Photo: Eddie Porter
Item #: 32163
My V.E. Day experience. I was eleven years of age.
It was going dark, and there were hundreds, and hundreds of people out on the streets, the weather was good, and I joined a very large crowd dancing, and holding onto each other, walking and singing from Spring View where I lived towards Platt Bridge. I was linking two young women. As we all went along, people were lighting bon fires in the street, people were carrying pianos out into the street, other folk were playing all sorts of instruments. Pub landlords were placing barrels of ale out into the street. There was still no street lighting. We carried on towards Abram, and beyond we all turned round, and headed back, after a total of about seven or eight miles. Making a full total of fourteen, or sixteen miles altogether. Even though there was rationing, food, and all sorts of drinks were put out on tables, on the pavement, for all, and sundry to have. Celebrations continued for two or three days.