The year is 1945 VE day May the 8th and the street is lined with tables everyone is outside to celebrate the end of the war in Europe. There is bunting strung across the road and a party atmosphere everywhere.
I'm not sure what is going on but it looks good and all my friends in the street are out and running around, we play and enjoy the excitement.
A loud speaker has been set up and races are announced. What fun. A section of the road is cleared of people so we can run the races.
The tables are spread with jam and paste sandwiches , jellies and blancmanges. We children are invited to sit down and eat. Over the loud speaker a voice calls out we have Ice cream for the children. I've never tasted that and don't want to I tell mummy I don't like it and my baby brother who is not old enough to be part of the celebrations gets my share he loves it, I miss out. 'We have an orange for each child' came the voice over the speakers. "I don't like them" I cry to mummy so guess who gets the orange I should have. Yes my baby brother. I really wasn't an adventurous child when it came to food.
I don't have a photo of our street for the celebrations but I do have one of my husband's
John is the little match boy in the front row and his sister is the little lass on the very end (left of picture)
As I had this photo to hand and the challenge this week on UKS was to do a layout from history what better opportunity could there be. So without further ado here is my digital page
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21 comments:
Very special story about a very special day.
Mary, as a person born in the 1970's, it is hard to understand so many of the war and post war feelings - to imagine going without oranges is something I am fortunate not to have experienced, let alone so many other horrors and limitations.
I love the LO you've made to commemorate this.
Marvellous story and a fabulous picture. Thank you for sharing.
This is a great story and a wonderful LO too.
Fab story Mary - well worth making a no-photo page with ... perhaps with the title "Oranges are not the only fruit" :P
i love hearing stories about historical events as i am interested in family history and our place in events. i remember well my grandpa telling tales of his time in france during the war and have pictures of my great grandfather during WW1. my mum also has some memeories of growing up in WW2.
jo xxx
What a lovely story and the photo is great. Love the layout you have done with it :)
what a great story, love the layout too
Mary, this is fantastic - I love a story that can take me right back in time and this one paints such a vivid picture. And thank you - you have reminded me of my Dad's Grandma, who had never seen ice cream before and put it in the oven so it wasn't too cold for his digestion!
I'm so glad you joined in Storytelling Sunday.
I really love stories about how families lived during the war time, yours is wonderful Mary.
Thank you for a wonderful read!
great historic LO and story how brilliant to have a photo to help keep the memories alive!
Love these little glimpses back in time..lovely LO too!
Alison xx
I love your stories, Mary! This is so evocative :)
Love your story Mary and as always I love your layout. I am always so impressed by how many elements you make yourself.
Wonderful story and I like the simplicty of your page - the bunting and red circular frame pull you in beautifully.
Had to click on your title - we're just finishing a study of WWII.
Been fascinating talking to the people who lived through it. One of whom said her claim to fame at school was that she could remember orange and bananas from BEFORE the war. :)
What a great memory & a wonderful layout to document it and the history of the day. Thanks for sharing!
What a wonderful story, I so wish I knew what it was like here during those times. Very appropriate story for today. Thanks for sharing it.
Superb page - and I enjoyed your tale immensely.
I love the way you set the stage for your story - I felt like I was there.
Thanks for sharing!
Rinda
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