Monday 26th September 

Crisp, dancing leaves 
Careening across the ground 
Chased by the wind 
Making a whistling sound 

Those whipped-up waves 
Cavorting up the beaches 
Covering sand 
Towards the farthest reaches 

Cold, pinched faces 
With hair flying awry 
Out for a walk 
Mindful of the dark'ning sky 

Love you both so much 
Precious sons 
xxxxx 

Sunday 25th September 

Everything looks the same 
On the outside 
All appears to be okay 

But everything is different 
On the inside 
Some things are not okay 

Love you both so much 
Treasured sons 
xxxxx 

Saturday 24th September 

Billowing clouds 
Much smaller crowds 
Break in the rain 
Cannot complain 
Out for fresh air 
Wind in your hair 

Love you both so much 
Precious sons 
xxxxx 

Friday 23rd September 

A kiss in the sky 
My Angel on high 
Left this world to fly 
On clouds he does lie 
Precious sweetie pie 
I smile but I sigh 
And try not to cry 

Love you both so much 
Treasured sons 
One here, one there 
xxxxx 

Thursday 22nd September 

A darkening sky overhead 
Threatens with afternoon rain 
Grey seeps into all colours 
Trees shake with soft hewn pain 

Love you both so much 
Beloved sons 
xxxxx 

Wednesday 21st September 

Worrying 
Halts your adventures 
Anxiety 
Overburdens imagination 
Doubt 
Clouds your thoughts 
Heartbreak 
Changes your path 
Grief 
Gives perspective 

Love you both so much 
Beloved sons 
xxxxx 

Tuesday 20th September 

Sunlight filters through branches  
Dappling the ground below 
Leaves turning ever golden 
As the cooler winds blow 
Soon detaching each leaf 
For they dance to and fro 

Love you both so much 
Precious sons 
xxxxx 

Monday 19th September 

During quiet thought 
And contemplation 
Recollections 
Life's celebration 

Love you both so much 
Treasured sons 
xxxxx 

Sunday 18th September 

Always looking 
For the existence 
Of awe and wonder 
Give no resistance 
Just be tenacious 
With added persistence 

Love you both so much 
Precious sons 
xxxxx 

Saturday 17th September 

My great, great grandmother 
Lived to age ninety four
A Master Mariner's wife
Nearly blown up in the war
A German fighter plane 
Strafed the beach and more
A high explosive bomb 
Landed almost next door
Broken debris and glass 
Covered her bedroom floor
Surviving this onslaught 
A lucky lady, for sure

Love you both so much 
Precious sons 
xxxxx 

The Cornishman Newspaper of September 3rd 1942

"DAYLIGHT RAID IN SOUTH-WEST
COASTAL TOWN BOMBED AND MACHINE GUNNED

Sweeping in at a very low level, their wing-tips nearly touching, two enemy ‘planes were responsible for a considerable amount of damage at a South Western coastal town on Friday afternoon. In addition to dropping bombs, the ‘planes indulged in both machine-gunning and cannon-gunning.

There was only one fatal casualty, whilst eleven people had to be removed to hospital, and there were several other cases which received attention at the first-aid post.

The damage to property was extensive, and scores of people have been rendered homeless. People were taken completely by surprise; so much so, indeed, that the ‘planes circled over the housetops for the first time, before beginning machine-gunning, some people waved to the pilots under the impression that they were British planes.

Crowds of people were gathered on the beach at the time, and it will never be known just why some of them were not killed by the bullets as the enemy planes raked the foreshore.

A bomb fell right in the centre of an open space – where four roads meet, with the result that it either brought down and completely demolished or at least badly damaged houses on every side.

The three houses to suffer the worst were not more than twenty yards from the lip of the crater, and they had come down like match wood.

NONAGENARIAN’S PLUCK

In a nearby house, her bed littered with fragments of broken glass and debris, lay Mrs. J. H. Carbines aged ninety. She showed the true British spirit by resolutely refusing to be removed after the bombing, though she was at last taken out of the stricken house. She suffered nothing worse than shock.

In all the houses nearest to the crater there were scenes of complete destruction, with all the contents of the houses jumbled together in an inextricable mass. The fact that there were not more injuries in this part of the town must be put down to the time which the incident occurred, when many people would be out shopping or on the beach.

The attack was the Nazi’s farewell, for they sped away out to sea, flying together almost on the water-line, and so passing out of sight, their days bad deed accomplished."

The nonagenerian in the report above, was my great, great grandmother. Mrs John Hooper Carbines, (1849 – 1943)