I get nostalgic about WWII and the Great Generation. The sacrifices we make in our lives will never amount to the ones made in theirs. It led one side of my family to prosperity and drove the other side to destruction. Here is something my mother shared with me recently I wanted to share.
Her nick-name in the family was “sweetie”. It makes you think that there was something soft and gentle and beguiling about her when she was young. Maybe there was, I’ll never know.
This photo is one of a series of my grandmother taken in Wilmington, North Carolina, during World War II. I know for a fact that some of the photos were carried into combat by my grandfather. They feared the worst and yet they smiled and posed for the camera and sent letters back and forth across the pacific or across the country…
It’s not hard to picture the young women of the WW II era. They wore bright red lipstick. The collars on their dresses were cute. They belted their waists to accentuate their figures. They wore those fuzzy sweaters, and that hair, it was soft and curly and it seems to frame their faces like a feminine incantation of love…
Can you picture photographs with writing across the lower corner, you’ve seen them before? This photo had a message from my grandmother to my grandfather across the lower right hand corner. It said, “Darling,–dreaming of you…”
My grandfather must have loved this photograph. She must have looked even better in his mind’s eye. When he looked at this photo I bet he could see the sun light glinting off all of the red highlights in her hair. He could hear her laugh and smell her perfume. He’d be guessing at what she’d do next… Something sorta crazy and wild, like right after this photograph was taken. Knowing my mother, she was flirting. She might have even tackled the photographer just after this shot. She might have pulled out a flask of peach brandy. She might have said, “Let’s drive out to the beach…” She might have said, “Let’s get out of here and do something fun!”
I doubt she sat there and said out loud, “I wonder if Henry is going to come back home alive…”
She was busy back at home, after all, with their first baby.
And then the news must have broken her heart. What was she going to do with herself? She had a baby who was just about to stand on his own and she had a husband whose legs were blown-up by a Japanese mortar shell.
Life would never be the same for her. She had troubles. She changed, even though they still called her “sweeetie”.
My grandmother could never put enough miles between who she once was and who she became…
No one called her “Sweetie” anymore.
RIP Grandpa and Grandma. Wish I could have known you.
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Awesome post dude!
Fuck man. It’s rare to get a little misty eyed on the net.
This touched me so much. I came across these pictures while searching for a good idea for a tribute tattoo to my grandfather. He also served in WWII. Staff sergeant in the 5th Marine division. They were the 2nd wave to land on the beaches of Iwo. The bits and pieces that he has shared with me about the time spent on that tiny island are heartbreaking, and there is very little that he has opened up about. The man my grandmother was originally engaged to had died in WWII. Heartbroken as she was, she agreed to meet my grandfather after the war was over and it was love at first sight. I hear the story over and over…they met in April, were engaged in June and married in August. Here they are..still going strong after over 60 years.
Your grandfather was a hero and the family he had back home was the pulse in his veins all that time. These pictures are beautiful. Thank you for sharing.