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My Aunty
Margie
Hofman
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Copyright 2019 by Margie Hofman
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Aunty, my mother’s sister, lived in a small
house with her
daughter-in-law and granddaughter. One evening in 1943 they all
went up the road to join her other sister and her family as they were
all nervous of the bombing.
Suddenly
they heard the Germans flying towards London and thought “That’s
all right, they are going to London direct and will not bother us. BUT,
on their way back, they decided to unload the unused bombs on the
countryside near the sea. Aunty’s little house got a direct
hit. She came home and the house was flattened in a circle. They
heard a noise and there was the pet canary still in its cage.
The
government at that time were running out of accommodation and the
family were given a large house because the owners had family in
America and decided to go and stay there.
The
house was next to a field. We used to go and play there.
One
day there was an air raid trying to damage a small airfield near by.
The guns
opened up and suddenly a damaged plane crashed and floating down came a
parachute. The young man landed in the field. Two local men rushed
out and started hitting the young German with shovels.
My
Aunty ran out and said “Stop! He is some mother’s son.
My
two are in the air force and I would hope they would be treated with
some kind action if they came down.”
The men stopped and the police
took the young man away. He looked at my Aunty and nodded.
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