Born in 1940

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A little poem I wrote to pass the time many years ago, I hope you enjoy it.

 

Born in 1940

Our childhood began with the sound of explosions
Screaming and shouting all kinds of emotions
Down to the shelters to keep safe and sound
The thud of the bombs as they hit the ground

To us this was life and just how it was
Our mother’s assurance that it wasn’t of course
To be stranded in streets with nowhere to hide
Look up at the bombers with mouths open wide

When it all ended people danced and they’d sing
They all hoped & wondered what the new world would bring
Gone is the sadness, the hardship and sorrow
Gone is the fear of what would happen tomorrow

The world was at peace, the children were playing
A new deal for people is what politicians were saying
The smell of the grass just after mowing
The stars in the sky, the moon big and glowing

The sound of the skylark as it sings and it hovers
The smell of the cornfields frequented by lovers
Oh for the days of childhood and games
Cowboys and Indians and girls with their prams

Days out at the seaside, or off to the Zoo
Sit on the hillsides and take in the view
Plenty of sweets and fruit of all kinds
As children we had so much to fill up our minds

Flying kites in the park or making a cart
Having fun was our aim and taking part
To draw back the curtains and revisit the past
We never thought that these times would not last

And now it is twilight and time to retire
Sitting at home, feet up by the fire
Collecting our pension and eking it out
But enjoying it all, is what life’s all about

Winter is coming and closing in fast
All we can do is to look back at the past
To remember the times when we were just young
But like the fat lady the song is just about sung

Written by: B.A.Bailey

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NorfolkViking

Hello all who read this. I didn't know this site existed but now that I have found it, I like it. I was born in April 1940 in the town of East Bedfont near Feltham, Middlesex, my mother bless her was left to bring up 2 children on her own since about 1944, it was a hard life for her as she was born a very ill child, she died at the young age of 42. I married for the first time and had 2 daughters, that marriage ended and I entered into a common law marriage and had another daughter who still lives with me, she is a friend as well as a daughter, that common law marriage ended in 1993, since then it has been just me and my daughter, I now live on the East Coast near to Great Yarmouth, I retired here in 2005 and enjoy being close to the sea for my strolls on the beach, to sit and people watch , I listen to my music and sometimes go for an English breakfast, now I must watch my weight so the breakfast mornings have ceased. My main hobby is Computers, I like using them to create my Family Tree and also to keep in touch with friends and family, my other love is music, just listening not playing. I do watch TV, mainly documentaries. Well that's all folks, if I think of anything wlse I will write it on here. Brian

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Bridget Manning
15th Feb 2013
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It would be lovely to hear from anyone who lived in Plymouth during the bombing.
Bridget
9th Jan 2013
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Hi Brian, interesting in reading about your life as a young boy. I was born on February 16th 1940 and brought up in Plymouth by my mother, my father serving in the British Army, later joining the Indian Army and fighting behing the Japanese lines in Burma. I remember having been sent to my grandparents to stay with them in a place called Ivybridge which is about 12 miles from Plymouth, I remember the planes ahead and having to run and hide under their very large and heavy kitchen table. Plymouth was badly bombed but I do remember it quite well and when they started to re-build the City. It is interesting though to hear what other people went through when they were young. My name is Bridget and live near Stratford on Avon. Regards.

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