A Fine Summers Evening Shattered
A Memory of Chingford.
Sunday 25th of June 1944. A lovely summers day but at 9 o'clock in the evening the air raid siren sounded and a few minutes later a V1 flying bomb came roaring over the housetops, apparently going to miss us - but the engine cut out and in the eerie silence that followed a swishing sound briefly showed it was only too close, and was followed by a thunderous explosion that brought our house down. Luckily we had gone into the understairs cupboard and apart from choking dust and a ringing in the ears we were allright. We all asked each other if we were OK. My father had only recently said we would be very unlucky to be hit by a bomb at this stage of the war.
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You and your family were lucky then.
Records show that four died due to that raid. Marian Scowen (86) of 6 Mount View Road who died later on 4 September, Alfred Legg (45) of 10 Mount View Road, Rosina Wright (63) of 16 Mount View Road & George Ernest Malley (36) of 30 Warren Road who died the next day.
Robert
Thanks for this.
My information came from "Chingford at War", which perhaps you are already familiar with. My copy was given to my father who was a 2nd WW and D-Day veteran.
Lists and statistics like those in the book can't impart the personal stories and details that you have recounted.
Thanks again.
Robert Seabrook
Best Wishes
John Grant
My parents lived in Larkshall Road between Endlebury Road and Dale View Avenue. So did I until I was four years old when we moved in 1948.
Before the war dad drove a delivery van for the Victoria Wine Company in Station Road. If your family were used to having deliveries of wine at the time they might well have met him. I do have a picture of him outside the house in Larkshall Road standing beside his delivery van.
Dad scarcely ever talked about the war - they didn't. I took him back to Juno Beach in 1994 when he was 82. He landed there on the morning of D-Day and had some trouble getting off the beach as he was under fire. He then went on through France and Belgium to Germany. I have a picture of him holding me aloft age 2 or 3 taken in Ridgeway Park shortly after the war.
Yes - I'm really very proud of him; and of my mother too who, like so many wives of servicemen, brought up children when their husbands were away for so long and in such danger.
It is gratifying to witness the genuine expressions of remembrance and gratitude carried on year after year.
Best wishes
Robert
John Grant