The topic of the Second World War on a primary school’s curriculum has inspired four Year Six pupils to write stories about the air raids.
The four – Emma Field, Sigourney Williams, Hope Faraday and Matthew Dewhurst – youngsters at Barnacre Road Primary School, Longridge, looked at images of The Blitz, and imagined what life must have been like for people living in those conditions.
Their writings are also forerunners to the mammoth Second World War production their headteacher, Simon Wallis, is putting together for Preston’s Guild Hall on Remembrance Sunday in November.
Emma Field wrote: “That night was dreadful – September 14th. Piercing groans of the air raid sirens. The next morning, I woke up not knowing what I was about to see. We were going back to our home as normal, but that morning went awfully wrong. Our house had been destroyed by a German bomb.
“That was it. Where would we live? The answer was the Underground. When we knew it was safe, we went back into the remains of our house to find things that would be useful in our new home, which was shared by many other strangers.
“As I walked past what used to be the living room, I could smell a horrible smell of burning, and then I realised that there was a fire in the house which was burning faster by the second. I was terrified. As I shouted for everyone to get out of the rubble, I grabbed my stuff and ran for my life.”
Sigourney Williams wrote: “Even though the raid was over, I could still hear the air raid sirens blaring out! I could hear the distant crashing of a building. ‘Mary?’... My husband brought me back to the dimly lit bomb shelter. As the deafening sirens faded, I returned my gaze to my husband’s chess game. But my thoughts soon returned to my house. It was early in the morning now.
“Had my house been bombed? Or was it another waiting victim of the German bomber planes? I couldn’t think what might have happened to it. I dreaded coming out of my shelter and finding my glorious house in ruins.
Hope Faraday wrote: “In the early morning, as I watched my house being destroyed, I had a mixture of emotions. Where was I going to go? Where was I going to live? Were all my possessions, lost forever?
“A couple of minutes later, I realised there was the local telephone box still standing! I trudged over to it at once, however it did not work. The box smelled of burning and smoke. After a while the smell got stronger and stronger till I could bare it no more. I ran out sobbing to the public air raid shelter. Would this be my life for the rest of this terrible war?
Matthew Dewhurst wrote: “Overhead, I could hear the crackling of the bombers engines. ‘The bombers are coming, get the hoses ready,’ shouted the sergeant.
“Before very long, the buildings were crashing down around me. The smell of smoke was horrendous. Ahead of me was another group of firemen. I shouted, ‘Look out,’ as a chunk of house fell on them.
“Suddenly there was an explosion on the next street and the flames came through the houses. We ran for safety, where we were stood got bombed.”