The Greatest Generation-One Woman’s Account

Published July 12, 2016 by nurseracquet

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MaryMary, is now 95 years old , but her memory of one day that changed the course of her life, as well as changed the course of history is still as clear as the day it happened…. A young boy, Gle…

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The Greatest Generation-One Woman’s Account

Published October 30, 2013 by nurseracquet

Edits made a year later after reading Mary her story.

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Mary, is now 95 years old , but her memory of one day that changed the course of her life, as well as changed the course of history is still as clear as the day it happened….

A young boy, Glen, 14 years old, and his friends were out for a day of adventure in the Midwestern woods, when they came upon a pond thinly covered in ice. The air was biting cold on that February day, and the boys were hoping the ice would be thick enough to slide around, and have some fun. When they realized the ice was too thin to walk on they decided on a whim, and to prove their manhood, that they would throw rocks at the ice to break it up so they could go for a swim. Glen, an athletic boy with thick, brown, wavy hair, a broad face with high cheek…

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Time in a Bottle

Published December 8, 2012 by nurseracquet

The thick cut crystal bottles resting in an ornate, but slightly tarnished, silver holder sat in my mother’s house for 30 some years before I unexpectantly got a rare glimpse into a young man’s life, who was long forgotten, years ago. One day when my mother mentioned the cruet set, as she occasionally did, and said that she inherited the set from her mother’s sister, her Aunt Etta, I took a closer look, untwisting a cap on one of the bottles, and looking inside I noticed some papers folded inside the bottle. Not being sure why there were papers stuffed inside the small bottle, I carefully pulled them out, and slowly unfolded them. The papers were very thin and worn. After unfolding, I could see that on the papers, written in beautiful handwriting, were two letters.

6 November 1944
England
Dear Mom and Pop,
Just a line to let you know I am okay. How are you all? Well, I hope. We are plodding along, here, about the same.
I bought you a Xmas present in Bath the other day. One of the little bottles is broken, and I am going to try to match it up. It is a cruet set to keep vinegar, sauces, etc. in. It was made by hand in London in 1746, is of Georgian design, and is solid silver.
How is railroading? Has there been any drastic changes?
The weather is terrible, it rains everyday and is cold. The wind, now, is blowing up a gale, really howling and whistling. Brrr.
What is new around L.A.? How is the election coming? I imagine it will be quite hotly contested. I have heard Dewey is making rather an ass of himself by his speeches. The boys over here seem to favor Roosevelt, and we believe he will be re-elected.
Jeepers, we haven’t received any mail here for a long time. I believe they are giving priority to Xmas packages. I think they should give more thought to the letters. The boys prefer to hear from home.
Well folks, I guess I may as well close this for now. Keep writing and give my regards to everyone.
Love,
Jerry
__________________________________________________________________
28 February 1945
France
Dear Mom and Pop,

Your welcome letters of the 1st and 3rd of January and the 15th of February arrived today. Jeepers, some interval between them, what? I am glad your gifts came through in good shape. Yes, I know the cruet set is a rare even in England. I will have to send home a bunch of souvenirs. I guess some German guns, helmets, gas masks and other junk. But we see so much of that, it looks like a waste of time to gather it up and mail it.
Our weather here is pretty nice, but I still have a nice fire burning in my stove. We have electric lights in our tents, and are pretty well set up.
What shift is pop working now? Hope he is on days, so he stays out of those foggy L.A. nights.
Thanks a lot for the stationary. As you can see I took immediate advantage of it. We are really furiously striving to get set up. Busy practically every minute of the day.
Well folks, I will close for tonight. Regards to all.
Bye,
Jerry

Jerry strapped on his parachute and checked all the devices as the airplane door opened. The boys lined up and silently said a prayer, then systematically jumped out into the cold dark sky above Belgium. The Battle of the Bulge was mainly over, and the Allies had prevailed in one of the most bloody battles on the Eastern Front. The cold air took Jerry’s breath away as he streaked toward the ground. Pulling the cord on the parachute, it engaged and caught the wind, jerking him to a slow steady descent. Looking down, there were flashes of long streaming orange light, but other than that, there was only silence. He touched his shirt pocket to feel the comfort of the letter and pictures of home that his parents had sent……. as he drifted down to the Earth in silence.

As Etta washed the last of the dishes, she looked up through the kitchen window to see a man in a military Air Force uniform step up onto the porch and knock on the door. A shock wave immediately went through her body, and she felt as if a hammer had slammed into her heart. She slowly walked to the door shaking in fear, and opened it hoping the news was not what every mother dreaded. As the Captain said, I’m sorry, Etta sank to the floor sobbing. Later that night, Etta walked over and opened the beautiful silver caps on the cruet set bottles that her son had been so proud to give. She carefully folded the last letters she received from him, and placed them inside the bottles, sadly returning the caps.

The letters remained inside the bottles until they were recently discovered and read, 67 years later. As I read the letters, and touched the cruet set, I felt both sadness and blessed that I was given the chance to read the thoughts of this man who would never return from the war.

If I could save time in a bottle,
The first thing that I’d like to do,
Is to save every day,
Till eternity passes away,
Just to spend them with you.

If I could make days last forever,
If words could make wishes come true,
I’d save everyday like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you.