I remember when World War II had ended. Everyone celebrated in their own way.
My mother was at the neighbor’s (who had two sons in the Navy), and heard the news, “The war is over! Japan surrenders!” I was home not knowing what happened when my mom came into the house, said she was hungry, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a block of good ole Velveeta cheese, and tucked it under her arm and said, “I’m going next door. Throw everything into the furnace!” and went back to the neighbors.
At that point I knew Mom was drunk, although she didn’t drink! It just took the smell of liquor or beer and she would be intoxicated.
No one told me, but I knew the war was over and soon my dad would be home again!