SIR - The 75th anniversary of the Charfield train crash reminds me of the horror that it was. I was a little girl of seven at the time, living very near where it happened.
Strange we did not hear the impact. The first we knew about it was my father being wakened to get food for the survivors as he owned the village shop. I was so scared I would not leave the house.
Over the years many stories have been told regarding the two unknown children. Later years, when I worked in my father's shop, strangers would make inquiries about the two children and where they were buried.
For many years local people recalled having seen a veiled lady in black arrive in a chauffeur driven car to pray at the communal grave but, myself, never saw her.
Audrey Gainer (nee Heaven), Taitshill Road, Stinchcombe
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