4th of September 1930

Dear diary,

It’s 2 in the morning…I’ve been up all night searching for planes, well I have not succeeded. My mother just came in and told me war does not start for weeks, I guess Emily was right, she’s 5 years older than me, she’s so pretty and she’s always right. This is my first ever diary entry where I’ve been upset!

This morning we were all in the yard, tiding up. Then suddenly dad runs into our cottage. Coming out with the radio hanging on to his fingertips. “Listen, It’s a repeat of yesterdays report on world war 2!” He shouted, In fact so loudly he woke my baby brother (harry) and yet he was all the way down the long hall way! Although the news sounded important to my parents, I just walked away, almost in tears.

I don’t really understand much about war yet. However Emily told me just enough to make me get the idea….I…I, Umm well, I guess? I went to my little room, also at the end of the hall. By now I was in tears, I reached for any ink and a fountain pen. My paper was ripped, Burned and had holes in all the corners. It was all in this state because we could not afford the proper, expensive paper. We had no choice, but I did not really care. Anyway I started to draw, it was a picture of my family as it might be the only decent remaining piece I have of them. “Emily,” I shouted my voice trembling with fear! I was so scared.

My sister ran into my room, expecting a huge problem to flow right out of my door! “What?” she said, sighing in relief? “I’ve heard about how children get evacuated and things like that, and I’m scared!” I whispered unsure on how I felt. I new a bit now, because of the radio and all but still. I don’t want that to happen to my family! I said in terror. She held me close and said “It’s ok princess.” She said carefully.

Now entry needs a little end so all I need is a little luck, So please wish me luck!

Kerys

 

18th October 1944

 

Dear Diary,

No icing on a birthday cake, that’s not fair, the government knows we all love icing on a cake! I cry when I write letters to my parents, I really miss them. This is what we don’t have: chips, pizza, chicken nuggets, and burgers and it was said that the sign zipp-it means no gossip or careless talk. Plus we kids pick up bits of aircraft. We have got a very cruel world!

Kira

 

21st March 1943

 

Dear Diary,

I’m very excited because tomorrow is my birthday! My mother said last year I wasn’t allowed to have icing on my cake I was sad, I asked her if it as was just me that wasn’t allowed or if it was just everyone ,she replied “it’s everyone.” “Oh right. “I said. My mum went out to the local shop to get some fresh food she goes every single day whenever she goes out of she goes to work I’ve normally got to stay at home and look after myself. She has to go shopping everyday because we haven’t got a refrigerator know one part from the rich people have a refrigerator. Whenever I have any spare time I always go and play in the street or a field, however streets are safer though. Some nights adults, even children had to sleep an underground tunnel not every night but most nights. People were always in there house reading the news paper or listening to the news to find out about the war. While they were listening to the news they could listen to it in any languages. I still can’t wait till tomorrow it’s nearly here. Yay!

 

28th September 1940

 

Dear diary,

I have had a good day and a bad day. I have returned home, at last, but also I returned to a destroyed city. As soon as I returned, the air raid siren went off and I was rushed to the closest shelter it was ‘The London Tube!’ It was the worst experience ever! When we was running down the stairs people were falling down them, and must have of broken a bone. It was cramped, it was damp. I nearly fainted! When we got out everything was ruined, the siren went off again, the next thing I knew my friend was dead at my feet.

James

 

28th September 1940

 

Dear diary

I’ve had a good day and a bad day

I have returned from the country to the city. Home at last! but London has been bombed and I’m a bit scared. As I returned I was walking home slowly and the air raid siren went off. I suddenly started rushing around to find the nearest shelter, as a war warden into a London underground tube. It was cold damp and very huddled. That night A lot of accidents happened ,people got trampled on as we were rushing down the stairs. They must have been hurt!

 

23rd September 1940

 

Dear Diary,

There was rubble and piles of broken parts of buildings; I was so scared, well, petrified even, I almost fainted. I’m lucky to be alive. I’ve just found my mother and all I’ve been saying is, ‘where’s dad mum’ I’m just 10 7 months till 11. I HATE WORLD WAR 2! I want my dad and this to stop!

Kira

 

23rd September 1940

 

Dear diary,

There were rubbles and piles of broken houses and bungalows it was a mess. I was scared! It was a bit maybe a lot of a shock. My home was GONE I thought but I was wrong it was there it was because I was in shock. my mother wasn’t their with me or my father, I and my father was panicking because she went missing. My father was asking everyone to see if they had seen my mother. But guess what? we found her, she was under the table, we were so happy and delighted to see her. After that we started playing table tennis which we quite enjoyed but it was very squishy but oh well. It was very scary, but at least we were safe.

Reba

 

16th of September 1940

 

Dear diary,

I have just returned from evacuation back to London. I’m so glad I can see my family again, until the evening ….

Me and my brother were just about to go to bed when a loud siren went off. We all went outside, into the backyard. There was this thing that looked like a small house. I can’t remember it being there when I was evacuated. Inside the floor was wet and cold. The seats were hard and there weren’t enough (Dad had to stand up) you could hear the rubble landing on the roof. We were in there for an hour, cold and scared. Until another siren was heard. By then it was dark, so we all went to bed.

It was midnight, I couldn’t sleep. I was scared if the siren went off again. I don’t like it. It’s too loud. It must be a bad thing, due to mum and dads face expressions. But that still doesn’t answer my question. Is going on?

 

14th September 1940

 

Dear Diary,

One whole year ago we had just found out that war was just declared and was about to start, we protected our self with a steel cage, it wasn’t very comfortable to lay down in. when we weren’t sleeping we were either playing table tennis or eating on it. If people didn’t have a steel cage, they either built a bomb shelter or they had to walk down into the London tube. I bet that wasn’t very comfortable.

Morgan

 

10 September 1940

 

Dear Diary

This past year has been terrible and frightening because me, and my

Family did not now if we would live or not or if our house had been destroyed. Where would, we live if our house had been bombed. I have

heard that a lot, of people have died in the blitz’s. When the air raid siren went, off it was not a nice sound at all but we had to go in the back, garden

when the air raid siren went off in the shelter it was, not pleasant in there.

Once a bomb nearly got our house. This man died in the blitz’s. When

they turned the lights off this man thought that the train was at the station

so he went out of the train and fell an died.