Today it is exactly 100 years since my mum and dad were dancing and cavorting in the streets of London. Hundreds had poured from nearby buildings to celebrate the news that World War 1 was finally over.
I remember mum telling me about it and the cheering, dancing. hugging and even kissing that went on between the people of London on that historic day. I think she said celebrations went on long into the night and I can well believe it.
At that time mum and dad were both working at the Sugar Commission which had been established as sugar was essential to the war effort. Mum was secretary to the Chief and dad was chief clerk but he must have had other assignments as he was awarded the MBE by King George V for work he had done during the war. I asked mum about the medal and it seems dad kept very quiet about it and the only thing she could tell me is that she remembered he used to meet trains at various times but for what reason she had no idea. All very strange and I guess it is nice to have a mystery in the family.
My thoughts today are for the soldiers who lost their lives fighting in what was known at the time as the war to end all wars. What a great pity that wasn't the case.
LEST WE FORGET

