Ruby Thompson, living during World War ll London bombings blasts history out of realm of dry dusty names and dates and places reader in midst of the terror.
Imagine yourself seeing hundreds of Messerschmitt war planes overhead and hearing the explosion of bombs being dropped around you. Wondering if this is the day one will fall on your house.
Ruby Side Thompson’s personal diary was written during the terrifying World War Two London Blitz. Her diary is a true and detailed account of what she experienced during that horrific time. The diary chronicles Ruby's struggle to survive in the midst of a horrendous war, where London is bombed nightly.
Ruby speaks candidly about her unhappiness enduring an unsatisfactory marriage. She was the mother of seven sons, two of whom were enlisted in the R.A.F. One of which became an amputee as the result of hitting a land mine and the other son was captured and sent to a concentration camp as a prisoner of war. Her tale is a mix of the commonplace and the historic as seen through her eyes.
The diary was an outlet for Ruby’s thoughts and feelings that could not be spoken out loud; however, in publishing the diary it gives readers an honest and unfiltered look back at a time that may have been long since forgotten.
Join Ruby on her trying journey as she tries to keep her life and family together during this difficult time in history.
This is volume one of a four volume series written by Ruby Alice Side Thompson.
This is the fourth and final in a series of diaries written by Ruby Alice Side Thompson during World War ll. She lived in Romford, Essex a suburb outside of London. Ruby Thompson wrote almost daily about the incessant air raids and bombings, keeping meticulous records of the time, location, and length of these raids. She writes of the stress and terror revealing the emotions, fears and the way lives were crippled due to the constant unknown of when or where a bomb would hit. In one segment she even sees a bomb sailing by her window. Her two youngest twin sons were directly affected by the war, one shot down over Germany, spending most of the war as a German war prisoner. His brother lost a leg. Ruby considered both these tragedies to be lucky compared to the fate of many others. Ruby writes brutally honest accounts of life as she saw things as they happened. They are her innermost thoughts, feelings, and frustrations. Because this personal record of events during the war and her marriage were not written for anyone but herself we are now, seventy years later, have a small peek into the past from which we can see a family trying to survive the London Blitz during World War II. Ruby's politically incorrect opinions, as well as her continual up and down moods also documents the war within her marriage as well as her continual vacillations with her religious beliefs. Her candidness is what makes this book a page-turner. If you have ancestors who were alive during World War II, in England, this book is a good place to find how households and family members lived during the London Blitz. Ruby Side Thompson's personal diaries bring history into reality.
This diary is the 3rd in a series of four volumes written by Ruby Side Thompson. They document her experience about World War Two in England and the London Blitz. The diaries are unique, written from a woman's experience during war time. They include Ruby's opinions written only for the privacy of her diary. Her views are often ahead of her time. She writes about the war in terms that would have been considered blaspheme if spoken out loud. We are fortunate to have this very personal and articulate perspective of that war of seventy years ago.
Well, today, March Fourth, I live. I still live. Last night we had two bad raids. The first came at eight-thirty and went on until ten p.m. The second came at four thirty this morning, and lasted until a quarter to six. Our gunfire was terrific. I have not heard yet what damage was done. Nothing in this immediate vicinity, though when Ted returned from the Home Guard he said one of their officers had come in, in an extremely nervous state, and said bombs had fallen in Collier Row. However, when the radio man came this morning, about a half and hour ago, he said, no, not Collier Row last night, but nearer to Fairlop and Warley, the airdromes, well, we’ll know later. Whilst the racket is going on I get very sick, and retch constantly. I can’t help it, and I can’t stop it. This morning I feel sore in the ribs, as though somebody had kicked me. If a bombardment went on for twelve or eighteen hours, I think I should expire, not from a direct hit, but from my one bodily mechanism, which will not behave properly, and which I can’t control, no matter how emphatically my will commands it. Sheer animal fear, over which the soul has no control, yes, sure it can kill you. This blasted war! When, oh when, will it finish? If there is anything in this world stupider than war I have never heard of it. Men deliberately destroying mankind, men deliberately destroying the entire world, could there possibly be anything more insane? Well, I pray like mad. God be merciful to me, a sinner. Deliver us from evil. Oh deliver us from evil.
This is volume two of a four volume series of diaries written in London, England during World War ll. The first volume was comprised of 1939-1940. This volume is 1941 and are Ruby’s outpourings of her experience during that year of the War Blitz bombings.
In this very personal and historical account in which Ruby writes about her truth of the war which she shares with no one but the diary.
She describes the terror she experiences night after night, wondering if she will see the next day. What these citizen's managed is mind-boggling and is a reminder of how atrocious war really is.
Ruby says: "September 21, 1941 . . . We are hypnotized by propaganda; by the impact of particular places and persons; by religion, by war, and by ourselves, by our own terrible easy suggestibility. We are sheep, dumb fool sheep. Consider this huge derision of patriotism and of war.
As I looked over Kent yesterday, so peaceful, all the harvest in, so green, so quiet, the sense of the folly of the war enveloped me ever more tightly and suffocating then in Blitzed London. Much of London is offensive to the sight, so that when one sees portions of it utterly destroyed unconsciously one is reconciled to the destruction. . . . The further I went from London the more I was convinced that war is only made by the few bad men in power, for their own profit. War pays the armament makers. The puzzle is: Why do common men obey the warlords? Why? Because they are hypnotized by words, deluded by propaganda and patriotism. Oh God! What fools men are!
. . . One thing I determined, and that is, to guard my own mind. That seems the most important thing to me today, to protect my mind and to keep out the crazy propaganda and all the world’s false beliefs. The everlasting verities, those are what I want to discern and the realities, and mainly the beautiful and good realities. War is a reality and Hitler is a reality, but neither Hitler nor war is enduring; both will pass away, but the grass will remain, beauty will remain.
Ruby says "This world is hell, and Hitler is Satan himself. The last war convinced me of the reality of the Devil: this war reinforces that conviction. I say, men create war; yes, but the evil in men’s hearts, which creates this sort of war, is the devil’s evil itself. . This is devilish fiendish air-war, every casualty a civilian.Oh the damn foolishness of war, and the ineptitude of politicians!Where will the bombs drop tonight? London, Berlin, Athens, Romford."
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