The World War Two Air Raid warden and the ARP
As soon as it got dark, the Air Raid Precautions (ARP) came into effect, enforced by what were known as the ARP wardens. In my family, we knew them as the ARP men, although in an ARP poster advertising for recruits, all recruits are described as wardens.
During the war, the ARP was phased into an umbrella body called the Civil Defence.
Who ARP wardens were
ARP wardens were either too old or too infirm for the military or they were in reserved occupations. About one in six were women.
The uniform and kit of an ARP warden
The uniform of ARP wardens was black battle dress and trousers (or something as near as possible), a Civil Defence armband and a steel helmet
Each ARP warden carried a police whistle and a torch, a haversack that held a first aid kit, and their own gas mask and wore an ARP lapel badge.
The helmet for most ARP wardens was black with a white W, but the chief ARP warden for an area had a white helmet with a black W painted on it, so distinguishing him from the other ARP wardens.
The work of the ARP wardens
The local nature of an ARP warden's work
An ARP warden was appointed to every urban street. His main task was to check everyone's blackout. It was illegal to show any light after dark, so if he saw a chink of light, he would shout out "Put that light out!". If necessary, he would knock on doors to reinforce the message.
Some houses in our road had some of their back fences removed so that the warden could patrol through the back gardens to see if there was any light showing.
He did more: He would patrol his streets all night to watch for dropped incendiary bombs starting house fires whilst the householders were hiding away in their shelters.
Why people didn't risk the wrath of the ARP warden
Horror of horrors if the ARP man called out, "Put that light out at No.10", because if you lived in number 10, all the neighbours knew that you were endangering their lives too! You certainly made every effort to find the source of the chink of light which was causing the ire of the ARP Warden.
ARP wardens' work dealing with the aftermath of dropped bombs
The ARP also dealt with the aftermath of an air raid, mainly unexploded and time bombs. The wardens would clear a street of people and wait for the army bomb disposal team. All too often, they would have to clear bombed buildings and deal with the dead and survivors.
Everyone had to leave their front and back doors unlocked at night so that if the house was hit by a bomb the rescue people could get in and deal with casualties. It was human nature for some people to take the opportunity to rob their neighbours. So part of wardens' duties were to act as special constables. Houses and shops that had been bombed had a large sign stating "Looters will be shot". I'm not sure if anybody was actually shot, but it was fair warning.
During one air raid I saw ARP men pumping water onto incendiary bombs to put out the fires. My family thought they were very brave. They would stop by our back door and my mum would give them a cup of tea.
ARP men would be on patrol from dusk till dawn the next morning.
The severity of ARP wardens' lack of sleep
My father was an air raid warden. He took his turn with other wardens to patrol the locality at night to check the local houses for showing lights in the blackout and do other home front tasks as appropriate. The work meant that he went without sleep for whole nights at a time and then had to do the hard manual work of his day job as a blacksmith - a reserved occupation. This was in Midsomer Norton near Bath.
One evening he called us outside as he had heard the noise of a very large plane approaching. Even though it was dark, we could clearly see that it was German as it was very low. It carried on to Bath where it bombed the city. Although there was an anti-aircraft unit in there, it all happened so quickly that no preventative measures could be taken. I still have my father's ARP badge which is identical to the one in the photo. It is hallmarked as silver.
An ARP man's dilemma
While my father was on an ARP patrol, he saw a German plane or doodle bug (not sure which) heading for our house. This put him in a huge dilemma: whether to rush home to warn my mother or continue his route. Luckily for him the thing suddenly changed course.
Lifelong advice from my father's ARP work
Something my father taught me that has become second nature to me in later years is to back rather than drive into a parking space. This he said was that you could drive out quickly in an emergency - and I have always done it. In practice he always went to his APR meetings by bicycle, but he did have a car for getting him to and from the factory where he was employed in a reserved occupation as an engineer on war work.