I was 12 years old when WWII ended. I was in the house listening to the radio with my sister and mother. When the announcement came, I ran out to the garden where my dad was working and told him. Our family and the neighbors gathered in the street to cheer and hug one another. Everyone was elated. My dad had been working 12 hours a day, 365 days a year in a plant that manufactured cable and rope for our naval ships. He realized that soon he could go back to a normal work schedule. We also realized that my two cousins that were serving would soon be able to come home.
Rose Marie Keller
Grand Terrace, CA