War Years In London 1939–1945

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I was born in 1949 and I can remember playing on bombsites in what must have been the middle to late 50’s

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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4 Responses to War Years In London 1939–1945

  1. Riveting and sad photos, Danny. “Freedom is never free”. Well done.

  2. Onisha Ellis says:

    Touching photos, Danny. I think it is impossible for those of us who did not experience the blitz and the years afterward, to understand how it changed lives.

  3. Daniel Kemp says:

    The house that my maternal grandfather had bought was bombed early in the war, but the bomb never exploded. I was told by my mother that her brother’s son carried that bomb to the nearest Air Warden’s Shelter and it was later removed from there. He, my cousin, was killed by a bomb later in the war and my mother who worked at a munitions factory was constantly under an air attack. After I was born we first lived in married army quarters in Woolwich. Around those barracks and the nearby docks were enough bomb craters and blown up houses for make-believe playgrounds with no regard to what happened before us kids got there to play!

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