Mother Coming Home From Work...

My mother told a story from the time of the Second World War which involved her coming home and finding her caravan which she and her brother, sister and her mother lived in near the dock wall on Broadway off Trafford Road. when she got home late at night she found a near miss had exploded over the other side of the wall and the force of the blast had blown the side of caravan out. Fortunately no one was hurt. So before she could have her tea, she had to find a shop that sold oil cloth so she bought that and nailed it up at the side to keep the draught out until she could get some timber to fix it permanently. You would not find people arround today who would tackle that kind of job, especially after twelve hours at work helping to build warplanes. AKA Dotjess