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I am the great-granddaughter of Ruby Side Thompson. 
Recently I started re-reading the World War ll journals and felt that they were such an important part of a history that will soon be forgotten if not published and shared with the world. These diary excerpts are not the entirety of what is published in print and kindle.
Ruby grew up during a time when education was just beginning to be encouraged for both upper and middle class women. During the late 1890's Ruby explored many radical political ideas of London, England. She met many famous people including the writers George Bernard Shaw and William Butler Yeats. 
5.0 out of 5 stars A choice pick, not to be overlooked, November 6, 2011 By Midwest Book Review (Oregon, WI USA)

World War ll London Blitz Diary: 9-21-40 A very interesting piece of history as well as a personal record of life at the time. An enjoyable read

There was one most awful explosion, which nearly frightened me to death.
The Ryecroft house had been destroyed, and the whole family killed.
Bombs had been dropped in various spots; one at “Strathmore” opposite the laundry; two on Oakland’s Avenue; one on Kingston Road, opposite the nursing home; one in the back brook at Arden Cottage; and one by the post office on Carlton Parade.


It is worse and worse. Last night’s raid lasted until four forty-five a.m. this morning. Another land mine was dropped, this time between Stanley Avenue and Carlton Road.
About two hundred houses are shattered and down, but luckily nobody was killed!
Two more raids today. I am sick with fright and nerves. I keep crying. I long to be in America.


On the seven o’clock news we were told of the sinking of one of the vessels carrying refugee children to Canada! Mrs. Ryecroft was found in the debris of her house, but not the slightest trace of Peter could be found. Mrs. Ryecroft was pinned right through her breast by a big beam.


It is not safe to be on the streets now after any warning, for the Germans have taken to low diving, and then machine-gunning anyone in sight.

World War ll London: 9-18-40 Good buy, I love adding these to my collection. You can read them over again. I thoroughly recommend these as a very good read

Eight raids today. Eight warnings. This is the worse day yet. Last night was terrible. London is the main objective. Here in Romford, Victoria Road was hit for the second time; three stores and four houses demolished there. On Eastern Road, the Inland Revenue Offices were destroyed, and on South Street, Jays, the furniture shop.

The night was awful. There is indiscriminate bombing against London. The BBC said the casualties were again very heavy; In central London over ninety known to be killed, and more than three hundred severely wounded. Oxford Street, Berwick Street, Berkley Square, Piccadilly, Grosvenor Square, Marble Arch, all got it last night. This is just plain murder.
One night last week, over three hundred men, women, and children were destroyed in a school, to which they had been taken “for safety” after their homes had been destroyed.
There is no safety in London anywhere. Hell! Hell! Goddamn Hitler.

Last night was a most awful night. The warning was given at eight p.m. and our guns went into action immediately. Right here in Romford, it was one of the most terrifying nights of the war. Bombs seemed to be falling all around us. Plessis had been bombed on the previous night. They employ seven thousand people. Luckily, no one had been killed.
Walthamstow has been particularly badly hit. In one “rescue” school, three hundred and ninety-three people had been killed in one raid. When the raids began again, the women of Walthamstow began screaming. The A.R.P. wardens had to remove them forcibly, “and their screaming was awful.”

World War ll London Blitz Diary: 9-17-40 This diary makes you feel that you knew Ruby Thompson because of the personal stories and the emotions she shares throughout. This diary is astounding,astonishing,and simply incredible!

Our last warning yesterday sounded at nine p.m. The all clear was not given until five fifty-five a.m. this morning. Seven more raids today.

A day of incessant raids: six raids.

Last night was one of the very worst yet. When the all clear came just before three o’clock, we decided to go up to bed. We thought the Germans were through for the night. Not a bit of it! Just before four, the sirens sounded again, and the onslaught, lasting until five thirty-five a.m., was even heavier than in the first part of the night. The main attack, of course, was on London, but what damage was done we have not been told yet. When Ted came in from mass, at eight this morning, he told me that one bomb hit the presbytery last night, but bounced off the roof again without doing much damage.

The Germans deliberately pick out churches and hospitals for targets. They have hit Westminster Abbey, and nearly destroyed St. Paul’s Cathedral. A bomb weighing a ton buried itself in Dean’s Yard, by Amen Corner, but did not go off. Buckingham Palace has been bombed three times. Hits have been made on the Law Courts, Trafalgar Square, the Houses of Parliament, and St. Thomas’s Hospital.

Cheapside is practically laid flat. Regent Street has suffered badly, and Victoria Station and Clapham Junction are practically wiped out. Nearly every London hospital has been bombed, and many churches. Some are quite demolished. Many city shelters, built to shelter hundreds of people, have been hit. On Sunday the R.A.F. brought down one hundred and eighty-five German machines, one hundred and thirty-five of them bombers.

Who really knows what the truth is? All we really know is what we actually see and suffer for ourselves. As far as can be conjectured, this sort of war can go and is going on indefinitely. God help us all, it’s simply hell on earth. Germans can hide behind the clouds and bomb us before we know they are over us.

World War ll London Blitz Diary: 9-12-40 The Britton and Londoner are not terrorized. He is simply coldly angry, and more determined than ever to lick Hitler and his Nazi’s. The devil himself can’t frighten an Englishman. I am frightened. Many bombs have fallen here in Romford and nearby, houses are stuck into heaps, and people killed. I lie in the corner and pray. Last night the gunfire was simply terrific. The din itself scares you.

Three twenty p.m. No raid so far today. Yesterday’s afternoon raid on London was the heaviest yet, but we brought down eighty-nine German Machines, to our own loss of only twenty-seven.  There was just as much damage done in Aldgate East, London. Yesterday afternoon they got Buckingham Palace!

This week London has suffered tremendously. Huge fires at the docks, Eastham, Bow, Poplar, Whitechapel, Bethnal Green, Bishopsgate, several London hospitals, churches and museums, railway stations, schools, workhouses, shops, factories; devastation seems to be endless.

The Britton and Londoner are not terrorized. He is simply coldly angry, and more determined than ever to lick Hitler and his Nazi’s. The devil himself can’t frighten an Englishman. I am frightened. Many bombs have fallen here in Romford and nearby, houses are stuck into heaps, and people killed. I lie in the corner and pray. Last night the gunfire was simply terrific. The din itself scares you.


Terrific bombardment of London. Amongst the targets hit was Buckingham Palace. Four p.m. to four twenty p.m.

World War ll London Blitz Diary: 9-5-40 I myself really enjoyed reading this book. I read this edition and I am now rereading and earlier edition from last year. These daily entries of a woman’s life in Romford England during WW2 are really powerful when one pulls up Google maps and looks at the places she mentions bombs landing. You can even still see 78 & 80 Western Ave. Google maps shows that much of the area she writes about was razed by bombs all now is parking lots and commercial buildings

The raids are increasing, lasting longer, and much more violent.

Raids worse and worse. After spending the night downstairs, we finally went up to bed at five a.m. when the all clear sounded.

There was death again dropping on the crowds of Saturday shoppers.

Second raid, started at eight thirty-five p.m., continued without ceasing until five in the morning of Sunday. Last night’s raid on London was the worst yet. Ted and I cowered here in this little dining room. Several times I thought we were surely destroyed. I prayed and prayed, and here we are still alive, and a roof still over us. The radio announcer told us that the raiders had concentrated on London, especially the East End and the riverbanks.

Our R.A.F. brought down ninety-nine German machines, but our civilian casualties are grave, over four hundred killed, and between one hundred and fourteen hundred severely injured. One bomb fell into a shelter holding one thousand people! Several bad fires have started. This has been the worst raid of the war so far, and London has suffered tremendously. Oh God help us! It was another night of terror. Ted rolls up on the floor and can even fall asleep. I lie on the sofa and tremble from top to toe.

We had five more raids lasting from midafternoon until five in the morning. These night raids are worse and worse. They are concentrated on London, and doing great damage, and killing many civilians. Everything is Hell.

We had raids lasting on and off from midmorning until the following day.