These are personal memories of some of our members who lived during the war years. Many thanks to all the contributors who shared these with us. Thanks also to Brian Lownds Pateman for permission to use some of of his photographs.
The old Royal Marble works was used as a munitions factory.
Babbacombe Garage was used for the Equipment Section.
They strolled around the corner and across the Downs to the shelter
where they could sit in privacy and out of the early autumn breeze.
They knew their lives were about to change and that they would soon
be separated. He proposed and she accepted. They were married a
year later aged only 18 and 20. The Downs and the shelter were
always spoken about with much affection and the story passed on to
me, their daughter. JR
I was 7 years old when World War II broke out. I can remember
walking over Babbacombe Downs with my grandmother when a man
spoke to her in a state of excitement to say “it’s started”. That meant
nothing to me at the time, but my grandmother rushed me home and I
sensed it was very important. ML
We would frequently have gas mask drill. We carried the masks
around all the time in a case. We hated these practice sessions, the
visors would mist up and the rubbery smell made one feel sick. We
dreaded the thought that one day we might hear the football rattle to
signify a gas attack was imminent. ML
The Troops at the Town Hall
Many troops were stationed in the area and for them dances were held throughout the war years. First came the RAF, then the Americans, jitterbugging their way over that fine sprung ballroom floor, and finally, in 1946, came the Canadians, awaiting ships to take them home. I particularly remember them. First, because they had a splendid Canadian Air Force dance band and then because they brought trays of chocolate cake to serve in the interval which was left over at the end of the dance(!!) Rosemary Firch.
The sea was calm and blue-grey stretching far in the distance to the horizon, the rose red cliffs towered high towards the sky. Seagulls flew overhead, their resounding cry echoed as they dipped to seize scraps to satisfy their hearty appetites. There were other families visiting the beach at that time, walking along the sea shore, enjoying the fresh air and relaxation. At the age of six years it was such an adventure for me to paddle in the sea and throw pebbles into the water, splashing, one after the other.
Suddenly it was quiet, barely a sound, except for ….. the drone of aircraft engines hummed in the distance. Sylvia Lee.
At the Norcliffe the bomb bounced through the back of the hotel and exploded in the road. One of the concrete pillars from the front entrance was eventually found fully intact on Oddicombe Beach. Jenny Richmond.
Our next door neighbours had an Anderson shelter in their garden to go to when the sirens sounded. We hid in the cupboard under the stairs. EB
That awful day
It was a Sunday afternoon in May, my friend and I often walked to Babbacombe Downs and had not long left our homes in Hele Road. Then from nowhere it seemed, a plane, or planes were screaming above us, and shooting along the road with machine guns.
Instinctively we opened the front door of the nearest house and lay in the passage. As it happened we did know the people living there, and we can laugh at the thought of how we “broke” into their house now! BP
It was some time before I discovered that so many of my schoolmates had been killed when St Mary’s Church took a directhit. More would have been killed but as it was a lovely sunny day a
number had gone to Oddicombe Beach instead of going to church.
After the attack I thought my brother was dead. He was so still and
although we were lying fairly close to each other, a piece of hot
shrapnel had landed between us.
However, I think the noise of the attack had stunned him and he soon
A plane hit the cross of the Catholic Church with its wing and jettisoned its bomb which hit the Church of England Church, a few hundred yards away. Children were in there at Sunday School at the time and 21 children and several teachers were killed. Mother said, with the force of the explosion, the gate of the church ended up in her front garden in Barewell Road. AG
I have never forgotten that fateful day or my friends and the children
who were lost. I was living in the Erskine Home on Babbacombe
Downs (now part of the Sefton Hotel). We were at St Marychurch
Parish Church for Sunday School. One minute we were sitting in our
usual place on the left hand side of the nave when suddenly one of
the teachers shouted “Get under the Pews” ES
When the bomb was dropped on the parish church of St Marychurch
we were getting ready to go out and my father was worried about my
aunt who lived in Princes Street. We found the place in chaos, but
luckily my aunt was alright, although several houses in Princes Street
were destroyed. It was a very sad day as we knew a lot of the
children who were killed in the church. JE
On 30 May 1943 Eddy called as usual and we left the house for
Church. At the end of the road I told Eddy that I was not going to
church, but intended to go to the beach for a swim. Eddy refused to
swap the comics and walked off to Sunday School whilst I enjoyed
myself on the beach.
I was suddenly aware of three planes approaching the beach, so low
that they almost skimmed the water. To protect me a man pushed me
down on the beach and lay on top of me, and I recall that he had a
very hairy chest. It was evident that a bomb had dropped nearby in
On my way home I walked up through St Marychurch and came
upon the devastation at the church, and saw my father digging
feverishly in the rubble.
He had found the body of a young boy holding a Champion comic
and assumed it was me thinking we had swapped comics as usual. I
approached him to ask what was going on and he slapped me around
the face saying “don’t ever frighten me like that again”
Eddy was one of the victims and his name is on the memorial to the
21 children who died on that terrible day. BT
We lived almost opposite the Perrett family and my best friend at school was David Perrett who had a twin brother and sister who were two years younger than him. I used to take Mary to Brownies with me. On the day of the bombing I was allowed to stay at home as my mother thought I had worked too hard during the week. I saw a German plane pass across the dining room window, presumably after the bomb had been dropped. Unfortunately the twin brother and sister were both killed in this raid, but David was in Exeter at the time and so escaped. June Rallison nee Lang
On the corner of Warbro Road and St Marychurch Road there now stands a block of flats. Pre-war this was a courtyard, with shops facing the main road and small cottages at the rear….. there was a raid and tragically the courtyard had a direct hit. Sadly one gentleman in a wheelchair was killed but no trace of the body was ever found. Verna Stuckey.
Recollections of the St Marychurch
Home Guard 1941
Within a week of joining I was part of the St Marychurch Platoon,
kitted out from the main Quartermaster’s Store in Rock Road behind
Fleet Street, with uniform, rifle and 200 rounds of 300 ammunition
and told to report to St Marychurch Town Hall, which was our
We all took our turn with the neighbouring platoon in standing night
guards on Oddicombe and Babbacombe beaches, using the Beach
Café as our guard room, and in pairs we patrolled the beaches on a
two hour stretch. One of my first tasks that summer was to ensure
that no civilian remained on Oddicombe Beach after 6pm, so with a very senior companion we made ourselves unpopular by requesting
that the sunbathers should start to wend their way up the hill – no
Cliff Railway running in those days. RD
Food was in short supply. Like most families we had a pet – a cat – but I also had a pet of my own, a grey and white Dutch rabbit. One day when the butcher called he took particular notice of my rabbit and said that if I no longer wanted it, he would buy it from me for half a crown and give it a good home. Reluctantly, I agreed.
It was a long time before I realised that the good home was another family’s dinner table! JG
Rationing was in force and anything not on ration was very scarce.
I know that my mother spent a large amount of time queuing. Most
people grew their own vegetables and many in Babbacombe kept
chickens, to preserve the eggs for when the chickens went off the lay, the eggs
were kept in a jelly like liquid called isinglass. ML
We kept chickens in the kitchen garden, eggs of course were rationed so we were allowed to keep our ration but the remaining eggs had to be taken to the Town Hall. I can’t remember if the chickens laid everyday! Probably not! Elizabeth Bollard.
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