My Mother in Law

He name was Connie Bates, later when she married Connie Smith. She lived in Cromwell Lane Tile Hill in the years that I knew her.

She worked at Fisher & Ludlow in Torrington Avenue, fitting the trail fins to bombs, Connie was also a Red Cross Nurse, and was called out to attend the wounded as soon as the bombing started.

She worked in the centre of the City for three days tending the wounded as they were dug out of the damaged buildings. She always told me of the smell, and the rats in the streets, displaced by the bombings together with dogs and cats.

On the 16th Churchill visited the town and acknowledged Connie, but a man in suit stood and watched her. Never a shrinking violet she told him to bet more bandages from the ambulance, which he did and then left. A policeman asked her if she knew who she had been talking too. Churchillís driver she said, no he replied, that was the King. She received days later, a letter from the Palace, and also a box of bandages and a box of chocolates. That is the main difference with that generation and our young folks. She didnít tell anyone because she was ashamed as shouting at a King she did not recognise, my Grandkids would have it on social media with a selfie.

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