tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841718718195447808.post108138054337264405..comments2024-01-03T17:54:31.012+00:00Comments on WW2: A Civilian in the Second World War: 14th August 1943E J Rudsdalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884606063821044751noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841718718195447808.post-18668232098587226872013-08-14T20:34:06.729+01:002013-08-14T20:34:06.729+01:00Many thanks for sharing this very evocative accoun...Many thanks for sharing this very evocative account of your experiences with us, Robin. It really adds to the context of Rudsdale's diary entry today as well as giving a vivid picture of what it was like to take shelter in a vey unwelcoming cellar in wartime. Best wishes, CPE J Rudsdalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11884606063821044751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841718718195447808.post-3202756895562132022013-08-14T09:09:05.385+01:002013-08-14T09:09:05.385+01:00Moy's used to bring us coal (to Gladstone Rd.)...Moy's used to bring us coal (to Gladstone Rd.) in the war: great strong fellows, faces smeared black with coal dust, carrying heavy sacks (1 cwt?) to the chute that led down to the cellar. I think that the coal was brought on a horse-drawn waggon, but can't be sure. We were occasionally able to get anthracite, which was better, but more expensive, than coal. The cellar was huge: in addition to room for the coal there was plenty of room for the bunks where we would come to sit (and supposedly to sleep) in an air raid. The cellar was cool and damp, and we were seldom there for very long. The damp produced a fine white cotton-wool-like mould on the walls and wood, which was rather frightening to me (I was between 4 and 8 yr. old at the time)!Robin Kingnoreply@blogger.com