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Memories of World War II

Childhood memories of Brighton air raids
An interview with Beryl Tucknott

I attended Richmond Street Infants School until I was seven years old. I lived opposite the school in Ashton Street (between Richmond Street and Albion Hill). Our house was next door to the Ebenezer Baptist Chapel, where I went to Sunday School.

The school's air raid shelter was built beneath the playground. To reach it, we had to hurry down a flight of stone steps, then across the open, exposed playground. This was extremely dangerous, as the enemy planes would swoop down and the machine-gunners would fire on anything that moved! If insufficient warning was given, we would be kept inside the building, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the corridor, arms folded and made to sing at the tops of our voices, presumably to shut out the noise of the bombs falling and the 'dog-fights' taking place in the skies above!

While I was at Finsbury Road School, St Luke's School was bombed, so we had to share our school with them until theirs was repaired. We only went to school on a half-day basis - alternately, one week mornings, one week afternoons. Our shelters there were built by the road side at the kerb edge. Each classroom had its own shelter.

The next streets up the hill from us were Cambridge Street and Dinapore Street, which were both badly bombed. I remember the black smoke from the fires caused by the oil bombs which were dropped on one occasion

September, 1940
On the 24 September 1940 (according to David Rowland's book!) there was an air raid. We had no time to get to the shelter. Bombs dropped very close to the school. When the raid was over and it was deemed safe for us to go home, my friend Jackie and I (aged five), came out of school to find our street covered in dust, glass and rubble. The butcher's shop at the top of the street (Albion Hill end), had received a direct hit which had killed the owner.

The entrance to the street was cornered off with a rope and manned by Air Raid Wardens. We stood at the rope wondering if we had homes left! We were asked what we wanted and replied, tearfully, that we wanted to go home! Asked where we lived, we each pointed to our houses which were opposite each other. The rope was lifted and we were allowed to go to our homes. We had no glass in our windows and a huge hole in the inside passage wall - Mum's front room was covered in dust and rubble!

29th March, 1943
I remember the School Clinic in Ivory Place being bombed (Monday 29 March 1943) when several people were killed, including 3 children. On the same day, a bomb fell on Gloucester Place near the Astoria Cinema. Several buildings were destroyed. I can remember watching the remaining structure being pulled down by hand, with huge ropes tied to the pits of the wall, by Air Raid Wardens and volunteers.

War time as a child
On the corner of Cambridge Street stood the Cambridge Inn. My bedroom being at the back of the house, I could hear the jollity on Saturday nights at chucking out time (10.30 I think). There was a good old sing-song and dancing in the street - Hokey-Cokey, Roll me Over (in the clover!), Nellie Dean, plus wartime songs etc. The next street down, Richmond Buildings, had the Lennox Arms on the corner.

It was said that Richmond Street had a pub on every corner. At the bottom of the hill was the Richmond (now Pressure Point). A few buildings along from there, in Richmond Place (opposite St Peter's Church) was the American equivalent of our Navy, Army and Air Force Institutes (NAAFI). I believe it was called the PX. We used to casually hang about outside for the US servicemen to come out. They would give us chocolate, chewing gum, chiclets, lifesavers etc. Sweets were on ration to us!

I can also remember having my tonsils out in the Children's Hospital in Dyke Road during the war. I was about seven or eight years old. We were wheeled in our beds every night down to the Air Raid Shelters which were under the hospital building. We were given jelly and ice cream, which we didn't get otherwise.

Beryl Tucknott was interviewed by Sue Craig
Added to the site on 04-05-06
This page was added on 26/06/2006.

Comments about this page

I remember the School Dental Clinic when it was bombed. I was 7 years old and had been to the clinic early that morning. When the air raid warning sounded my Grandma and I went into the Public Library shelter and when the all clear came we were on our way home and saw that the clinic had gone. Quite a few children died and that is something I will never forget.

By Jennifer Goddard (nee Norrell) (03/02/2007)

I was born in 1940 and was too young to remember this. One day in North Street, where my mother worked for a chartered accountant, she was allowed to take me to work on occassions, when walking up the road during her lunch break, a German fighter plane flew up the road, machine-gunning the people. She threw me into a doorway and layed on top to protect me! There was a cinema behind the accountants on the north side of the road between Bond St and Ship St turning. It was gutted by bombs early in the war and many people were killed. Does anyone know its name?

By Ralph Packham (10/05/2007)

Message for Ralph Packham: the cinema halfway up North Street on the right hand (north), side just above Bond Street was called Theatre De Luxe (it was a cinema). The building was originally the South Eastern Banking Company. It opened around 1908 and continued until the 1950's when it closed after a fire!

By Peter Groves (22/07/2007)

A personal request... My late grandfather, Wilfred Winter, who lived at 74 The Avenue, was an ARP warden at the bottom of The Avenue in Moulscombe during WW2. Can anybody remember him or even a photo? My email contact is foxdale@ntlworld.com

By Robin Winter (24/10/2007)

Hi Robin. I've emailed you a photo of an ARP group from that general area. Long shot I know - but you might be lucky.

By Ron Spicer (27/07/2008)

I remember my dad taking me and my sister to a house opposite St Peters, about three houses past the Richmond. He was on leave I think, but it was called the 'Canadian Red Shield Club' I believe, I know he smoked Canadian cig's called sweet caporal, is this the same place you thought was a american px Beryl? There were many Canadians billeted in Brighton but I don't know of any Americans billeted here. Just a thought.

By Jim Dorrington (05/12/2009)

Hi Beryl Tucknott - I suddenly spotted your name! We lived next door to you in Sutton Close at No. 10. Would like to keep in touch, old friends are getting thin on the ground nowadays. We are living in Australia. My email address is as follows. bootielcm1@bigpond.com

By Ken Burt (05/06/2010)

My Gran lived in Albion Hill and a bomb fell on the pub across the road from her house and she was at the back of the house and because she was stone deaf she did not know what had happened until two kind old 'Bobbies' came to see if she was alright. The front of her house was a wreck from the blast!

By Ken Burt (05/06/2010)

I've just discovered this website! It's great! I will always remember the day the School Clinic was bombed very well, although I was not sure of the exact date. At the time I was nearly 7 years old and lived at No. 38 Milner Flats, which was right opposite Ivory Place, with my Mum and Dad and my brothers and sisters, Patsy, George, Mary, Jeannie and Tony. I was the baby of the family then, although I later had two more brothers, Michael and Paul. On the day of the bombing, I was not in school as I'd just had my tonsils out. I was in my Mum's bedroom, playing on her big brass bed, when I suddenly heard a very loud whooshing noise and saw the whole frame of the window facing the Clinic coming towards me! At the same time, I was lifted up and thrown against the back wall of the room. I slipped down amongst the rubble and the bedroom door caved in and almost covered me. Although I could not move, my face was not covered and I lay there for what seemed like ages. I could hear my mother calling me. Eventually, I felt the door and rubble being moved off me and I was gently lifted out by an ARP warden. My mother told me later that he had seen my fingers poking out from the debris! I remember my mother tipping water down my face and and rubbing her hand over it to clean me up. The next morning we passed the ruins of the Clinic on the way to the butcher's. I remember seeing a big concrete stone, probably the dedication stone, which had been positioned in the wall above the big double doors at the front of the building; it was just lying amongst all the rubble. I picked up a coin from the ground; I think it was a sixpenny piece - I seem to remember it had a sort of gate pattern on the back. My mother looked at it and said I should cherish it as it had probably belonged to one of the nurses at the Clinic. The events of that day are still very vivid in my memory.

By Pete Scholey (24/06/2010)

Hello all on the page. Tarner Stories are looking for people who have memories of Tarner to share stories about life in Tarner. The project is a lottery Funded Project and all stories will be included within a book and on a website. Please Contact Chloe or Jess on info@tarnerhistory.org

By Chloe Howley (11/06/2011)

Pete Scholey asks about the Clinic that was bombed. In my research for the history of St John Ambulance in Brighton, I have two photos that I am using in my forthcoming book, showing the damage done in the bombing of the Sussex Street clinic which, incidentally, was our headquarters in 1943. It has been rebuilt as the Morley Street Clinic. The bombing took place 14th March 1943 which caused a move to temporary headquarters in the Pelham Street schools. I had recently spoken to someone at the clinic, whose father had been killed in the raid. If you would like any more details I could send a copy of these photos.

By David Shelton (27/04/2012)

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