Ingeloran. My son usually plays the Last Post at several Anzac Day services, and I’m proud that he stood outside his house to play it this year.
I remember our street party on VE Day very vividly. I was almost 7, and I don’t think that I really understood what it was about. The abnormal life during the war was just normal to me. I couldn’t remember my father, and felt very uncomfortable about this stranger who had moved in with us. I think that my mother found it difficult, too, after being in charge for so long.
I haven’t heard of any local celebrations. My choir had planned a concert, now aborted, of course. I will mark the occasion by quietly thinking about those who haven’t returned from the wars, and the hospitals.