One Falmouth resident who remembers VE Day vividly is Jean Lee.

Despite only being five at the time she distinctly remembers the moment she heard the war had ended and everyone went out into the streets to celebrate.

"You don't forget that," said Jean, who was living in London's East End at the time and whose own house was bombed three times during the course of the Blitz.

"When we were told it was VE Day it wasn't in the morning, it was late in the afternoon. We were told it was the end of the war.

"You can't explain the feeling. It was like the sky had opened and it was all wonderful."

Her family lived immediately next to the rubble of a house that had been heavily bombed.

Together with neighbours they gathered wood from the bomb site and built a fire, around which they danced and sang into the evening.

Her grandfather got his harmonium - which she described as looking like a suitcase with a piano inside - to play music and despite not having "a ha'penny for a spit" everyone brought out what beer they had and shared it with others.

"It was lovely," she said. "We all danced and sang for hours and hours."

Jean moved to Falmouth 16 years ago to be near her daughter Evelyn Savage, who has lived in the town for 30 years.

Barbara Johnson, who lives in Falmouth, sent us her memories of World War Two and VE Day, during which time she was living in Plymouth.

She said: "I was nine years old when the war broke out.

"There was not much at first, but my dad was one of the first to go into the army, a 'desert rat'.

"We lived in West Hoe, Plymouth, and I can remember the men coming in from Dunkirk, lining the slopes at Millbay Park, also lying on the pavement, that sight has never left me.

"Then the bombing at night – it looked as if the whole of Plymouth was on fire, and of course it was.

"Then came D-Day and a repeat of the men from Dunkirk, but Americans everywhere waiting to go, loads of them, one night they were there and the next morning they had gone. Vanished.

"I have so many memories and can remember them all.

"Then came peace, Radford Road had a long table, with sandwiches – I don't think there was much else – dancing, music, Hokey Cokey, the Lambeth Walk, what a day. In the evening I think everyone made for Plymouth Hoe, bands and Lady Astor, a bonfire – and all the deck chairs went on that.

"I am 88 years old now and still remember what happened.

"Dad came home and went back on the railway, I started work that September at 14 years old."