Partake WW2 Day – Artefacts

This morning we met Mr Adby who introduced us to our WW2 Day. Firstly, he set out a variety of WW2 artefacts for us to study and explore. We were all interested to find out what each object was used for in the war. It was fantastic to experience real artefacts that would’ve been used during the war.

 

WW2 Artefacts on PhotoPeach

Blitz

Planes, loud horrific and full of bombs soaring through the blacked out sky. The air raid sirens sounded loud and clear through the foggy sky. Bombs dropped from the planes and made the ground a pattern of explosions. Families fled to the bomb shelters just as the bombs crashed into the families homes. The huge bombs made the streets erupt into showers of concrete and dirt. Terrified, a little boy watched as London was turned into a huge bonfire of smoke and smog. Suddenly his mother grabbed his shoulder and said “Peter comes to the bomb shelter and Edward get Lucy and Susan!” The family ran to the bomb shelter but suddenly Peter said “Dad!” And turned around. Edward ran to get him and reached him just as Peter grabbed the first photo of their dad. Edward grabbed Peter just as a bomb exploded outside. The window shattered inwards with the force of the blast they dived to the ground and crawled out of the house. When they got out they started running into the shelter.

 

The Blitz

The lights went out, it was a blackout. All of a sudden the only light you could see was fire and searchlights. A small boy peered out of a illuminated window. His mum suddenly screamed at him in a panic. Boom! Bang! Crash! The bomb hit the defenceless house. The scared family, shaking and shivering ran into the war zone to the shelter. They made it. All that was left  of the house was a pile of steaming wood.

WW2

 

One terrifying blurred out night, there was a ww2 bombing in an innocent and fearful city. The plane pilots flew straight through the black, misty sky.

A family’s minute and endangered house stood there with its capacity of five people. The where called: Edward, Peter, Lucy, Susan and their mum (the mum’s name remains unknown.) They could all hear the atomic bombs dropping down on the novel city.

Edward (peering out of the window) saw the enemy planes. Lucy could hear bombing in the air and screaming on the patented flooring. Mum could smell the horrid, disgusting and outrageous smoke slithering threw the ancient house and on the misty, minefield streets. Peter (the eldest sibling) felt all the glass pieces shatter against his tender skin. Susan could touch the furious fire sucking closer and closer to her poor fingers.

Running for their lives, the family scattered towards the safe Anderson Shelter and fortunately made it there. When they got in their hearts were racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. They all gathered and hugged each other like there was no tomorrow.

By Sam and Jack Ch

The Biltz of World War 2

The lights beamed across the gray smoky sky. Planes flew across the deadly smoky sky. Slowly the fatal bombs started to blow across the sky and people started scream and run to the bomb shelters. The  air sirens wailed as deadly, ferocious  bombs dropped from the sky. a small boy called peter stared at the bombs dropping down on the houses. Peter’s mum came running into the living room to grab him and take him to the bomb shelter. She ran upstairs, exhausted, and collected Lucy then ran out to the bomb shelter. “Wait, dad!” screamed Peter then peter ran inside to the living room to grab the picture of his father.

 

The War Began

One foggy day, planes zoomed through the foggy, stormy weather. Bombs, which were shaped as rockets, dropped from the dirty, mucky planes. A little boy peered through the crooked window in the ancient house. He saw bombs dropping from the Cole black sky. Suddenly his angry, depressed, worried mother came in and grabbed his shoulder; she screamed at him to move and rushed him and his brothers and sisters to the old, rusty air raid shelter.

The young boy ran back in the house and got his photo for the crusty, wooden shelf followed by his older brother. All of a sudden a massive bomb exploded, with a flash of light the window blew to pieces. Quickly as he could he dragged his little brother to the air raid shelter. He was holding a photo of his dad…

All they could think about was the smelly, black, nauseating smoke; they could hear sirens crying out in the middle of the night. The sight of burning, hot, fierce fire was in their minds
they could taste black ashes. They could feel the ground shaking.

By Natalia and Connor

💣 The Bombing 💣

The sky was very dim but very quiet… Out of nowhere you could hear loud bangs from planes shooting bullets and getting ready to drop a bomb. There were sirens going off, lights shooting into the sky and fires in yards… It was petrifying.

Caden stared through the window. Wide eyed, he felt tearful. Suddenly mum gripped his shoulder blade and pulled him away from the dusty window. “What do you think you’re doing Caden?!” Yelled mum. Before he could answer she pushed him through the doors and pulled Xavier into her arms and rushed them both out then cried for Lexi and Nellie to come down stairs. Mum held their arms tightly making marks on their skin from her nails.

They ran out of the small, wooden cottage with Lexi screaming tearfully. As they ran crying into the basement, Caden turned back shouting “Wait – Dad!” and ran into the house as Xavier tried to catch him. Caden grabbed onto the picture of dad then Xavier pulled him back with all his force, Caden suddenly dropped the picture and it shattered into small shards. Quickly, Caden then took the remains of the picture heading for the door then a bomb hit the side of the house. Bricks flew across the room crashing down on the floor making the house dusty. They managed to get back to the basement.

Then Caden collapsed onto the floor. “You’re so selfish, how could you run back like that!?” Shouted Xavier roaring with rage. “Xavier! Don’t yell at your brother like that!” Cried mum, pulling him backwards with a frown on her face. Xavier just sat down crossing his arms grumpily…

By Neeve Brown and Pati

Welcome to Bluejay Class

Welcome to the Bluejay Class blog. This is a space for us to share our learning and in particular our writing with the world. This term we will be starting the year with the topic of World War Two, where we will explore what life was like as part of the war effort in Britain and across Europe. In English we will explore War Poems, Persuasive Propaganda Posters and our Class Novel of Letters from the Lighthouse. In art we will have the chance to make traditional Peg Dolls and Make Do and Mend Crafts and in DT we will make war aircrafts and rationing recipes. We will be starting our topic off with a visit from a Theatre Company called Partake and we will visit Eden Camp after half Term. I think we have a busy year a head of us…