On Christmas Eve 1940 I was five years old and it was the most memorable Christmas Eve of my life and I am now 81 years old.
My mother and father had a Hillman Minx motor car at that time and they must have decided to take my brother and myself to visit my aunt who lived in Blackpool.
We must have set off for home in Farnworth fairly late because when we got to Belmont village my dad apparently stopped the car car outside the Wrights Arms pub and could see the night sky over Manchester lit up up with fires from the bombing.
So he went and knocked at the door of the pub and they let us stay there for the night along with some other people. I remember lying down on the flag floor and we left fairly early because it was by then Christmas Day.
Neil Hacking
Ash Grove
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