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Here is a short extract from While the Bombs Fell about:
“The Germans bombed Bungay in 1940.
Reggie said: “The Jerry bomber plane came from the direction of Earsham. It dropped seven bombs, all in a line.
The bangs were so loud, it hurt your ears, and all the windows in Earsham Street blew out.”
Earsham Street was about a mile away from Father’s farm, so the boys didn’t experience painful ears, but Elsie didn’t know that. Being only two years old at the time, Elsie remembered nothing about the bombing of Bungay. Reggie and Joey told her that the White Lion Inn on Earsham Street and H Wightman & Son Ltd furnishers on Trinity Street
had both been damaged by the bombs. Elsie knew both places.
“Flying shrapnel damaged the Grandstand,” Joey said.
This reference was to the Grandstand on the football pitch at the public recreation area, called the Rec, on Earsham Street. Her brothers’ comments and recently overheard bits of conversations between the adults and her siblings about the devastating impact of the Jerry bombing raids on the nearby city of Norwich, stimulated Elsie’s imagination.
One Tuesday morning in late April, the children woke to the news that the Germans had bombed Norwich during the night. Fires burned in the city. The girls sensed the anxiety and shock of the adults during the days after the bombing raids, and it left them quiet and subdued.
That Wednesday night the Jerry bomber planes returned, wreaking even more damage on the city. Smoke still rose from the rubble when the next attack began. The last bombing raid happened on Friday, 1 May of that week.
When Elsie’s grandmother, Granny King, came to visit Mother during that week, she brought news about the bombing of Norwich from old Polly Vesey who lived down the lane.
Granny King lived in one of the tiny cottages collectively referred to as the Alms House in the town. A local charity ran the Alms House which provided accommodation to older adults who could not afford to pay rent.
Polly Vesey, a rather eccentric character, always perched a little straw hat on her head. She wore a long black dress that came down to just above her ankles.
She made a living laying out the dead and, due to her job, often looked detached from people and circumstances. Granny King told Mother Polly Vesey’s news: “Norwich is badly damaged. The bombs hit houses, shops, churches and other buildings, even the mortuary.
“There is no gas, electricity or running water in the city. How are people supposed to manage? The toilets are not working.
“Polly said women have been coming out of the city at night with their children, and whatever they can carry, to spend the night in the countryside away from the bombing.”
The news reported similar attacks on the English cities of Exeter, Bath, York, and Canterbury during this period of the war that the British came to know as the Baedeker Blitz.”
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I love these old English villages that just don´t seem to change. And of course, I loved While the Bombs Fell. A great excerpt.
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Thank you, Darlene. I am so pleased you enjoyed mom’s story. I am also a fan of English villages.
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Lovely pictures of doors from a bygone age, remininding me that 400 years ago I’d have been considered tall 😉
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Me too, Clive. I wasn’t tall enough to be an air hostess when I applied. I was 18 years old and exactly 5ft 31/2. You had to be 5 ft 4.
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That’s a shame! I’d never had made the police force back then, either, and by the time they reduced the qualifying height I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway!
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I love the collection of doors, Robbie, especially the rounded bumped out entrance. That is so cool. It’s quite interesting to read the excerpt and know that your descriptions were from not that far away.
Thanks for joining us at Thursday Doors and for making it a little special.
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My pleasure, Dan. I really enjoy Thursday doors and took some in SA during our walk today. I hope to get back to Thursday next week. The back of my transaction is now broken.
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I love seeing your posts. I hope you can join us.
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Hi,
In my home state, the city of Louisville looks very much like this one. And there is a carousel right in the middle of the market place. Thank you for sharing.
Shalo aleichem
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I would love to visit Germany some day, Pat. I’m glad you enjoyed the carousel. It’s called the Buttercross.
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From the photos, the place looks old and peaceful. Hard to imagine it being bombed.
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Bungay wasn’t badly bombed, unlike Norwich which was a target a few times over the course of the war. I’m glad you enjoyed these pictures, Liz.
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I particularly liked the bandstand. I’ll bet when it was built, the intent was not to have it surrounded by traffic.
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No, that was there long before my mom was born. Her dad didn’t have a car until well after the war.
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Each generation is slightly taller than the previous one.
What a festive feeling throughout this town!
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It is a great town, Patricia. Your comment is interesting. When we were at Fugitive’s Lodge recently, I chatted to the Zulu guide about the fact that at the time of the Anglo Zulu War the Zulus were much taller and bigger than they are now. We agreed it is all about diet.
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Doors and an interesting preview–a twofer, Robbie. Besides all that, I love that you don’t feel constrained to publish “Thursday Doors” on Thursday!
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Haha, Jacqui, I do aim for Thursday but lately my work week has been so crazy I just haven’t managed it. We are now over the hump so I’m hoping to return to Thursday’s for this post.
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I remember crazy work days. Now, they’re at home and I definitely understand!
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Your pictures and story go hand in hand. I can imagine the whole scene!
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Great family photo!
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Thank you, John. I enjoyed our visit to my mom’s home town.
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Great excerpt from your and your mom’s book Robbie. Love the short doors. Here they would have ripped those out and replaced them with higher ones.
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England is very wired towards preservation of history, Carla. That is what I like so much about the UK. A lot of buildings are listed and you can’t make changes to it other than to replace with the same or similar materials to the original.
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Wish we were more like that.
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seems like the town has recovered from the bombings…
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Yes, Bungay wasn’t badly bombed. I can’t say I’ve noticed evidence of bombing damage anywhere in the UK when I’ve travelled, Jim.
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isn’t there any evidence in London?
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I’ve never seen any, Jim. I’ve been to museums like Churchill’s war rooms which are evidence, but all the buildings are intact and I’ve not seen any signs of destruction anywhere.
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I guess that means that the buildings were well constructed…
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Well, I’ve seen pictures of buildings that were completely destroyed. They must have been rebuilt after the war.
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quite the restoration effort…
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You have more wonderful travel photos with historical buildings and doors. I love the ones here, Robbie.
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Thank you, Miriam. The Three Tons pub is the inn that featured in Through the Nethergate.
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I really need to walk along these streets. So pretty. The Three Tuns is so cute! Thanks for the history lesson.
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My pleasure, this inn is actually the one my book, Through the Nethergate, centres around.
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Hobbit doors! There’s a street near one of my former residences where all the downstairs doors are tiny like that. I always thought they must have been servant entrances when they were built. (K)
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I think some of these houses in the UK are very old and people were smaller when they were built. It is better food and more protein that makes people bigger.
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I’m sure that’s true. Houses in England are much older than those here.
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And here too, Kerfe. Our house is the original farm house in our area and it was built in 1929.
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Thanks for sharing your door pictures, Robbie 🙂
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