First time round…

That was the start of the war!

They got word, where my father worked at ammunitions on Scotswood Road (that would be Armstrong’s), that a Zeppelin was coming over.  The factory had to put all the lights out as low as possible and the men with families could come home.

I was three and I was taken into someone’s cellar with a blanket around me.  It wasn’t going to the factory where they were making bombs, it was aiming for Cramlington where there were small planes and hangars – that’s what they were after.   I haven’t found out if the Zeppelin was bombed down or not, but I don’t think so.  I think it just slid back.   That was the start of the war!

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