- Contributed byÌý
- Lancshomeguard
- People in story:Ìý
- MRS EILEEN ERRINGTON, MRS SHEILA BROCKLEHURST MRS BRENDA MACKEY (NEE WILSON)
- Location of story:Ìý
- BROWNHILL, BLACKBURN
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A4508598
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 21 July 2005
We had heard on the radio ( no TV in those days) that the war in Europe was over. My family i.e. my parents Mr & Mrs Wilson, me, Eileen aged 17, Sheila 15 and Brenda 13, lived at Brownhill, Blackburn. We walked to the Brownhill roundabout to find that the upright piano had been dragged out of the Brownhill Arms put into the roundabout and everyone was singing and dancing — a scene of joy and elation. The roundabout is no longer there, just a confusion of traffic lights.
A night or two later we walked from Brownhill to Revidge, a high point overlooking Blackburn. During the war, there had been a complete blackout — not a chink of light anywhere; so we girls were amazed to be able to see into people’s houses as they had put their lights on and left the curtains open. When we reached Revidge, we looked down on all the twinkling lights of Blackburn, to us it looked like Fairyland.
I now live in Blackpool and when I come down Knowle Hill at Bispham and see all the twinkling lights of Cleveleys, it still revives that memory.
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