I don't know how we met this man. I don't even remember his name. But I do know that he was Jewish. His wife had just died, and he gave up his house for this family of refugees, Mom, Dad, Grandma and two little girls. He said it was easier for him to live somewhere else and for us to have a home.
War brings out the good as well as the bad in people.
So we moved into this nice little two story house. My father was put to work in an aircraft factory because England was very unprepared for war. Because of the factories in Bristol, the Nazis started bombing that city. I can remember my mother being worried and waiting for my father to come home one day. My sister and I learned later that during an air raid that day, the men in the aircraft factory had been herded into air raid shelters.