Gunfire on St. Helier

I was born in 144 Garendon Road in 1932 and moved to 24 Reigate Avenue Christmas 1939. Opposite was the orchard (later allotments) of Rose Hill House (later the AFS/NFS Fire Station). Near the corner by the roundabout were the white concrete, red-window-framed phone kiosk, the blue ("Tardis") Police Box and the air raid siren. If the siren caught you unawares, it was petrifying! Vibrations came through your feet and resonated in your chest; ears went on ringing for several minutes after it had finished its banshee wail! Joy!

There were two quick-firing Bofors guns 200 yards away on on Rosehill roundabout. They made a hell of a noise with their bam-a-bam-bam, sending flashes and blast-waves through the shelter doorway.

Hello Bill, I am surprised that you were not all completely deaf from that siren. I know I was walking past it once when it wound up, I jumped out of my skin. All the sirens in surrounding areas would go off at different times and you got to know after a while which one it was. Where we lived in Glastonbury Rd. we had the railway line running along the back of our garden and at one time there was a gun mounted on a flat back that would cruise up and down and if they fired that near to your house you didn't sleep much.

Us kids used to refer to that one on the railway as a "Naval Gun". It only seemed to fire about every 20 minutes and made a horrendous noise- even from our house a quarter of a mile away, near to Rose Hill roundabout . Rumour was that they removed it, as it shook the railway lines loose! In the lower fields running alongside Rose Hill (Below "The Rockies" and opposite Rose Hill Park West) they installed a searchlight battery, with "sound detectors" (4 dishes mounted on a trailer and pointed at the sky) and a Lewis machine gun for protection. When they switched-on the searchlight, the whole of Reigate Avenue was bathed in light; most disconcerting! Early-on in the war, there was a sandbagged and barbed wired machine gun post actually on the edge of "The Rockies" and pointing towards "The Angel". It was opposite the timber yard (Strowgers?), Beacons sweetshop & tbacconist, the off-licence and a filling station on the corner of Rosehill Avenue and South Suburban Co-op. Just beyond the other end of Rosehill Avenue, on the last little parade of shops before the hospital, they used 2 empty shops for storing great rolls of newsprint. We wriggled through the slatted fence and played amongst them! Just down from that end of Rosehill Avenue, do folks remember Caves, a lovely old shop smelling of sacks of seeds,dried beans, dog biscuits, etc. It also incorporated the Sub Post Office. Down from there were Hearns, MacFisheries, Boots, Sainsburys, McFarlands, Tescos, Pearces, Meyers (later became Gerrards- on the corner facing the roundabout). Opposite Gerrards, I earned myself sixpenny savings stamp by standing on a tree stump outside the (then) "Rose" pub,and reciting the words from a National Savings post- "Come-on chaps, we're all in this together. I'll keep the frontline safe, if you'll stand firm behind me!" My one brief moment of fame! I wonder how many more Snellier Thespians are still around..?!! Scary, but happy days. Bill Mallion

Hi Bill and Peter..... Thanks for jogging my memory cells re life & times on the estate in the 40's. My family moved from Winchcombe Road to Glastonbury Road in the spring of 1939 to no 304 I was 4 at the time, and lived in the area till 1976 when I moved to Bournemouth. No 304 was opposite Hunstone Road, and had a post box outside and was for some reason in the borough of Sutton & Cheam. Yes I well remember the gun as our house backed on to the railway, the gun was supported by a searchlight in the Reigate Avenue playing fields. We had a brick built shelter where 2/3 families would huddle on bad nights. Bombs fell in Hunstone Road where the blast travelled down the road and our front door was blown in and ceilings came down. There were bombs also in Glastonbury Road and of course the land mine in Love Lane. Peter are you related to Dave Lenoard whose favourite song was Woodman spare that tree.!!! So many memories to recall.....the school shelters...queueing for coke at the gas works. Other names that spring to mind were the Beckwith family Percey Stock who lived opposite the school. I still go up to Sutton mainly to see the football club, and recently took the opportunity to drive pass the school, I could not believe the changes, front gardens gone, with the cherry tree, and neatly trimmed privet hedges, all paved over for cars. No one on their hands and knees polishing the steps with Cardinal red polish.....happy days!!! Fred Knopp 29/03.2011

thanks bill great story told..i was wondering any war news on or around aultone way, danescourt cresent opposite rose hill pk. junction on rose hill park west. i also found a uxb in a garden in grennell rd suttonwas it a shell from anti gun fire found in 1970s

Hello Freddie, I probably knew you when we lived in Glastonbury Rd. but the name doesn't ring a bell. I certainly knew the Beckwith family they lived next door but one. Percy Stock was at school with me (I think). His Dad was the first one in the street to have a car just after the war. I don't know a Dave Leonard but my brother was Ray and both he and I were keen on Phil Harris who sang the woodman song.

remember Gerrards, all the wools, teacloths,socks, vests etc outside in display boxes for some reason I loved that shop!! oh and the red cardinal steps...remember those!!!

I wasn't born until 1941, but from a very early age my mother would sit with me at the back bedroom window and we would look across Poulter Park and Mitcham Common beyond, to watch the searchlights and guns. I am blessed with a very good memory and recall virtually everything from 1943 onwards including the later bombings and of course the V1's and V2's. The sound of the air raid siren thrilled me as a child and is still my favourite sound. In July 1944, the Co-op Milkman had parked his horse beneath the siren in Middleton Road almost where it meets Peterborough Road where I lived. I was walking with mum and a local dog named Gyp was accompanying us back from The Circle. The siren went off above our heads, Gyp shot accros the road squeeling and knocked the postman off his bike and the horse forgot its nosebag and bolted. Galloping up Peterborough with nostrils flaring and the milkman running behind, the horse slewed the Co-op wagon from side to side, flinging bottles and churns onto the road and pavements, flooding everything in frothy white milk, before managing to jump the privets of a house on Selby Green with the milkcart stuck in the flattened bushes. On another occasion, I think earlier that year, mum, gran, my cousin and I were walking across the Rockerty Road to Dublin towards Robertsbridge Road, when a German plane shot up St Helier Hospital. It flew by with two lines of bullets zipping across the green where the running track is now and missing us by just a few feet. What stands out the most though, is not the sound of the guns, but gran standing upright as the plane flew overhead, shouting "You Buggers."

My mum used to tell us about my granddad and the things he got up to. My Mum lived in Rose Hill Avenue and my Nan and Granddad lived in Cartmel gardens. One day Granddad had just left Mums when the siren went off so he took shelter in the door of the Coop on the corner of Rose Hill Ave. A bomb must have dropped quite close by because when the all clear went he came out and every other shop had lost their windows but the Coop stood intact.

My grandad George Cooper (from Hayfield in Derbyshire) was one of the crew on the listening device /searchlight