Beryl
Beattie During the War, I wasn't in Glasgow for very long, but I was there when the air raids started. My dad, being a tailor, he got the job of converting army blankets into siren suits. They were left at the bottom of your bed at night and you popped them on top of your pyjamas. It was ideal for going to the shelter in. When other neighbours saw what my brother and I had, my dad was kept going full time making suits, everybody was kept going about daft trying to find army blankets.One of my neighbours, we called her Aunt Hannah, was one of those very organised people and she had a big biscuit tin full of sweets for the children. You had to wait an hour and you got one sweetie each handed out to you.
