Underground Shelters On Figge's Marsh

I remember the shelter on Figges Marsh. I am not certain but there might have been 2 of them. One on the smaller green bit in front of the row of houses along the side edge of the park. But the one I remember the most was the big one down the end of Figges Marsh nearest to the small children's playground at that end of the Marsh. That one was dismantled in the late 1960s. I lived at Heaton Road nearby to Figges Marsh from January 1963 to Summer of 1972. I was born in 1962 so I was quite young at the time but my mum used to take me often to picnic on top of the air raid shelter which was like a little mountain covered with grass. We did not know then it was a shelter. We thought it was just a little hill that children would play on and me and mum would picnic on. One day in summer in the late 1960s during one of our picnics there was a shriek and a boy who had been running around on the top of the shelter disappeared. He had fallen through the top. I guess it had just worn out with age and no maintenance on it. They got him out. After that my mum told me the council had decided it was unsafe so they knocked it down for public safety. I was very upset because that had been my picnic hill.

I remember the shelter on Figges Marsh. I am not certain but there might have been 2 of them. One on the smaller green bit in front of the row of houses along the side edge of the park. But the one I remember the most was the big one down the end of Figges Marsh nearest to the small children's playground at that end of the Marsh. That one was dismantled in the late 1960s. I lived at Heaton Road nearby to Figges Marsh from January 1963 to Summer of 1972. I was born in 1962 so I was quite young at the time but my mum used to take me often to picnic on top of the air raid shelter which was like a little mountain covered with grass. We did not know then it was a shelter. We thought it was just a little hill that children would play on and me and mum would picnic on. One day in summer in the late 1960s during one of our picnics there was a shriek and a boy who had been running around on the top of the shelter disappeared. He had fallen through the top. I guess it had just worn out with age and no maintenance on it. They got him out. After that my mum told me the council had decided it was unsafe so they knocked it down for public safety. I was very upset because that had been my picnic hill.