Hello and welcome to We Have Ways Family Stories.

Our weekly show in which you, the listeners, tell us what happened to your family members

during the Second World War.

These stories range from daring raids behind enemy lines to evacuate tales of country life.

Today's selection sees us travel from Nagasaki as the Atom Bomb fell to a London hospital's

Labour ward during an air raid.

We start off this week's episode with John Ney, who writes,

by James and Al, as you and many other listeners have frequently noted a lot of the more traumatic

family stories are never told or only come out towards the end of a life.

My Uncle Frank is one such case, revealing something remarkable about himself late in life.

Strictly speaking, Uncle Frank was not my uncle, as a young man taking up an engineering

post with Ferranti and in need of digs he became a lodger at my great aunt Winifred's farmhouse.

He never left and spent the rest of his life there effectively becoming a member of the

family and was much loved.

As a young boy visiting Auntie Win's farm was always exciting and I particularly looked

forward to seeing Uncle Frank.

He would usually be in his room sat in his big leather upholstered swivel chair which

he would spin around to greet me like an avancular bond villain.

I would sit on the arm of the chair and we would talk and watch TV together or he would

show me his cine movies of air shows he'd been to.

One thing puzzled me though, I was a fussy eater, often refusing or leaving various items

of food.

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