Comments on: V-1 Flying Bomb http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/ Ashurst Wood | Lingfield | Forest Row | Crawley Down Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:26:18 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 By: doradrang http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/comment-page-1/#comment-6248 doradrang Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:26:18 +0000 http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/#comment-6248 hi I am very glad to found in google this place <a href="http://mooisinappel.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">photo</a> hi

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]]> By: John Grew http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/comment-page-1/#comment-1123 John Grew Sat, 23 Aug 2008 08:10:31 +0000 http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/#comment-1123 I would have been five years old when the first V1 was launched at us and at the time I lived in Upper Edmonton North London. As my father was in an excused ocupation, he was a grinder of lenses for spectacles, he was home on the evenings that he was not on fire watch with the ARP. When the air raid siren sounded he would carry me down the garden to the shelter holding a chair cushion over our heads to protect us from falling shrapnel. I can remember very clearly him stopping on the path on a number of occaisions and pointing to the flickering light in the sky and telling me what it was. We are ok with that one, he would say as it is going over us. When the engine stops it means that some poor sod up further will cop it. I can still hear the sound of that engine and every time I hear the sound of the air raid siren it feels as though all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up I would have been five years old when the first V1 was launched at us and at the time I lived in Upper Edmonton North London. As my father was in an excused ocupation, he was a grinder of lenses for spectacles, he was home on the evenings that he was not on fire watch with the ARP. When the air raid siren sounded he would carry me down the garden to the shelter holding a chair cushion over our heads to protect us from falling shrapnel. I can remember very clearly him stopping on the path on a number of occaisions and pointing to the flickering light in the sky and telling me what it was. We are ok with that one, he would say as it is going over us. When the engine stops it means that some poor sod up further will cop it. I can still hear the sound of that engine and every time I hear the sound of the air raid siren it feels as though all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up

]]> By: East Grinstead » Memories of WWII - Maurice Dann http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/comment-page-1/#comment-11 East Grinstead » Memories of WWII - Maurice Dann Sat, 09 Jun 2007 09:28:14 +0000 http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/#comment-11 [...] I spent the first years in hospital in chailey in susex,treatment was for tb we spent every day outside.so we watch the dog fights over our heads.i left hospital in 1942 i was 8 years old, went home to east grinstead.the german raids went over every night my family all 7 of us slept down stairs in a shelter made of steel plate.my brother was injured in the whitehall bombing.all time i had these calipers on my legs so i could not wmove very fast.when the first v1 came over a lot did not reach london they fell on or arround eg.we had our house damaged several times.roof,windows and doors all blown out,it was not funny at time one sunday morning early it was i was in our toilet by our back door. i heard the dronning engines of a v1 i heaved myself onto the seat push the window up,I still wonder what save me but there was this great explosion i was blown off the seat the irons my legs had wedged me beteen the walls.It was ages befor rest of family got me out uninjured .but the house was damaged like the others on our estate(sackville gardens) [...] [...] I spent the first years in hospital in chailey in susex,treatment was for tb we spent every day outside.so we watch the dog fights over our heads.i left hospital in 1942 i was 8 years old, went home to east grinstead.the german raids went over every night my family all 7 of us slept down stairs in a shelter made of steel plate.my brother was injured in the whitehall bombing.all time i had these calipers on my legs so i could not wmove very fast.when the first v1 came over a lot did not reach london they fell on or arround eg.we had our house damaged several times.roof,windows and doors all blown out,it was not funny at time one sunday morning early it was i was in our toilet by our back door. i heard the dronning engines of a v1 i heaved myself onto the seat push the window up,I still wonder what save me but there was this great explosion i was blown off the seat the irons my legs had wedged me beteen the walls.It was ages befor rest of family got me out uninjured .but the house was damaged like the others on our estate(sackville gardens) [...]

]]> By: East Grinstead » Memories of WWII - Patricia’s Life in east Grinstead http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/comment-page-1/#comment-8 East Grinstead » Memories of WWII - Patricia’s Life in east Grinstead Wed, 06 Jun 2007 09:58:11 +0000 http://www.east-grinstead.co.uk/wwii/v-1-flying-bomb/#comment-8 [...] My childhood memories:- I was about 9 years old, when, in East Grinstead, a Bomb was dropped on the Cinema, and the film that was being shown was “Random Harvest”. A carnage ensued.I sat with Granny, watching the bodies being taken to the mortuary and the little church next to the cemetery. We used to run under the stairs to shelter from the Doodlebugs. When at School, and the Siren went, we had to go to the Shelters, where we sang songs like “Mares eat Oats”. One Bomb went into the chicken run and the chickens escaped into the old ladies’ home! I also remember the V.E.Day parties. [...] [...] My childhood memories:- I was about 9 years old, when, in East Grinstead, a Bomb was dropped on the Cinema, and the film that was being shown was “Random Harvest”. A carnage ensued.I sat with Granny, watching the bodies being taken to the mortuary and the little church next to the cemetery. We used to run under the stairs to shelter from the Doodlebugs. When at School, and the Siren went, we had to go to the Shelters, where we sang songs like “Mares eat Oats”. One Bomb went into the chicken run and the chickens escaped into the old ladies’ home! I also remember the V.E.Day parties. [...]

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