My mother lived in the north strand at the time of the bombings. She was 5 years old at the time and remembers seeing the plane flying very low and then the house blew up. She survived, her brother, my nana and granda survived also. Unfortunately her sister, Margaret Wellington, was killed. She was hit on the head with a piece of the ceiling and died a few days later. My mother remembers the family having to live in the Mansion House for a while until they got a new place to live. [Story submitted by Pamela Henderson]
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