Aint Et A Blummin Shame! : My life during the Blitz and 30's Depression

By Franklin, Winifred, Jeanette, Mrs.

Book Id: WPLBN0100003002
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Reproduction Date: 4/5/2018

Title:	Aint Et A Blummin Shame! : My life during the Blitz and 30's Depression
Author:	Franklin, Winifred, Jeanette, Mrs.
Volume:	Volume 1
Language:	English
Subject:	Non Fiction, World History and History of Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, New Zealand, etc., World War 2
Collections:	Authors Community, History
Historic Publication Date:	2018
Publisher:	Self-Published

Member Page:	Adinas Henry
Citation APA MLA Chicago Mrs. Winifred Jeanette Frankli, B. M. (2018). Aint Et A Blummin Shame! : My life during the Blitz and 30's Depression. Retrieved from http://gutenberg.cc/

Description
I grew up in the east end of London during the Great Depression. I witnessed many horrid crimes against humanity but also experienced the courage, dignity, and resilience of those who suffered and struggled all around me, including my own family. We were bombed for 57 nights during the blitz. We, the Cockney's, lived by a code of honor, do as you would be done by. We believed in a fair sense of justice and were victims of social inequality. There were two wars, one for the rich and the other for the poor working class and the poor. There was no middle class in those days. While we were squashed and hungry in filthy metal dugouts in our backyards, the effluent continued their life of luxury in the elite hotels. Some of them even moved in permanently as they were left helpless without their servants. You see their servants had all gone off to war as fodder in the front line, to fight for their country. I and many others survived the incessant bombings, that rained down on us like hailstones from a thundercloud. I am now 94 years old and living in Australia.

Summary
At the age of 94, I pull no punches, telling of what life was like living in the Great Depression of the thirties. I also give the reader a birds-eye view of my life living in the east end of London through the Blitz. We felt the full force of Hitler's wrath, for he bombed the east end of London for 57 nights. I witnessed the worst and the best of humanity at a very young age. This book would also be of interest to the scholar of history and the student alike. It is also a tribute to the Cockney Spirit, that reigned supreme, and could not be squashed by the exploitation of the wealthy or by Mr. Hitler.

Excerpt
Many generations of East-Enders had passed down a true spirit and love of London; they fought and died for their country when called upon doing so. The docklands played a huge part in the lives of the Cockney’s for many years. I often have memories of myself and my sister when we would take lunch to our Dad, who by then worked at the Docks, every Saturday. There were a lot of Chinese coolies working on the ships. They would do a lot of the menial work; often working as cleaners. Their toilet habits were a bit different from the average ship worker if nature called one would look up to find a bare arse staring back at them and then a gift from heaven without the luck would befall them… this event would be followed by many expletives: “ You rotten bugger, go hang your arse elsewhere!!” My father used to say that: “The bombs were not the only things that made the men working on these ships dash for cover.”