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This is the Conversation Forum for Stories from World War II << War never ends concrete football park >> Subject: The Day That Peace Broke Out Posted May 24, 2003 by Cati Bach   Posting 1 as my Grandfather called the end of the war. He had a butcher's shop and had many hilarious tales to tell about rationing... but on the evening of VE Day he pushed the pianola through from the living quarters at the back of the shop, brought out his beer and anybody who was passing joined in the party. I wasn't born then, but my mother met someone only last year who remembered Frank Spicer's party on VE night. Conversation list Most of the content on h2g2 is created by h2g2's Researchers, who are members of the public. The views expressed are theirs and unless specifically stated are not those of the BBC. The BBC is not responsible for the content of any external sites referenced. In the event that you consider anything on this page to be in breach of the site's House Rules, please click on the relevant button to alert our Moderation Team. Conversation list

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