Our family was extremely lucky in that we didn't lose anyone that night, but I vividly remember my mum's description of the absolute terror she felt, as my Grandad dragged her along Dumbarton Road , trying to get to their home in Blawarthill Street, Scotstoun.
My mum was only 15 at the time. She described the sound as the bombs fell. Being dragged into close's every few yards as the shrapnel flew around them. She never forgot their horror when, finally arriving home, they discovered that the street had been hit, and she had lost friends and neighbours.
Though it sometimes seems like something that happened in a whole different world, I have to remind myself that it wasn't all that long ago. Tuesday will be the 4th anniversary of my mum's death. She was only 78 when she died from Altzheimers. It wasn't all that long ago, but the world has changed SO MUCH since then. I wish I could say for the better but.................
Christine.
