http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrHkKXFRbCI#t=162
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Teddy said:
"I like the picture were the man is selling Dunhills"
There's a pretty amazing story behind that photograph.
The man seated is Alfred's son, Alfred Henry, amid the rubble of his shop, selling his wares.
Talk about British resolve - keeping calm and carrying on was of utmost importance in the midst of such utter disaster,
the spirit shan't be broken.
This image shows what Jermyn Street looked like on April 17 1941,
and Alfred H. kept calm and carried on...
This page gives a map of exactly where that High Explosive Bomb fell:
http://dev.bombsight.org/bombs/14244/
...the whole site is interesting to go through.
The following passage is taken from the Balfour book
Alfred Dunhill: One Hundred Years And More
"...after a lull of many weeks German air raids on London were resumed on 19 March 1941, with increased intensity.
Early in the evening of Wed. 16 April, the bombs began to fall, by 2:30 AM on the morn of 17 April they were falling at roughly 20-second intervals. It was the heaviest raid on London since the war began.
At about 3 o'clock that morning two land mines, each weighing about a ton and suspended from parachutes of green silk, hit the Alfred Dunhill shop and destroyed most of it. The Jermyn Street shop area was completely destroyed, but part of the old Duke Street premises survived the blast. Most of the stocks and all of the museum were lost, but the shop cat survived.
In some 3 feet of water and half-darkness, staff members rescued what stocks and mail order records they could. William Phipps, the shop manager, toiled manfully in his smock and bowler hat.
Budd the windowdresser arrived just as sparks from a fire raging in the Hammam Baths opposite the Jermyn Street entrance, fell on the shop and started a fire causing further damage. Rescued stocks and records were taken over to the H.L. Savory shop at 178 New Bond Street."
More info here:
http://www.westendatwar.org.uk/page_id__236_path__0p28p.aspx
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We shape our buildings, and afterwards our buildings shape us.
These cruel, wanton, indiscriminate bombings of London are, of course, a part of Hitler’s invasion plans. He hopes, by killing large numbers of civilians, and women and children, that he will terrorise and cow the people of this mighty imperial city ... Little does he know the spirit of the British nation, or the tough fibre of the Londoners.
We have not journeyed all this way across the centuries, across the oceans, across the mountains, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.
Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilisation. Upon it depends our own British life and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us now. Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'
Winston Churchill
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