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- Beryl Eginton
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- 09 November 2004
My mother, now aged 77 recently wrote the following story under the title "My Fondest Memory".
VE Day, 8th May 1945...and my 18th Birthday!
I woke to just a few greetings cards - no hope of chocolates or nylon stockings, for everything was in short supply.
Determined to make the day really special, I set off for the centre of Birmingham on the No. 7 'bus from College Road, Perry Common. I knew that Victoria Square would be the centre of all the celebrations and I was not disappointed.
The Square was packed with people - young and old, civilians and members of the armed forces on leave.
There was singing and dancing. People were laughing and crying, hugging one another and kissing. The atmosphere was electric.
After spending several hours there I decided to walk the six miles back home. On the way I joined in every street party I came to - Summer Lane, Alma Street, Witton Road, Brookvale Road, The Ridgeway, and then back to College Road.
In every street there was at least one piano that had been dragged out for the occasion. I danced, sang and kissed my way back home!
Eighteenth birthday parties can be very expensive these days, but they cannot compare to that wonderful eighteenth birthday of mine - VE Day 1945!
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