Bombs away -- but still time for a brew

BROugHT up in brighton during World War ii, i was one of a family of six children. Shortly after the start of the war, a german bomb demolished a house just around the corner. So when we were given a Morrison shelter — an indoor cage designed to protect the occupants from masonry and debris if the house was hit by a bomb — it was gratefully received and took up a large part of our living room. When the sirens sounded, we had a family drill. My eldest brother would carry my youngest brother to the shelter, joined by my two sisters and another brother. i sheltered under the piano, where i felt secure. My father would put on his tin hat to watch the raid from the front doorstep, joined by my eldest brother. The air raid wardens would prowl around, shouting: ‘Put that light out!’ And Mother? Amid the chaos, she would be in the kitchen, brewing tea. Jonathan Bryant, Worthing, W. Sussex.