A turn up
I came across an old photograph taken 1949/50 or 50/51 I’m not sure which I think perhaps the later, anyway that’s neither here nor there; it’s of my sister the ‘Doodlebug baby” my dog Bob (a bombed out orphan dog who adopted me as his person) and me.
Behind us you’ll see the old “Anderson Air Raid Shelter”, after the war the council or powers that were decided that if we wanted to we could keep them and use them as a garden shed, so my dear old dad kept ours.
These shelters were buried up to where they start to curve over and just a small square opening was left for the targets to dive through when the raids started. The curved sectioned was then covered with the soil that had been dug out of th hole in which the shelter sat.
My father made a fitting that went up through the top of the shelter through the couple of foot of soil to bring some fresh air down into the shelter.; which came in very hand when we used the shelter to play submariners, it became our “Up Periscope”; naturally after the war when the shelter was above ground it lost it’s charm.
So to finish off the previous tale of the “Doodlebug Baby” here’s the picture, a bit grainey but that okay!