My Mom graduated from high School on D-Day 1944.
It was supposed to be in Boston’s Symphony Hall, but due to the excitement of the entire nation over the Invasion of Normandy, NOBODY cleaned up after the Boston Pops Concert!
The Entire Graduation was moved to Boston’s Tremont Temple Baptist Church, and the entire Graduating Class (about evenly divided between Irish Catholic and Jewish Girls)set foot in a Baptist Church for probably the first time in their lives. Meanwhile, the Diplomas had a HUGE typo on them which nobody seemed to notice till weeks later.
Your Post triggered this memory!
Thanks for sharing your Mom’s story, LTOS.
I was pretty young but I remember when the war ended. Fresno was pretty young at that time, but everyone was driving up and down the streets honking their horns. We did not venture into the downtown area. It was exciting enough out in the burbs.