91热爆

This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Claire White of 91热爆 Scotland on behalf of James Ferguson and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

As a near seven-year-old schoolboy in Aberdeen with a day off from Robert Gordon's College (that in itself unique in event terms), I was sent by my mother to get bread from Macpherson's in Foutainhall Road, this not too far from our home in Forest Road. Standing in line, an elderly lady asked me what was so significant about the day, to which I seem to recall replying that it was the end of the war in Europe. I may have noted that there was still fighting with Japan, but thought no more about the conversation and went home - if memory serves, the day was cold and damp. Not long after, the doorbell rang and here was the elderly lady with a posh address in King's Gate with a tin of pineapple for me for being so polite and well informed. My mother's first thought was that I had been on the scrounge, but she was firmly reassured that this was not the case and a glass of sherry was offered (not to me) and accepted. The can was opened that afternoon for high tea to go with a junket-like confection made with some kind of tinned milk, this latter giving it a metallic taste, but my brother and I knew better than to say so. Later in the evening we were allowed up late (an hour at most) to watch our firework display, but the sparklers misliked the damp and barely showed the 'V' formation they had been set out in.

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