Who am I to have an About Page? Part 2: Me and the War

In the first installment of this feature, Who Am I to have an About Page? http://mumbletymuse.com/so-who-am-I-to-have-an-About-Page-?/   I started out as a newcomer to the world on a Friday the 13th, and by the end of Part One I had been to California and back, eaten part of a persimmon and part of a gourd, and had finished Kindergarten.  Which pretty much sets the stage for the second part of my life story.

Part Two:        ME AND THE WAR

That would be the Second World War, WWII, The Big One– the catalyst for the rise to world dominance of the United States.  I was eleven when the war ended in 1945, and I must say that I was one patriotic little girl.  I was so proud of the accomplishments of my country, in which we had emerged mostly safe and sound (those of us who had not been killed during the war years, of course) and had the distinction of being THE leader of the Free World.

But let me skip the rhetoric and get on with MY part of the War, which began in 1941…along with the arrival of my baby sister when I was eight and a half years old; my brother was six.  It was just us three until near the end of the war in 1945, when another sister joined our merry band.

One thing I recall about grade school is that there was a Congresswoman who regularly was permitted to leave fliers advertising her prowess in the U.S. Congress on our school desks.  She would come in and talk to us about how important it was for our parents to vote for her. Despite having been told, on my very first day of first grade,  by the teacher to “go home and never come back again,” as I explained to my parents when they picked me up walking home from school about an hour after classes began,  I did indeed continue with my education.  I remember well the adventures of Dick and Jane, Baby, and Spot, the stars of our first level readers.

The main thing going on everywhere was THE WAR.   We went to the movie theaters, and were treated to black and white newsreels showing bombs dropping from airplanes, Hitler’s marching troops in huge showy choreographed formations, and in-coming shipments of USA- flag-covered coffins.  We recited the Pledge of Allegiance every morning, and read The Weekly Reader, a newspaper produced especially for school children at various levels. My grandfather taught me about television.  He had a floor-model radio, which had a large window area for tuning various stations on the radio, and he said that some day, after the war, we would be able to look at windows like that and see actual movies and real people talking and singing and the like.   I was properly impressed…this was undoubtedly the source of my great love of electronic stuff.

Then the newspapers, The Cleveland Press, The News, and The Cleveland Plain Dealer told us every day how many soldiers had been killed in battle, and kept us well informed about the terrible evil enemies of the United States on all areas of the world.   Toward the end of the war there was news about Hitler’s atrocities, and the Japanese cities evaporated by TWO atomic bombs.  The pictures were everywhere in magazines and newspapers. The newsreels at the movies were relentless in presenting the horrors of war, and these were incomprehensible to American kids, who had thankfully never had bombs dropped on them.

Movies themselves, presented on monster screens in huge movie theaters that always reminded me of palaces (not that I had ever been in a palace) also presented the great block-buster films of the 40s…complete with horror stories about the war. So this brings Me to the end of the Great War, and the beginning of the phenomenon known as THE COLD WAR.

The newspapers treated us to daily headlines screaming of annihilation and pending doom.  A particularly horrible series presented by the newspapers contained in part a huge bulls-eye, with segments indicating the extent of the death shadow that marked Cleveland…with its four NIKE missile sites forming at once a horrible defense capability of retaliation.  The center of the bulls-eye, of course, meant instant end to everything…out in the suburbs the threat lessened sequentially until by a distance of thirty miles out some percentage of life might survive.

BUT that survival would depend on bomb shelters, which might delay death by radiation by a couple of weeks. As children we were conversationally proficient about hydrogen bombs, pros and cons of including guns amongdbomb shelter supplies, and just how bad radiation poisoning was. So that was pretty much what one little girl knew about THE WAR… The next era of MY ABOUT PAGE    will be coming up soon:  THE 1950s

please stay tuned…







13 responses to “Who am I to have an About Page? Part 2: Me and the War”

  1. Good Woman Avatar

    I am eager to read the next installment, the 1950’s. I was born early in that decade. Whatever happened that the teacher told you to go home and not come back? I remember the Weekly Reader. That must have been used in schools for many, many years. I am enjoying your story.

    1. Gradmama2011 Avatar

      Actually the teacher was as surprised as my parents were…I had an active imagination even at six years-old. Yes I think the weekly reader got caught in school’s financial crunch. I don’t recall my kids having it in the 70s and 80s. Thank add for following my blog.

    2. Gradmama2011 Avatar

      Thanks for your encouraging comment, Good Woman.

  2. lincahceria5 Avatar

    It’s just amazing to read this story. I felt like reading a chapter of historical novel. My late grandma also told me about the war back then. However, reading such story written in a blog creates different feeling.

    1. Gradmama2011 Avatar

      Your comments are most appreciated, to compare my story to a chapter in a novel…wow, that is high praise. As for discussing such sensitive subjects as war, blogging provides a sort of soft-landing venue where the writing is less formal…not less serious of course, but its a peek into stark situations without going into really dark places. Hope that makes sense…

  3. Kathie Chicoine Avatar

    I enjoyed your “About me” posts very much…have you finished installment 3 The Fifties yet?

    1. Gradmama2011 Avatar

      I need to get on that 50s phase of my life. 🙂

  4. Casey Avatar

    Yep, I was looking for the 50’s, too. 🙂
    Anytime you want to tell “back then” stories, I’ll be sitting at your knee…I really miss listening to my grandma.
    You sort of remind me of her (in a very good way)–she was a Lt. Commander in the Navy and had the best stories. You’re much younger, though; she was born in 1917. She was the woman I most looked up to (still do) and I was devastated when we lost her in 2007.

    1. Gradmama2011 Avatar

      Thanks for the kind words. Your grandma sounds cool, I think being a navy officer at that time, WWII, must have been fascinating. I’m honored that I remind you of her. THE single most best man I ever knew was my grandfather, and I have told men that I have just met that they “remind me of my grandfather,” LOL I got some strange looks, but I always quickly add that I mean it as high praise.

  5. The Wandering Feline Avatar

    Hello… I’ve nominated you for a Liebster Award…. https://thewanderingfeline.wordpress.com/2015/03/12/liebster-award/ Hope you want to take part, but if you don’t then please just take this as recognition that I’ve been enjoying your blog 🙂

    1. Gradmama2011 Avatar

      I am quite flattered. However, I don’t accept awards at this time, due to time restraints for one thing. I do appreciate the nomination, thank you! Yours is one of my favorite blogs, so it means a lot to me. 🙂

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