FOWC with Fandango: Reconcile

The end of the war 1945, it was VE Day and there were celebrations for peace all over the world. This celebration was in our little street in the East End of London where everyone knew everyone else. It was time to dress up again.

Just a photo, but a photo with many memories. My mum second from left, soon to be married. The other three ladies, sisters and our neighbours. I grew up in the same house where mum lived and our neighbours were still there. I knew all of these ladies, saw them get older together. I knew their mother. They even had chickens in their back garden in their house row. In our street everyone knew everyone else. If the people got married in the meanwhile, my mum would still refer to them by their maiden names. She was not interested in their married names, it was not important. She did not even know their married names. My mum was also referred to by her maiden name.

And so was life in the East End of London, working class, simple but honest. After the war the men returned and there were marriages and children born, but they still had the maiden names of their mothers according to my mum. Time stayed still in our little world. It is amazing how a war can change life for all.

Time goes on and I remember the last time I saw the sisters in the photo: it was at mum’s funeral. They are also no longer, so perhaps they are now celebrating in another place, another time, who knows.

FOWC with Fandango: Reconcile

5 thoughts on “FOWC with Fandango: Reconcile

  1. Such a memory. So priceless. Just as in Ghana here, in some neighborhoods, neighbors know everything about one another. It makes it easy to help. I remember usually playing his and and seek during the moonlit evenings, we were from different homes within the same neighborhood. We had lot of games to play those days. I guess the media stuffs is robbing us off such priceless moments. Never seen any of them gradually grown due regular relocations.

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    • The war had changed a lot in that part of London. People helped each other and all had something in common. As I grew up the old houses were cleared away to make room for the high rise blocks and the old neighborhoods were gone,

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