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I was six years old when the war was won. The black-out and all the problems associated with this were completely "over my head". I knew no other way of life.

I do not remember exactly the date when the lights went on in London, but I do remember the occasion I first witnessed such an event.

My brother and I were told we were to be taken for a walk, and we would be shown something we had not previously seen. We left our house in Parolles Road, and walked along St John's Way up to where it reaches the Archway itself.

Lots of noise from traffic did not diminish the exciting spectacle of looking at the neon sign which was twinkling in a shop window.

It was a handbag shop, and it said "Maxwells" in bright red letters. Not terribly exciting to today's children, but we thought it was wonderful.

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