Mom has all kinds of crystal vases and China and fancy lamps and porcelain doll collections; glassed in hutches with this and that; and if you haven’t noticed, those kinds of things don’t appeal to me at all. Mom is always asking me what things of hers I want “when they’re gone”. I always tell her to give the fancy stuff to my sister and my niece. I’m way more interested in old pots and pans, old cookbooks, family pictures and, of course, that Bernina 930 sewing machine that hasn’t been used nearly as much as mine.
Every now and then when I’m home, mom comes out with real treasures . . something that my sister and niece would probably toss before ever getting home, but something that makes my heart skip a beat. Out of the clear blue, she handed me these and said “do you want these?”
My mom’s mother (my grandmother) had two brothers serving at Pearl Harbor when it was attacked and my grandpa’s brother was somewhere but not Pearl Harbor. These post cards were all postmarked in 1940 – 1943. Some of them mention my mom being in second grade.
Can you see the handwriting? It’s so amazing how things have changed.
One of my grandma’s brothers was a POW and while being moved from Germany to Japan, the ship was sunk and he lost his life. Both brothers were in the Bataan Death March. I am patiently waiting for the Kindle edition of the book, Tears of Darkness: The Story of the Bataan Death March and its Aftermath. Mom doesn’t know much about what happened with my grandpa’s brother but he survived and I remember him.
My dad had four brothers serving in WWII at the same time; one lost his life then and only one, Uncle James, is still living. Speaking of my dad’s siblings, his oldest sister, Aunt Ruby, is almost 91, Uncle James is 82 and Aunt Gail is between James and Dad, with Dad being the youngest, at 76. All three called dad on his birthday.
Any ideas on what I can do with these postcards? I’d love to frame them but I’d like for the front and back to be visible and I don’t want to glue them onto anything. I thought about some kind of little glass box I could sit on my coffee table but would they fade over time in there? I’d hate to stick them in the safety deposit box and never share them but I don’t want to cause them to degrade.
It’s real hard for me to think what our forefathers went through for us to have the freedoms we have today and then see what I perceive as freedoms being given up or taken away. Those young men in my family and in your family gave up their lives to defend freedoms and too many in our day will not even write their congressmen and hold them accountable for their actions.