World War Two: Air Raid Shelters

Morrison shelter for protection in WW2 air raids

A Morrison shelter was the reinforced, cage-like WW2 bomb shelters of choice for small families wanting to shelter inside their own homes. This page considers their appearance, installation, use as beds and tables and the ensuing claustrophobia and excessive heat.

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At the start of the WW2 war the Home Secretary, Herbert Morrison was responsible for air raid precautions. One of his team brought forward a design for a bomb shelter for use inside buildings, which became known as the Morrison bomb shelter. As the following pictures show, it looked somewhat like a table. Only the single size seem to have survived in museums, but there were double sized ones.

About half a million Morrison shelters were produced. They arrived as kits with erection instructions for the householder.

The alternative shelter with space for six or more people was known as the Anderson shelter and was the most widely used for larger families, but they had to have gardens large enough to house it. For other shelters capable of protecting larger numbers of people see the above menu. See also blitz recollections and my own family's story of their house destroyed in the blitz.

Advantages and disadvantages of Morrison bomb shelters

Morrison shelters had the appealing advantage that they were for indoors in the warm and dry, and they were the quickest to get to when the air raid warning sounded. However, they took up a lot of space in a room and made the room look untidy, even though they usually doubled as tables in daytime. Air raids mainly took place at night under the cover of darkness.

Morrison bomb shelter - all I ever saw of it as a young child in the blitz of World War Two. I was not tall enough to see over it.*

The view that an adult saw, looking down on the shelter. The top was used as a table.

So people with large families tended to choose an outside Anderson shelter for air raid protection, rather than having to have more than one Morrison shelter indoors.

Morrison shelters were relatively quick to get to when there was an air raid, and they were also warmer than Anderson shelters because they were indoors. Many a time I slept in one.

The location of a Morrison shelter

My parents had a double Morrison shelter in our sitting room, i.e. the front downstairs room of our house. Only much later did I learn that it was called a Morrison shelter, as my mother just called it 'the shelter'.

Appearance of a Morrison shelter

As I was born in 1939, I was too small to see over the top of our Morrison shelter, and to me it was like a four poster bed with no legs, resting on the floor in a cage. I didn't notice anything else about its construction at the time, but it is well-described below in the section on installation.

The tops of the shelters were used as tables, but by the time I was big enough to see over the top of one, the war was over and our downstairs front room had returned to normal.

Inside a Morrison shelter

Our shelter had to sleep me, my mother and my grandmother. My father of course was in the forces, so wasn't there. It was a tight fit, even though it was officially a double version.

The shelter contained a large mattress of sorts, sheets, blankets and pillows - all used for sleeping during the night-time air-raids.

During the latter years of the war, I was still up in the early evenings, and with my young ears, I often heard the wail of a distant siren before my mother did. I always told her because it was fun to go into the shelter. It must have been awful for her, though, tired out at the end of a long day, having to organise her mother and me, and of course losing sleep in the process.

Installation of a Morrison shelter

The dash to the shelter when the siren announced an air raid

Whenever the air raid siren sounded, announcing the coming of an air raid, my mother would pick me up from my bed and deposit me in the Morrison shelter.

Then she would try to get her own mother who was living with us. That took time and effort. My mother would be screaming at her to come on and she would announce ponderously, "All right, all right, I'm coming". She was old, widowed and fed up with life, and I realise now that she probably didn't care very much whether a bomb hit us or not.

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*Photographed by the webmaster in Lincolnsfields Children's Centre, Bushey

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