During the war I lived in Kingsbridge South Devon. I worked in a grocery
shop.
One Saturday lunchtime a German plane came over dropping bombs.
We all dropped to the floor and I put my head in an alcove under the counter.
Behind me was a shelf with bottles of sauce on it. These fell on to the marble top
and smashed, splashing sauce all over my legs.
When things had settled down and we all got up out of the position where we thought we
would be safe the manager who was looking to see if anyone was hurt spotted my legs with
all the sauce on them. He thought I had been badly cut but it was a source of laughter by
all who worked there when I told him it was sauce and from then on I was known as saucy legs.
On the same day my mother was making stew for our midday meal over the fire in a large pan.
Just as she lifted the lid on the pan to stir it another string of bombs fell and it caused
all the soot to fall down the chimney into the pan.
Needless to say we had no dinner that day.
Submitted to this site by Jean Dixon.