Here is an extract from Paul Mould's "Wartime Schooldays in Boston". You can
contact Paul via his website - www.film-buff.com.

At 2:30am on a morning in June, 1941 Jim Walker, who now lives in Wickford,
Essex, was in Tower Street, calling up a driver for early duty, when he saw
a German bomber flying very low. He actually heard the whistling noise of a
bomb coming down, than an almighty explosion and he just had time to put on
his tin helmet, when a brick hit him on the head and knocked him down. He
picked himself up and tried to go up James Street but the smoke and soot
prevented him.

The bomb had fallen on a row of houses at the top of James Street and killed
several people. There was extensive damage to the Royal George and to
Loveley's bakehouse. Ken, Ray, Peter and their parents slept in the front
but the two daughters, Kathleen and Audrey slept in a bedroom over the
bakehouse and they were both killed.

In one of the houses Mrs Harris lived with her three children and they were
all looking forward to their father coming home on leave. They had just
flitted from Edwin Street and he was coming to see their new home but they
were all killed and their home obliterated.

Rescue Party No 2 was soon on the scene and they helped the survivors to
safety, then recovered the bodies, before making the area safe.  The bodies
were taken down James Street to the Great Northern public house and placed
in the backyard.  Margaret Maddrell, who had moved from Ransom Place to 21,
Station Street, next door to the Great Northern, remembers looking out of
her bedroom window and seeing the bodies laid there, until they could be
taken away for identification.

The bomb was probably intended for the Railway Station but the aim proved faulty.

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Paul Mould also refers to the incident in his book "Down Memory Lane..."

The worst raid, as far as casualties were concerned, was the night a bomb fell at the 
top of James Street, which at the time had a narrow opening similar to Trinity Street.  
Eddy Loveley's shop stood on the corner and his two teenage daughters slept in a 
bedroom at the back over the bakehouse.  The rest of the family survived but they were 
both killed.

A row of houses behind the shop was obliterated and the Royal George public
house was badly damaged. In one of the houses a young mother and her three
children were wiped out and their father was due home on leave. The irony
was that Mrs Harris and her family had just flitted from Edwin Street and he
was coming home to see the new house.

...

In 1992 the following letter was sent to the Lincolnshire Standard from Don
Knight. "...I had been in the RAF for one whole week... There being no RAF
camp in Boston, we were billeted on families around the town."...

"So we met Mrs. Blackamore... who took us in, warmed us, fed us and looked
after us marvellously for the next couple of months...

"Mrs Blackamore's little house leaned, along with its close neighbours, due
to a bomb, which had demolished some nearby houses. As a result, our bedroom
floor sloped from the door to the far corner, making night-time navigation
very like being drunk. The beds had been levelled with blocks of wood and
the door had been reshaped to fit the no-longer square frame...

Mrs Blackamore was my grandmother [says Paul Mould]... The damage to my
grandmother's house was caused on the night in June, 1941, when the bomb
fell at the top of James Street.

--
Simon Meeds