| Richard Beckett Beckenham |
| My name is Richard Beckett and in 1944 at the age of nine was living with my parents and sisters at considerable damage to our house), fell onto buildings in Beckenham Road /Mackenzie Road adjacent myself were saved from serious injury. My Father was on his way home from work and at the time was only about half a mile away when the bomb came down. Later he;told us that from where he the opposite side of the Railway track and consequently the Railway bank had diverted a lot of the blast.;However, our house was;severely damaged and it was in the late 1940's before it was repaired under the ; war damage repair system and we moved back in. What I can distinctly remember is that when the bomb came down I heard no bang, only a loud whooshing Noise. When we came out of the shelter, the back of our house; with all the glassless windows looking like hollow eyes,somehow reminded me of a skeleton. Also there was the awful overpowering smell of the stale dust which probably came out of the house lofts. In the 1970's when buildings were being demolished close to my office in Croydon, the same smell was there and visions of that day in 1944 came flooding back. However back to 1944, and suddenly my father came running through the house to make sure that we were all right, which luckily we were. At the same time the lady from number 16 next door, appeared in the back garden clutching her baby in her arms and both her face and her baby's were covered in blood. What had happened was that she had a Morrison Indoor Table Shelter; which you may know was a steel sheet like a table top bolted to upright corner angles and with open steel mesh sides. These shelters were okay for protection from falling debris, but as in this case of no protection whatsoever against flying slivers of glass through the mesh. Within a short while, my parents and I were;taken by a WVS lady in a car to the local Rest Centre; in the church hall in Clock House Road and given some refreshment. Later we went to stay with my paternal grandparents in Thornton Heath, then some weeks later we were given a requisitioned house at Coney HallWest Wickham where we stayed until we returned late in;1948 to our repaired house. One strange thing about the bomb in question is that I have always understood that it came from the Crystal Palace direction which is the opposite of the normal route that they came from. It has been said that it had already gone over and that it somehow got turned round and came back again. In the weeks that followed we went back to the house several times to collect personal items and two things remain clearly in my mind.;At the time of the bomb, my Mother had been in the house ;making jam and when she heard the bomb coming she ran out and just got in the shelter in time. When we went back later, the walls of the kitchen were covered in jam, and the walls of my Fathers shed were covered on paint where paint pots had exploded and mixed in the paint were hundreds of small ball bearings from a tin which my Father had collected over the years.;One other personal fact in this story is that my Father worked in the Booking Office;at Forest Hill Railway Station and as you are aware, that received a direct hit ;exactly a week before n Friday 23rd June. My father had left work just a few minutes before to cycle home and was about a quarter of a mile down the road when the building he had just left was severely damaged.; All I can say is that he definitely had a charmed life for a couple of weeks. |