My mom isn’t in that photo - but she does tell the story of being with a few girlfriends on VJ day (Dad was in the Pacific), and being a bit scared out on the streets of Alameda(?), California. It was too rowdy for their Midwestern roots - so they celebrated in their shared apartment. She’ll be 94 this summer - with a memory better than mine!
‘__________and being a bit scared out on the streets_________’
I was a kid then. My dad had the 4 of us (Mom and brother) get in the car, and drive a short distance into town - Huntington, Long Island.
The people were delirious with joy - some jumped on the running board of Dad’s Hudson (guess it was - we always had Hudsons), and rocked us around. The car felt like it was going to flip over - very frightening. We didn’t stay long. Quite a celebration.
Funny - can’t remember anything about the next day - - -