I was born in my Aunt's house on Herbert street right next to Walton Hospital April 17 1941, just in time for the May blitz. My mom, sisters & brother lived in the end house on Romley st. When the sirens went off during the bombing, they would hide under the stairs instead of going out to the shelter in the street. My dad was in the army in Africa. When my mom thought she was ready to have me, she packed up the kids and they went down to my Aunts house on Herbert st. where I was born. We all stayed with my Aunt for a few days until mom was ready to go back to their house. When they got there they found that a bomb had landed nearby and blown in the back of the house and most of the back wall was under the stairs. The neighbors said it happened the night after we left. We would have all been killed if we had stayed there. Shortly after, my Grandma (Nena) packed us all up and we took off for Wales. We were evacuated to Llay near Wrexham where we stayed until things cooled down a bit in Liverpool. When we went back to Liverpool we lived in a house on Venmore st. where we could hear the roars at the football match at Anfield.
My dad was captured in Africa and shipped to a P.O.W. camp in Italy. When the Italian guards heard the Americans had landed in Italy they all took off. My dad and some of his mates left the camp and trekked over the Alps to Switzerland where he spent the rest of the war. Most of the prisoners stayed at the camp waiting for the Americans but the Germans came first and shipped them to another camp in Germany.. Fortunately we all survived the war. When my dad was demobbed and came home we all had a big party in the street.