Bomb Alley Kid 2011

Bomb Alley Kid 2011
Title plate created by Ronnie B Goodwin

Sunday, 19 September 2010

bomb alley kid page 3

                                                                                                    continuation of  Story page 3
so far the war has been very quiet,but one Saturday afternoon when we are out playing in the field,we hear the engine of a plane,looking up  we see the plane  so I run into the house to tell my mum to come out and see it,while we watch it we see a black object fall from the plane, and it goes into a very steep dive with  a high pitched screening noise,so we think it is going to crash,my mum thinks the black object is the pilot who has baled out,but the plane begins to pull out of it dive and banks back to the way it had come from,then we hear a dull bang somewhere over in the distance then the airaid siren goes on, warning us of an air raid,a little late I think, when my Dad come home we tell him about it,  he says it was a German stucker dive bomber, and it was a bomb that exploded some where near St.Stephens or  Tyler Hill,this is near  where my other Uncle Richard and my Aunt Flow and my two cousins  John and Cyril have a farm,as far as Dad knows the bomb didnt do any  harm and just fell into a field.

                                                                                                            will add more  later

Saturday, 18 September 2010

update on Bomb alley kid.

                                                                  page 2

                                       continueing with my story.No 2

 Rogers Brothers Friend is another big boy who lives nextdoor  to me,I like Raymond because he lets me go with him when he goe out to fly his model airoplane,in the field next to  our house,this field belong to the man in the big house over the other side of the road from ours and he owns the bucher shop in the village,but he lets us play in the field.he is called Mr Young but  we mustnt play in the field when its time to collect the hay,because we would flatten the grass, and the mower  woulnt be able to get every piece.I know this because my Gran and Grandad have a farm about  a mile and a half from where I live my Mum and dad have a chicken Farm on some of their ground my Mum tends to look after this as my Dad has to deliver flower to the bakers around Kent,so works all day.
         My Mum and I have to go up to collect the eggs in the evenings and to feed the chickens so we take our  dog with us  for a walk,she is called Rita.and is my best pal,sometime we go on our cycles up to the farm,but this evning we decide to walk so we take Rita  with us because she like to go into the woods and find Rabbits  to chase.this day she goes into the wood and on her way back to us she jumps into the rad just as a motorcyclist come by and she is hit by him but he dosnt stop  to say sorry but continues on his way but Rita is reall hurt and lays there  kicking and yelping,we dont know what we can do to ease her pain so I run back to our house and get my Dad but he must be still working so is not at home,I run back to Mum and Rita but Mum says there is nothing anyone can do as she has died  When Dad comes in from work he is upset as well, but says he will go and collect Rita, and bring her back home Dad puts her into her basket and bed,I had hoped she would wake up and  still be alive  in the morning but no such luck. so dad  and Me  dig a big hole in the morning and wrap her in her blanket so that we can bury her in our garden just where she used to lay in the sun.Dad says I should go out and meet my friends and play,and he will fill in the hole while I am playing.this is a big and very sad day for us all, as she was part of our family,it takes a very long time  to get over this very sad time.for all of us.but at that time  little do I know what I will see and hear in the future years.
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Wednesday, 15 September 2010

bomb alley kid 1

                                      Memiors of a bomb alley Kid.

As a young boy of 7 years old I live with my Mum and  Dad in an end terrace house my name is Leonard Douglas Pankhurst,also my Dad is exactly the same name,  I am named after him, my Mothers name is Edith may Pankhurst, My Dad was born in Dartford Kent west of the river Medway, so he is known as a Kentish man,because I was born in Sturry I am east of the medway so I am known as a Man of kent,my Mother was born in London  within the sounds of the Bow bells so she is a London Cockney,
           We live in kent which is called the Garden of England,owing to there being many orchards of fruit trees such as Apple Pear Cherry and Plumb,so we do eat plenty of fruit,which we steal from the orchards this is known as scrumping,but should we ever  be unlucky enough to get court by the man who ownes the orchard he would hit us with a stick or hand us over to the local Policeman,who in turn would prentend that we were going to prison, but take us home to our mums and dads where we would probbaly get another good  telling off,but so far we have never been court.We are also  very lucky that we have plenty of places to play in the fields around us,and we can climb and hide in the orchard trees,
           We have  been listning to the radio a lot, because  we hear that  we may be going to war with the German Nazis, and to-day we hear on the Radio that as from this day the 11 of September 1939 we are now at war with Germany, this scares me as I think that as from to-morrow I may die.and I dont want to,I ask Mum and Dad if this will happen, and they say no, because we have many soldiers, and plenty of guns and tanks  also .Mum and dad say we have God on our side.who will look after Dad say I should go and call on my pals Derek Allen and Roger  and go out to play with them as usual,Rogers Dad has a market garden just down the lane that runs between the field next to my home, and my pals home,at the bottom of this lane there is also a pig farm and the main railway line to Ramsgate,and sometimes the trains have to wait at the signal here so we  talk to the train drivers, and we also put pennies  on the rails to get it flattened by the wheels of the engine,but we have to be carefull as sometime the penny will spin out at high speed in any direction,and this could be really serius should it hit you,Roger has a big brother who if he finds us in his dads goosberry and fruit  bushes pinching gooseberries he will throw stones at us,.so again we have to be very warey that he dosnt see us.
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Tuesday, 14 September 2010