Norma McCullough

I remember the night of the big blitz in Belfast.  We could hear the terrible sound of the sirens telling us that the German bombers were overhead.  Although there were shelters in the street, very few people used them.  My mother insisted we all crept into a cubby hole under the stairs to wait until the all clear sounded.  We children didn’t understand the danger and looked on it as a great adventure, however it must have been terrifying for our parents.