Max Dean entered the USN the fall
after his high school graduation. After joining the Navy, Max spent a few
months stateside in Philadelphia
playing trombone in the band and was asked to remain instead of going on a
ship. He was from a small town in the thumb of Michigan and wanted to see the world.
In his late seventies he spoke
about the places he’d been during his four years, having received ribbons for
serving in both the Atlantic and Pacific
theatre. I wished I’d taped those
conversations.
My dad didn’t talk about the war. It
wasn’t until I was in high school and reading the required book, The Bomb that Fell on Hiroshima, that he
opened up to me. When I told him about the report I was going to write, he
added some information. His Navy LST (landing ship tank) was in route to take
Marines over to Hiroshima
when they hit a reef, which made the LST tip and sink. The guys were close to another
ship, so they threw a rope and a breeches buoy was put into service to rescue
the sailors from the damaged LST. Dad said once they got to Hiroshima, you could see forever because
there was nothing to view - just openness where the bomb hit. The only way you
could tell a place existed above ground was from the vaults that were seen
periodically when walking. He was tested for radiation for two years following
his release from the USN.
When Dad left this earth for
his heavenly residence in 2004, mother gave me an album he’d kept while serving
in WWII. He was a radio man on the ship and learned how to type. He collected
currency from countries where he’d traveled. They were paper, and may have been
for five, ten or fifteen cents, and different colors and sizes. He typed
information about them. One story remained with me, and I’ll share that.
Dad and two other sailors went
into an areas where Japanese people had businesses, and often took something to
barter with. He had sugar to trade for Sake cups that he brought back and are
mine. One day a couple with a four year old girl pleaded with dad to take their
child back to America
on the ship. I don’t know what they were willing to give, but of course, the
men would never do that. The urgency to give their daughter to someone they
didn’t know, to keep her safe, tugged at my dad’s heart, and it was sometime
before he could stop thinking about it, if he ever did.
We know war is horrible, but
WWII had the support of those around the country on the home front. My mother
sold war bonds and was the Victory Queen, wearing a long formal, her attendants
seated on a float beside her. Parades were part of what was done to support the
War; writing letters to those in service, sending baked goods and giving up
certain things during these years was never questioned. I’m grateful for the
book I have, now in safe-keeping, and I’m glad Dad thought of keeping his
memories to share.
Diane started her writing career at an early age when she
asked for a typewriter for Christmas. She pounded the keys writing poetry and
short stories in grade school on an old black Royal manual. It wasn’t until her
husband’s work took them to a southern town she wrote her first column, “Yankee
Viewpoint’s” for a local newspaper, covering hard news and feature stories in
the area. Upon returning to their home-state of Michigan, she did stringer work, ancestral
history, and donor appeal letters for non-profit organizations; while doing her
favorite job ever, as a stay-at-home Mom. She is the author of Beach Walks and Carolina in the Morning. Diane was a columnist for a weekly
magazine, for four years, and her stories have appeared in a number of
magazines and books. She is the author of over three-hundred short stories. Her
book, newly released, On a Summer Night, is
a story of suspense and romance. She and hubby, Stephen, have been married for
forty-one years, and they are the parents of three grown children and three
grand-gals. Diane thanks the Lord daily for her loving husband, three great
kids and for giving her the desires of her heart.
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A lovey story Diane. You're right written memories of times passed are so important to the ones who weren't there. I know it's extra special to you. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGreat looking blog, Liz. Wonderful idea to remember all these great stories. Good luck with it.
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