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I was 11 years old in 1941 and living in Rye, East Sussex. I used to visit my granny Mrs Eliza Burt every Sunday and she lived in the almshouses at the bottom of Watchbell Street. This Sunday I heard planes coming over and sirens sounding so I threw myself flat on the ground on the town salts under the trees just as mum had told me until the all clear went. Then I got up and went to granny鈥檚 where I found her almshouse had been flattened to the ground. Miraculously I then saw granny with a big wad of blood stained cotton wool on her face laying on the lap of Father Richard, the priest from the catholic church in Watchbell Street. She was taken to Rye hospital and my mum went with her. Her hearing was impaired but at least she was alive. My mum said granny would forgive the Germans everything apart from taking her home away from her

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