|Posted on Saturday, April 06, 2013 - 3:50 pm: |
I am looking for information regarding anyone who would remember an Air Force Member of WWII,Based at Wiesbaden AB. West Germany.From August or before 1945. All I can remember is that he was from Oklahoma,had a wife ,3 children.An was good on the guitar. He had been involved with a young redheaded girl,Anna Maria Schuler.I would realy like to have any memories of either one.Should this be something one might know about.
Rita Elaine McGinnis
|Posted on Sunday, November 25, 2012 - 9:14 pm: |
I was recently told my Father had a son by a Hawaiian woman when he was in the war stationed in Hawaii. My aunt did know the name of the mother and baby, but does not remember them now, she is 80. I would very much like to find information on them, My fathers name was Ervan Vinson Blake. He left Hawaii in 1945. If anyone knows anything about this please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
|Posted on Sunday, November 25, 2012 - 4:41 pm: |
Happy New Year, Kelly - sorry to have been off-line so much - impressed that your teatrhs of cutting people out of your loop has prompted my DH to actually comment on your blog (even if he has to lie about my state of (un)dress ;o))!!!Hope all went smoothly with your dad's surgery.Make sure and get on with planning our trip to Beautiful Boston (no pressure!!) and enjoy everything there is to enjoy about 2008! :o)
|Posted on Tuesday, October 26, 2010 - 12:26 pm: |
God bless you all for sharing your thoughts, and I hope your sharing helps you and readers to heal from any emotional suffering. What a breath of fresh air this website is from the hatred I find on most public forums. Peace to you all.
Roberta Branche Zehr
|Posted on Friday, March 05, 2010 - 7:49 pm: |
I've been reading a trilogy on WWII by Jeff Shaara and decided to spend time searching info regarding my dad, Sgt Robert M Branche, 701st Tank Battalion, killed by "friendly fire", 3/2/1945. I also endured the silent treatment. My mom burned his letters to her because "they were personal", but as a teenager I had discovered them and memorized several parts. I would love to know about his experiences or those of his battalion while he was with it.
|Posted on Friday, July 06, 2007 - 12:19 pm: |
My father Sgt.Bernard Yglesias was KIA in the Phillipines just weeks before the end of WWII. Shot down in a B-29. I was 6 months old. My Mother married a wonderful man, when I was 7, who raised us four siblings and two more he had with my mother. We were not allowed to ask many questions about our father as the pain was too great for all the family. After my step dad and mother passed away, we found letters that my father had written my mother almost every day since he joined the Army Air Corps up until the day of his death. I was 45 years old when I read those letters and through them I met my father and learned how much he loved my mother and his children. I joined the American Legion as an Air Force veteran and continue to honor my father and all vets by being a member of the Color Guard, honoring vets at memorial services, funerals and flag ceremonys. I have also created a Killed In Action flag to honor all veterans who have died in the service of this Nation.
|Posted on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - 8:46 am: |
Our newspaper is looking for a website for European children of American soldiers who met and developed relationships with, but never married, European women during World War II. Can anybody help us find such a website?
|Posted on Thursday, April 07, 2005 - 8:02 pm: |
My uncle was KIA in 1944 at age 19. My grandparents' pain was so great that they never spoke of him. I was born 13 years after he died but I always "missed" him. My father would say only "he would have made a wonderful uncle" & then drop the subject. Years later I wrote to the Army to get his records. Most perished in a fire in 1973 and I received next to nothing. In 1994 I went to France to visit his grave. I felt Uncle Norman's presence in a rainbow which appeared by his grave. I felt he had led me there to see the beautiful place where he rests. There are castles & a wine route in the area, & the forest smells delicious. I never would have found this piece of heaven if it weren't for Uncle Norman. This past year I cleaned out my parents' home and found all the letters, telegrams & everything I had been searching for during the past 10 or so years. I'm going to see that he is remembered & honored for who he was & how much he gave up to keep his family and his country free.
|Posted on Thursday, December 09, 2004 - 4:40 pm: |
I was born June 29th,1944 and my father was shot down July 11,1944. I always thought my mother's pain too much to mention. She remarried when I was 3 and I and I thought my dad has returned. I loved him as a father and he adopted me at 10. I believe I was closer to him than my 3 sisters born to him. They divorced when I was 14 and I always resented my "REAL" father because I felt my mother loved him more as her second marriage was failing. I am now 60, and it only since my step father passed away that I seem to want to find more info. about my birth father.As I have recently acquired some items from my real father, only now have I been brought to tears as I touch his medals and photos. I will be anxious to meet both dads when I die as I know my step father will introduce me to my real dad and tell me all about him. Seems strange that someone we never knew has such a deep hold on our heart.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 31, 2004 - 6:59 pm: |
I have been given a gift in the last year as people share their stories about "the wall of silence". I am 61 years old and my father was killed in Holland before his 22nd birthday. I don't remember a time that my mother's family or my father's family every mentioned him by name. As I grew up I thought that I had been born into the most dysfunctional family of all time. Now I know that it was an activity that took place in more families than just mine. What a comfort, although sad that these yougsters had to die and become heroes to their country but lost to their children.
BONNIE J. CLARK
|Posted on Wednesday, July 07, 2004 - 12:27 pm: |
JUST READING THESE FEW MESSAGES, HAVE HELPED ME REALIZE THAT I'M NOT ALONE. OUR "WALL OF SILENCE" HAD A DOOR IN IT. MY MOTHER COULD OPEN IT TO REMINICE, BUT I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO OPEN THAT DOOR.
WHEN,IN MY FIFTIES, I STARTED TO MAKE INQUIRIES FROM THE GOVERNMENT (USELESS), I PUSHED MY MOM TO ANSWER QUESTIONS AND GIVE ME INFORMATION. IT MADE HER ANGRY. WHEN I ASKED HER WHY SHE WAS MAD AT ME, SHE TOLD ME THAT I HAD OPENED UP ALL THE WOUNDS SHE HAD CARRIED AND MADE IT ALL FRESH FOR HER, JUST AS THOUGH IT HAD JUST HAPPENED.
I FELT GUILTY FOR HER PAIN, BUT EVEN MY MOTHER DIDN'T UNDERSTAND MY NEED TO KNOW DETAILS.
THE FIRST TIME I HELD HIS LETTERS IN MY HANDS, AND TOUCHED HIS HANDWRITING AND THE PAPER HE HAD TOUCHED, HE BECAME REALLY REAL TO ME AND MY HEART BROKE. THE THINGS I HAD PUSHED DOWN AND TRIED NOT TO THINK ABOUT, COULD NEVER BE LOCKED AWAY AGAIN.
BONNIE JEAN MOLENHOUSE BARR CLARK
George H. Zatko
|Posted on Sunday, December 07, 2003 - 2:21 pm: |
My father was KIA 59 years ago. I was so lucky. My mother remarried when I was 6 and my sister was 3 years old. Dad (as we called our step-father) treated and loved both my sister and me as if we were his Biological children. He was the most wonderful, loving step-father anyone has ever had. I thank the Lord that he and mom had such a good marriage...and I have a half-brother which is my Pal. God bless all of our war deceased, and also all the veterans who have so loyally served our country and us.
|Posted on Saturday, November 16, 2002 - 4:07 pm: |
My mom married my fathers brother. He adopted me as he wanted to raise me as his own. I look at it like I have two fathers with the same last name as me. I was lucky to know all of my relatives even though they did not speak of my father unless I pressed the issue. But not Dad..about a year before he died he would make quick remarks about his brother, my dad. I knew he was trying to help me without mom knowing he told me anything. Most of the time it was one quick sentence and then he would return to what he was doing. I just know in my hert he knew of the pain inside me. I wrote him a letter one time and told him he had given me the greatest gift a father could give...he gave of himself and was there for me in every way. Now I miss two fathers, and only know one of them. But I have fond memories of all the hours dad and I watched WWII movies together. He even taped some of them for me when Mom wasn't home. Whoops!
Jaclyn Van de Lester Edwards Rackley
|Posted on Wednesday, April 17, 2002 - 3:16 pm: |
It has been 60 years since my father was killed in WWII in the Philipines. I was born three weeks later. My mother remarried when I was six to a man who was very jealous of her past marriage. He never allowed my sister and I to speak of my father. My mother would tell us about him when my adoptive father was away on business. I am so thankful that she took advantage of these opportunities. I feel like I know part of him. She now speaks freely of him but has forgotten a lot. I always missed having a Dad crazy about me.
Mary Morgan Martin
|Posted on Monday, December 31, 2001 - 7:14 pm: |
Even though it has been fifty-six years since my dad was killed in action, silence is still perceived as a zone of safety by my family. Knowing how painful the discussion of my dad was to other members of the family, I grudgingly accepted and practiced "the silence". Turning to the archives for answers, I found my memories of past conversations were inaccurate. I'm very proud of my parents and their service, and I'm very appreciative of the things that were saved for me. I just wish we could have talked more about my dad.