Memories Of WWII

Ron Flowers By Ron Flowers, 5th Feb 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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This is not an essay about WWII. But is my memories of life during the war.

Memories Of WWII

Japan attacked Pearl Harbor on the morning of December 7, 1941. I was not yet six years old. So a lot of my childhood memories of the war. Now, more than seventy years later, we are still fighting wars. There have been very few of those years that we weren't involved in some kind of conflict somewhere in the world. World War two was different, though. We were fighting for our very existence and everyone was involved in some way.

Things were much different then. We didn't have television piping it into our living rooms. Even radio was less plentiful in those days. Yet we were painfully aware of the war and made many sacrifices because of it. This is not an essay about life at home during the war, but rater a collection of my childhood memories of that time.

As children we were always warned of the danger germs. Then we heard about Germans on a daily basis. As a six year old, I was a little confused about which was which; I just knew they were both bad. Many years later I learned that I was not alone in my confusion.

Almost everything was scarce the and was rationed. Families were allotted stamps for various products. When those stamps were gone they couldn't buy anymore of that product until the next stamps were issued. Sugar was a big thing for my family We lived in the country and raised much of own food and canned a lot. This was looked upon favorably by the government. So we got a larger allotment for sugar stamps in the summer.

There were stamps for oil, gas and tires. Rubber was short in supply and unavailable for domestic use. Rubber boots and shoe soles were made of synthetic rubber which didn't hold up very well.

Everyone was expected to make sacrifices. I attended a one room country school. Someone came to our school one day and explained to us the need for scrape iron. They gave us a chart of a hang on the wall. We were asked to collect scrape iron and bring it to school. When they picked it up they would add a part to our jeep. I worried that since our school was so small, we may never complete our jeep.

The war changed how young boys played. Cowboys and Indians took a back seat to soldiers.

A farmer lived across the field from our school. He was a lovable grouch. He was very stern when dealing with us kids. On the other hand he was always doing something for us. He came to the school to tell us that the war was over and invited us to his house to hear the proceedings on the radio. We gathered around his living room and listened to President Truman and others making speeches. When the National Anthem was played we all stood and listened quietly with our right hands over our hearts. It was a big day in our lives and we knew it.

Things didn't return to normal immediately. It took a while for scarce items to become available again. Candy bars simply weren't made during the war. I remember being with my dad at the country store. There in the show case was a carton of Milky Way candy bars. My dad asked for two. The owner pointed to the sign that said one to a customer. My Dad pointed out that he had two customers. I guess I was too young to be a customer, so we split a Milky Way and ate it as we walked toward home.


Childhood, Country Life, Nostalgia, Pariotism, Sacrifice, Scarcity, War

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author avatar Ron Flowers
I am a retired independent business man. I buy and sell antiques as a hobby that pays for itself. I am a lightly published author. I write nostalgia,poetry, fiction and opinion pieces.

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author avatar Jerry Walch
5th Feb 2014 (#)

Interesting post.

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author avatar Ron Flowers
5th Feb 2014 (#)

Jerry, you are right.

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author avatar Jerry Walch
5th Feb 2014 (#)

Not a problem. That's what we're here for, to help one another.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
10th Feb 2014 (#)

This is history- lived- deeply felt...thanks for sharing and helping us to feel it two...

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author avatar Rubinstyn
14th Feb 2014 (#)

Good post, Ron. I did not come along until 1944 and by 1950 (when my memory kicked in) things in America had pretty much settled down after the war and prosperity started in.

It seems like there are very few of us left and that is the reason it is so important to pass on the correct moral values of our earlier society so the younger will have a positive direction to travel. Let us continue to do what we can, Sir.

God bless.

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