I am inching up to the big 80 and all the news I hear today rears it's ugly head that I experienced in W.W.2...
Things I remember as a child... Mother on the rare occasion finding a pair of silk nylon stockings...and she put them away to save for that special occasion... I don't remember many special occasions at that time. EXCEPT when the war ended!!! Boy, did we celebrate!!! I remember Food Stamps, and a special meat market to find a good cut of meat (sometimes).... Sadly I remember our friends and neighbors Star Flag decals in their windows, indicating their Service Man was killed... also remember well Douglas Aircraft where women worked such as Rosie the Riveter did. They were PROUD women and were such an asset to the Americans during the War.... I remember well my father being an Air Raid Warden and would be sure all the neighbors in our neighborhood had ALL of their LIGHTS OUT and blinds closed. This was all very scary to a child my age. I remember squeezing a plastic bag with a small red thing in the middle that would produce what we knew as butter...also remember my father who was a white collar worked raising chickens in our back yard so we always had fresh eggs and chicken dinners...gasoline rationing was another obstacle but we shared rides or errands with another person rather than waste gas. Oh how I wish the world showed the patriatisim Of those day gone by.
I have had the PRIVILEGE of hosting the Wounded Warriors here where I live in S.C. for the past two years and nothing but RESPECT, RESPECT, RESPECT for these Warriors. I so much want for our world to take a new direction and our leaders to EARN that RESPECT as our Warrior's HAVE...
SALEM, SC