NORMAN V.
KELLY
Here in the month of August I thought that I would
reminisce a bit out loud about Peoria, Illinois during WW11. I will remind you
of V-J Day, which to us here in Peoria began with a flash to our news rooms at
6:08 P.M. on August 14, 1945. In less
than a moment of hearing the marvelous news that Japan had surrendered the
streets downtown began to fill. All the
people and folks living near downtown were in the streets long before ordinary
folks like me and my friends in El Vista managed to get downtown. Throughout
our history all major events were celebrated in Downtown Peoria, Illinois, I
can tell you that for sure.
The celebration started with some horn honking, a few
handshakes and hugs and then pandemonium broke out. The church bells began to ring and Peorians
found themselves in a traffic jam to end all traffic jams. So…the drivers and
passengers got out of their cars and joined in.
In groups of fifteen hundred strong, folks held hands and circled the
courthouse singing and yelling their fool heads off. Shots were fired into the air, firecrackers
sounded across the city as the exuberance began to swell.
Soon high school bands were in the streets, followed
by musicians that played loud and long.
Patriotic songs were played with the vibrant drums stirring up the
crowd. A few gals and soldiers opened up
the hotel windows and began tearing up pillows allowing the feathers to fall
over the folk’s heads on the streets.
Once they began dumping water the police kindly asked those folks to
cease and desist. I think the party got
a little out of hand as alcohol began to make a difference in the crowd. Cars were shaken so hard that some of them
were damaged, and police virtually helpless in the snarl of traffic, could only
yell at the culprits.
We didn’t have a lot of tall buildings but some of them
were ten and twelve stories high. Up on
the roofs confetti rained down and added to the madness. As always there is an element that thinks
pranks are more fun than good old celebration.
The street cars were trying to hurry back to their barns, but some of
the toonervilles were attacked damaging most of the windows. The rear electric connections were pulled and
some of the motormen ran for their lives.
Mayor Woodruff quickly ordered all the taverns and the
downtown businesses to close and invited everyone to come on down and
celebrate. Folks obeyed and the place
was a scene of chaos and joyful madness.
GO
ON HOME
Now it is 11:30 P.M. and although we were all of
thirteen and fourteen years old we were still downtown. There was no way we could have caught a bus
or even gotten to the two cars we parked down by the river, so we just
stayed. Surely our parents would
understand and probably my entire family was down there anyway. Even then you could see that the crowd had
grown and between you and me it was getting a bit scary. We hung out close to the courthouse steps and
saw what we could see. I did kiss my
first woman that day and believe me there was a lot of kissing going on. The truth is about the only amusement for us
was watching the crowds hurrying by. Now
where were they going? The next block over I guess.
Of course booze was now all over the place and the
older men were obviously drunk. We saw
some guys openly carrying whiskey and beer, some in brown sacks but they were
not fooling anyone. I heard a few bottles
being broken and I was anxious to get the hell out of there and ‘go on home.’
I saw a lot of men in uniform and even some of the
officers forgot their place, but they were all having fun. The war was over…it
was actually over and now was the time to celebrate that very fact. The other
guys in uniform got most of the kisses and as I mentioned we were just a bunch
of teenagers trying to get home. At first we were scared with the sound of guns
going off, especially from the National Guard troops, but some police officer
told us that they were “Just shooting blanks.”
People crawled all over the buildings like the
Alliance life Building and the Lehmann Building trying to get a better view
high up there on the fire escapes. They
were thwarted by the managers and the police but eventually we saw a lot of
them up there, waving and screaming like idiots. Truth is we would have loved
to have gone up there ourselves, but we stayed put.
Finally we made our move toward the river avoiding
Main Street
and on more than one occasion we feared getting run
over by large groups of men in uniform, arm in arm coming down the street. To a kid it was exciting, but once it was
obvious that we were not really part of the adult celebration it got a bit
boring. We had to go east all the way to Woodruff High School and finally up to
Prospect and finally got back to El Vista.
It was going on one in the morning when we finally got home. It had been an exciting, sometime frightening
adventure but we talked about that night for years. The next day the newspaper
accounts put it all in prospective.
Actually according to what Police Chief Victor Klarich
reported there had been only five injury cases reported. He put the entire police department into the
downtown fray, and over all he was satisfied with the very few arrests his men
had to make. They too celebrated, along
with the war weary people of Peoria and the surrounding small towns.
We did see people heading for the churches and rallies
at the Shrine and other buildings downtown to pray and thank God for World
Peace. Tuesday and Wednesday every
church in town, and there were over a hundred of them, held services of
thankfulness.
At the moment of the great news 39 Peoria men were
prisoners of war, and a lot of folks centered on them and the families that
were hoping and praying to see their loved ones again. Downtown business remained closed and believe
me the people that depend on the 72 restaurants that were in the downtown area
were missed. Finally by early Wednesday
good old Patriotic Peoria, Illinois was back in business but I can tell you
there were a lot more smiling faces to look at for the first time since Pearl Harbor.
It was quite some time when we learned that 662 men from this area never made
it back home.
We were downtown Wednesday afternoon going to movies
at the Columbia and the Apollo and the debris from that wild night was still
blowing in the wind, followed by a small army of workers trying to catch up
with it.
V-J Day, what a wonderful time was had. Guys my age, after seeing all our brothers
disappear wondered if the war would last long enough for us to be part of all
that ‘Glory.’ Sadly just five years
later we all got our chance. For me it
was 1951 and I ‘disappeared’ for four years.
We never had a V-K day and except for the 52 Peorians killed in the
Korean War, we too managed to survive.
Will it ever end?
Editor’s Note:
Norm is a true-crime, fiction writer and Peoria
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