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From Bob Knee, Wokingham

"My mother was born in Mogador Road in Lower Kingswood in 1927. When she was about 17 (about 1944) she was supposed to walk with her father to a dental appointment in Redhill. They would have used Wray Lane, but her father was delayed at work and she went on alone. Her father did not like her walking down Wray Lane alone, so she started to go down Reigate Hill. If a bus had turned up she would have caught it opposite the Yew Tree pub on to Redhill.

She was wearing a grey coat, grey hat and grey shoes, which may explain what happened. When she was about half way down, a very low flying plane flew south to north up the line of Reigate Hill. It must have circled because a few minutes later it came the same way again and my mother identified it as a German fighter. It was low enough for her to see the pilot and the Germany markings. It repeated the manoeuvre a third time, but machine gunning as it flew up the hill. One bullet passed through the rim of my Mother's hat, another through the hem of her long coat. She threw herself over the side of the hill, brushed herself off and continued down the hill when she was sure the fighter had gone.

She carried on, went through the tunnel into Reigate High Street, with the intention of catching a bus to Redhill from outside the Old Town Hall. When she turned right from the tunnel into the High Street there was chaos and pandemonium. It seems the High Street had been strafed by a fighter, whether it was the same one or not she doesn't know. She thinks some 20 or so people were killed or injured. Her father eventually found her in Reigate High Street amongst all the mayhem. He was apparently ashen faced as he thought she might have been killed. He wasn't too good either after she showed him the bullet holes in her hat and coat. She didn't realise at the time just what a close call she'd had. She's now 78 and I think it might just be sinking in!

Did her being all dressed in grey make the pilot think she was a member of the armed services?
Does anyone else remember the incident?
Could the fighter have been looking for Montgomery's quarters up Reigate Hill?

My Mother married my Father in 1946, he was 26 years older than her. He was a Fireman stationed in Windsor during the war. The highest priority call out he had was to put out a chimney fire in the local pub!

He was at home on leave when the Flying Fortress crashed on the top of Reigate Hill. He rushed to the scene in the hope he could do something, but to no avail. The story he told me was that it was already shot up and needed an emergency landing. I get the impression it was dusk or dark, because he said it asked for permission to land at Redhill aerodrome, but they would not turn the landing lights on because enemy fighters were about and they would have shot up the airfield.

Turning to the tunnels under Reigate Hill. I know they exist for sure, as I have been in them. I was a born in 1947 and lived in Mogador Road. The kids from Lower Kingswood spent much time on Colley and Reigate Hills. In the early 1960's we found the blocked up entrances to the tunnels. I seem to remember they were at the foot of the chalk face behind the Yew Tree pub. We opened up the entrances and spent many days exploring the tunnels. They were very wet, dark of course, with lots or defunct wiring and numerous
water tanks lying around. I believe that a year or so later the entrances were blocked up again. I don't know how we got to hear that Montgomery "planned his Second Front there", but having read the information on the web site it seems this is quite plausible.

Whilst growing up in Mogador Road, I couldn't understand why one of our bathroom windows had frosted glass, the other plain glass, which annoyed my Mother no end. My Father told me a flying bomb dropped onto a cafe, or perhaps a small guest house, at the top of Reigate Hill, opposite Margery Lane. The blast blew out one of the bathroom windows and, due to wartime shortages, my Father could only replace it with plain glass. His story was the cafe owner and his dog were in the basement, the owner was killed, but the dog survived. However, the dog would not leave his master's side.

I remember two bomb craters us kids used to play in. One in a farmer's field opposite Mogador Road and one on the common not far from the Sportsman pub at the top of Mogador Road.

My Mother also recalls a German plane crashing close to Kingswood Church. The pilot was captured by Canadian troops who were billeted around the area.

She also recalls considerable loss of life as a result of a bomb dropping close to Shaws Corner, although she has no details. Does anyone have any knowledge of this?"

With thanks to Bob Knee for this information. If anyone can add to these memories please contact us.

From Andy Dean, Port Joli NS, Canada

"My name is Albert Andrew [Andy] Dean.
I was born at 14 Nutley Lane in Reigate Feb 21 1931. This was my maternal grandparents house, Edward and Agnes Hurst.
Before I was two my father George Dean with wife Selina [ nee Hurst ] moved to Portsmouth as he was in the Royal Navy.
At the start of the second world war we moved back to Reigate to be away from the danger of the Portsmouth dockyards being bombed. We now lived at 14 Nutley Grove and I went to school at the Parish School on London Road. Your article on the Baron's Caves mis-spells the headmasters name I think, I recall it being Mr Hyde not Hide, but I may be mistaken. My other two teachers there were Miss Warren and Mr Shepherd....the caretaker was Mr Dungate.

We did indeed shelter in the Baron's Caves and I remember gas-mask drills well, and even after more than sixty years I can distinctly summon up the dank musty smell of the sandy caves. Even at that young age my sense of logic recoiled at the thought of what might happen to us en route to the caves as the distance was considerable. We had to form up in the school yard...march down the steps...across London Road....up the steps into the Castle Grounds .....down the other side...to the caves entrance to safety [ hopefully] and we did indeed see a German bomber...a Junkers 90....cruise through low cloud one day as we made the trip.

I went to Sunday school at the Methodist church in the High street. One day we were playing outside before class began when we heard the unmistakable drone of a German plane...we kids knew the sound of those engines from experience and used to say the rhythm was saying " Its for you....it's for you....it's for you....." When we rushed in to tell the teacher she told us not to be silly because no air-raid siren had sounded but if we wanted we could be seated in the classroom and resume lessons, which we did. A few moments later came the high -pitched whistling of bombs falling as the German bomber, being pursued by a Spitfire fighter, jettisoned a string of bombs which fell at intervals along the high street but fortunately didn't explode. And the teacher was on her belly along with the rest of us beneath our desks for protection.

On another occasion [also when no alert had sounded] I happened to glance down grandmother's garden from the living room of Number 1 Nutley Lane where she had re-located, just as a Messerschmidt 110 fighter-bomber flew by extremely low, ...hedge-hopping we called it...I saw the swastika insignia and the pilot quite distinctly. He then circled and flew over the railway lines with machine-guns and cannons firing at a train. A close friend had a near-miss when one of the cannon shells penetrated the window and lodged in the arm of an easy chair he was sitting in at the time.

When I was fourteen I went to work at Cullen's confectioners , 26 High Street, near the town hall where the bakeshop at the rear of the establishment had an entrance to the Castle caves behind it. I don't know if this connected to the Baron's caves or not.

I am enjoying your site very much.
Thanks, Andy"

With thanks to Andy Dean for this information.

From Tony Westbrook, Toronto

The 40's in reigate...I was six years old..there were no lights on in
the town...hushed voices..a paper seller on the east side of the hall
calling out much quieter than usual..the bus ride.. also dark..a
woman conductor leaned out the door peering into the night..calling
out the stops..White Horse!.. sandpits!!..and next ours.. you want
Jolly Farmers Mrs.?..there you are watch your step!..no torches
now..we would slowly grope our way to our house opposite the pub..and
then the siren would wind up..its hated sound in the black night..a
search light would go up groping frantically in the black sky...My
Mother, alone during the entire war would often walk us into
town..she would spend a lot of time in a library on the top of
Boots..then onto the sawdust floor of Sainsburys for whatever she was
able to get...a quick trip then to the merry-go-round in the Castle
Grounds..a long linger in a shop that displayed and played
records..extra long stay to hear the latest sensation, Bing Crosby
singing "White Christmas" I believe.. she would always buy cherries for
the walk back..hanging them around our ears..and we would practise
spitting the stones into drain holes along a red brick wall leading
out of town .. telling us not to step on the cracks of the pavement
because we could break her back..we always elicited extra care in
walking..those were some of the memories of a young boy..spending
most of my time on the Heath..wonderful that I can "go there on the
net" thank you..and God Bless..Tony Westbrook

with thanks to Tony Westbrook for this piece.

See also
Reigate During the Second World War
Second World War - Reigate Caves
Second World War - Battle of Britain
Second World War - Where the Bombs Fell

This era is included in the DVD produced by BVP, Reigate Priory 1921 - 1948. which covers the period when the Priory was owned by the Admiral Beatty and later occupied by Rank the Millers during the 2nd World War.

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