London in the Blitz. Fred French, 66 Chestnut Road, Raynes Park, Wimbledon, London SW20 kept this diary, blogged 70 years later, during WWII and peacetime. He loves music, model aircraft, radios, railways, roses. His sister Theresa (Ciss) goes out to work - Fred does the shopping, etc.
'On this day' and other notes by 'Tony in Devon'.
By the same editor Poems Please Me
1 May 2012
28 April 1942: wind hurls stones
28 Tues. Wilder than ever: the wind is blowing as hard as I can remember. It licks up showers of little stones and hurls them about: I got some in my face. But the R.A.F. are still flying. To butchers in morning. Letter from Uncle Tom - replied.
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