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On V.J night I was taken to see ‘Madame Butterfly’ in Liverpool by a friend. It hardly seemed appropriate, but was booked beforehand. I did not enjoy it very much. There were rejoicing crowds everywhere when we came out of the theatre, but after travelling back by the Underground we were stuck in a lift which was being operated by a young girl, who, unfortunately, had hysterics. It took a long time to get us to the surface — not a nice experience especially as it was very hot.

There was a huge sense of relief at the end of the war, of course, but the dropping of the atomic bomb at Hiroshima had very sinister connotations and some of us felt that it was like opening a Pandora’s Box on the world.

This story was collected by Lis Edwards and was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Mrs Margaret James. The story has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Margeret's stories:

• 1) September 3rd 1939 — A definitive date in history, was a golden autumn day…
• 2) “The invasion has started!â€�
• 3) An incendiary bomb dropped down our bedroom chimney!
• 4) By then, Dad had perfected our air-raid shelter
• 5) It was shattered into a thousand pieces
• 6) Feathers fell like snow
• 7) The Wizard’s Den was one extraordinary exception
• 8) After the frantic years of the Blitz
• 9) Falling asleep in their food
• 10) It was bedlam!
• 12) Unsung Efforts

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