Mary Harris

I lived in Haltwhistle and was 13 when VE Day happened. There was bunting up in the town.
 
My father was away with the Royal Navy on patrol boats in the North Sea having been looking for minces since D Day.
 
We all had to wear second hand pass-me-down clothes. My vivid memory of VE Day was when my mother bought a new dress. She must have saved up her coupons. She was slim with dark hair and looked lovely in her pink dress with white spots. She went to a dance in a local church hall.
 
We had no TV of course so saw the dancing in the streets of London on Pathe News in the cinema.
 
The times now remind me a bit of the war when the government was telling us what to do.