Daily Mirror (Northern Ireland)
Quiet, modest but very brave
most about the story is the report of heroism on the part of young Ernest.
While, of course, it was amazing that a child so young could have rescued his baby sister from the arms of his dead mother, it is also a deeply sad story. People forget the civilian victims of the First World War.
When we think of the Great
War, we remember trench warfare and infamous deadly battles. Obviously, my greatgrandfather was a victim of that, along with thousands of other men.
But in Hackney in London, where my grandmother’s house was bombed, there were hundreds of casualties too.
The Second World
War is known for the Blitz, but sometimes we forget there were air raids during the First World War too.
We have always talked about this story in my family. Old Ernest’s sister, whom we know as Auntie, raised the five orphans as her own, including my nan, Ernest, their brother Walter and their two sisters Edie and Mabel. I have always had this great sense of family throughout my life and Auntie was a formidable woman to take on this ready-made family and make it her own.
She basically gave up her life to raise the children and was a huge part of our lives until her death in 1977. While a lot of the commemorations of the war are, rightly, about all the soldiers who lost their lives, it’s important to remember the civilians.
My gran lost both her parents, growing up never knowing her mum or dad. It is terribly sad. But she was such a lovely woman – she of course never remembered the incident because of how young she was.
My nan married my grandad George Dale, known as Albert, and they lived in Leyton, East London, and my nan worked in a factory for most of her life
He died in 1988, two years before Babs’ death in 1990. They had two children, including my dad John. He’s just turned 72.
I can’t explain the level of pride and privilege I feel in telling their story. It’s a real “wow” feeling. And the Daily Mirror has always occupied a special place in our family lore.