">Glenn Miller Alive and Well In The UK
One day during an air raid in 1944, I was standing outside our Anderson Shelter, which was situated at the bottom of our garden. We lived just a mile from RAF Northolt, and our house was in a direct line with the runway. We would see every day the many aircraft that took off and landed on their way to and from defending the skies from approaching German aircraft. All very exciting when you're a kid of just seven years old.
But this particular night
I had to go and relieve myself, and my father allowed me outside the shelter
if I hurried. As I looked up into the night sky I suddenly saw a red light
heading toward us and shortly afterwards heard the pulsating throbbing
of the engine as it grew ever closer. I called to Dad to take a look,
no sooner had he popped his head out of the shelter he called me in and
pushed me to the floor. At that precise moment the noise of the engine
stopped and there was a deadly silence…fear now was rushing through us,
my mother, father, sister and three brothers all packed in a 6ft by 4ft
corrugated iron shelter. We thought we were safe from such things as flying
bombs and it was only after the war that I realised that the 'tin box'
may have protected us from shrapnel and debris but not from a direct hit
of a bomb. The bang came thirty seconds after as we crouched huddled together.
Luckily for us the momentum of the flying bomb was such that although
the engine had cut out, it dropped about a mile from us. We were lucky,
but someone that night was not.
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During those dark days of the war our radios were our only medium to becoming lost in unreality with the nightly variety shows, the music halls, the plays, which would occupy all of our leisure time. Music and big bands in particular were heard every day and night and as a very young listener it was the music and some of the songs that have stayed with me all these years.
We had a crystal set given to us one Christmas and with a pair of earphone plugged in to the set and a slight adjustment on the cats whisker on to the crystal we were able to tune into the BBC and AFN and we'd hear the music that was to indelibly impregnate my memory for ever.
When I began to collect records, it was Glenn Miller's that were on top of my list and since the early fifties these have been forever appearing in the stores in ever increasing numbers, and there does not seem to be any let up even today as they are issued now on CD.
Glenn Miller is remembered in this country
by so many people, and annually there are Glenn Miller tribute concerts
up and down the country, played by two of the top bands here.
The people of England never forget their heroes,and one in particular Major Glenn Miller who has now at long last been honoured by the preservation of the Control Tower at Twinwood Farm in Bedford, where Glenn on December 15th took off in a C64 Noresman Aircraft never to be seen again.
|I was privileged along with
Chris Nash, our wives and Band Leader Bill Baker from Holland, to attend
the opening ceremony dedicating the building as a museum for
Glenn Miller and the Royal Air Force..........Click on button which will take you to The Twinwood Glenn Miller Museum Story
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