My aunt, Betty Brown, is the young woman leaning over the table in the dark dress on the right. My Dad is one of the boys on the left - you can just see him squinting at the camera. He was 11 years old when the war ended, so could remember little else. In fact, he has fond memories of the war - despite the heavy Blitz in Bristol. He remembers a time of great freedom and excitement. I think the adults around the table would have had a different view.





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