From: Mrs J I Hoban
Last night I had an uninterrupted night’s sleep in a comfortable bed under my own roof and was able to have breakfast in my own kitchen surrounded by my own possessions.
What is so remarkable about this is that 77 years ago on 15 November 1940 I had none of these things.
I was homeless, I had just endured a night of horror, I had climbed out of the ruins of my home which was in Coventry.
I was 12 years old. I will never ever forget that night. My father was injured but my mother, brother and I had survived with just the mental trauma, which was with us for the rest of our lives.
I am now the only family survivor left. I look around me, I see startling changes in everybody’s way of life, some are better than the way of life we enjoyed in 1940, much is not.
To lose everything one possessed in a matter of hours is a most salutary experience. Since this happened to me I view things in a perspective many will never know. I do wonder if there are many more people in Eastbourne who are survivors of this last war and who suffered homelessness and who climbed out of the ruins of their home, which had been hit by a parachute land mine, as I did. War is wicked. Nothing is gained by going to war, but it is still part of life all over the world.