Page 54 Victory celebrations, 1945

VE DayWhen World War 2 ended we were living in Wethersfield, Connecticut. 

It seemed the whole city of Hartford was out celebrating on Main Street, strangers were hugging one another, blowing whistles and singing, and I was in the midst of thousands of people. 

A young man grabbed me and said “let’s go in here and celebrate with a drink,” I went with him in the restaurant but drank ginger ale.  (I don’t know where your father was.)  I think now “how did I dare go with a stranger?”  After our drink, we walked out and he got lost in the crowd.  I never saw him again.

Grandma, page 55-56

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