Today is the 75th anniversary of VE Day, and there will be many recollections published I’m sure. I wasn’t born then, so I can only defer to my parents’ recollections, which were few – their generation did a good job of shielding us from the horrors they experienced. However, the odd ‘time capsule’ still emerges.
A few months ago while sorting through some old papers left behind by my father-in-law, we found an envelope with some letters in that were not his. The note on the outside read: letters found down the backs of chairs. He was an upholsterer, and obviously used to find all manner of stuff that way which he gave back to the owners. But these must have come from jobs for antique dealers who had no use for them. One was a small envelope stamped Bath, May 1945. Inside was a four page letter sent to Harold and signed ‘Madam’. It reads as follows: Continue Reading