
Copyright – The Bay Magazine – July 2016
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