I was born in Ramsgate, and lived there for the
first few months of the war but when the Germans occupied France, they
started to shell Dover and surrounding towns so we moved to London to live
with my grandmother. It was not long before it became necessary to
evacuate from London and for a short time I was sent, with my Sister, to
Wales. We went to a miner’s house which only had two bedrooms and
as they already had four children it was very overcrowded. As soon as our
Mother saw the conditions in which we were living she brought us back to
London and arranged for us to go to what was then Hatfield Road,
I remember that we went at first to Hatfield Road, St.
Albans. We had no car and there were very few Taxis so we were on foot,
loaded with suitcases. When we eventually found our way to Wheathampstead
we were all exhausted.
My sister & I were billeted at different houses in the
same road and I was alone, a little boy of eight away from my family for
the first time. I soon made friends with the other children in the road
and in particular with a boy called “Digger” Hunt who lived a
couple of doors away. He seemed to know everyone and was my entry into
“society”. It was a big change from London, where we could not go far from
home in case of air raids. In any case there were very few children to
play with because many had been evacuated from London at the beginning of
the War. The children in Wheathampstead were friendly and welcomed us and
in all the time I was there I did not have or hear a cross word between
the children. Nor did I see anyone bullied, they all played together like
one big happy family and there were no gangs.
Although there was a son at my billet, he went to the
Catholic School and did not seem to play with the other children but I
soon got to know the other kids through Digger and we had many
enjoyable games and adventures. I remember one time when someone had the
idea to collect salvage. We collected quite a lot but no one had thought
to arrange for the authorities to take it away so it remained at the end
of the road for ages. We played lots of games in the field behind the
houses and often played Hide & Seek in Devils Dyke.
Maurice, son of the house, had some connection with
the Mill and I sometimes went there with him on a Saturday morning.
It was still working then, I wonder if it is still in use.
There were lots of soldiers training in the area
and we often watched them. I remember that one day one of them threw a
thunderflash and a local dog picked it up and ran with it. The flash
exploded in the dog’s mouth but although the fur on its muzzle was singed,
the dog was not seriously hurt.
Although this was a very happy time for me the happiness
did not extend to school, which was an entirely different matter. From the
beginning my teacher seemed to take a dislike to me and whenever anything
went wrong I was first to be blamed. I have since discovered that she had
a strong dislike of incomers. She disliked me for no reason other than the
fact that she thought that I was a Londoner, and she did not like
Londoners. In common with a lot of adults in Wheathampstead, she thought
all Londoners lived in slums and were liars and thieves.
My sister lost a lot of weight and was always hungry. I
often spent my pocket money on buns for her. Our Mother became very
worried and took her to see our Doctor in London who diagnosed
Malnutrition, so she was moved to another billet where she was properly
fed. Shortly after this happened she passed her eleven plus and as the
bombing in London had almost stopped she went back to home, rather that
start a new school which presumable would have meant a daily journey
either to St. Albans or Harpenden.
I moved to a new billet at Castle Rise with a
family call Davidson or Davison. There was a young son of about
three called Rodney and the landlady was very young and treated me
like a son. She was a really lovely lady and restored my confidence in
human nature. We were next door to the shop in Castle Rise.
I was not allowed to play out very often and I missed the
company of other children. The Davisons had lost a son of about my
age in a road accident and I think that they were afraid that the same
would happen to me.
Wheathampstead School was my sixth and my education
was rather behind when I arrived there and it slowly got worse. The
teacher decided that I was a “thicky” and made no attempt to diagnose the
problem or help me catch up. She did not understand that the disturbance
caused by the changing of schools was the cause and not my lack of
ability. My parents became very worried about my slow progress and decided
to take me home to London. The teacher at the local school in South London
was very good and saw what the problem was straight away. Within 18months
I was able so sit and pass my eleven plus and I won a scholarship to
Grammar School by the skin of my teeth.
Overall I was very happy in Wheathampstead. The children
were lovely and welcomed us although one little girl told me that her
mother had said that our mothers had sent us to Wheathampstead so they
could go out to work and earn lots of money. I suppose that you could not
blame the mother because there was a news blackout which forbade the
release of details of air raids but statistics released after the war
show that the casualty toll in London during the 2nd world war exceeded
60,000, a large part of which arose during the London Blitz. (see below
for Government Statistics)
The adults were not too bad to us, although I had very
little contact with them, other than the people with whom I was billeted
but Oh that Teacher! I swear that I saw her getting off of a broomstick as
I arrived at school one morning. I expect that she has passed on now and
has gone to teach in the big school in the sky. If she has, I hope that
she will spend eternity teaching disruptive cockney kids.
Until I looked at your web site I was not aware that there
was a railway that passed through Wheathampstead. We always went by
bus in to St.Albans or Harpenden on the rare occasions that we visited
Everyone thought that the war was all but over, but Hitler
had another dirty trick up his sleeve – the V. weapons. The East
End of London had suffered a lot in the Blitz although we in South London
had received our share. We lived within walking distance of Clapham
Junction which was a major target. The Buzz Bombs caused much wider
devastation, taking out five or six houses at a time, with lots of blast
damage. We were determined not to be evacuated again and held out as long
as we could, but I arrived home from school one day to find that Adolph
had left a visiting card. No roof, doors or windows and all the ceilings
down – uninhabitable. As houses were in short supply we had no alternative
but to go away again, this time to Scarborough.
Anyway, thanks for your hospitality Wheathampstead. I am
sure that we must have seemed as strange to you as you did to us.
Statistics of Casualties for period
of Blitz (7/9/1940 to 11/5/1941):
In the worst single incident in the Blitz 450 were killed
when a bomb hit an air raid shelter at a school in West Ham.
10 May 1941 was the worst night of the Blitz (and the
last). 3000 people were killed in London that night.
40% of housing in Stepney was destroyed during the
3000 unexploded Bombs (UXBs) were dealt with during
1,400,000 people were made homeless due to the Blitz.
Just over 20,000 people were killed in the London Blitz.
Definition of Blitz: intensive or sudden attack, usually
aerial (Oxford English Dictionary)
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