I was born in 1937 and I remember most
of the war. My sister and I would be scared every time a black out
was in progress. I remember the wardens in the street. The cars
headlights were painted 1/2 black. Gas was rationed. You had a sticker
on the car for how much gas you were allowed.
We had coupons for meat and food. We had a victory garden in our
yard. We would save cooking fat,tin cans for the war effort. We
had a stamp book in school . I think the stamps cost 10cents each.We
had several Navy men living in our house. One was a ranking Naval
officer on a major ship that was sunk. The headlines were extra
I had several relatives wounded. One was shot twice. Once in the
face and once in the rear. He was a promising ball player and drank
heavy after the war. The other uncle had punctured ear drums from
an explosion. A third Uncle was a medic on Okinawa with the Marines
and wound up in China.
I remember walking by some homes that had a Gold Star flag in their
window and how sad I would get.
I remember sending gift packages for the holidays when we had
some $$. I could go on and on.
It was a scary terrible time. I will never for get it. I was so
happy when the war ended.
One good thing about it was how we all stuck together and helped
each other out. It was a fight to the finish. If we lost. We would
lose everything including our lives.