May Donnelly’s Story

I was four years old when the bombs were dropped and we lived in one room in Camden Place. We, being my parents, and brother and myself. I remember the searchlights and noise and my father not wanting me to see as my parents looked out of the window. No one slept that night, not knowing what was going to happen next. Both parents died within three years so there was no one to ask later.

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