Living on Wilton St. (Lozells) at the time with my parents and three brothers, I clearly remember a Street Party to celebrate the occasion. I was 5 at the time and proudly joined in the festivities bedecked in an outfit made of small Union Jacks my mother had scrounged from somewhere. It was all fun to me, obviously not fully comprehending the full significance of the celebration. Maybe if I had looked hard at all the adults there I would have seen expressions of happiness, and more importantly, complete relief.