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Historical, personal, and technical aspects of the Second World War are explored in this six-book series. Each book examines a different facet of the war, from the military machines and battles to the leaders who brought their people through the terrible times. Details of military weaponry, battle plans, and personalities will bring this conflict alive for readers.
"You would be surprised just how much one letter means to a fellow," wrote Bonnie Neal Puckett in 1944. "It cheers him up to hear from home, and it makes him feel more like doing his job." Soon after Neal's death in 2015, his family discovered a treasure trove of handwritten letters he penned during World War II. Neal had written to his parents nearly every day, always beginning with "Dear Folks." This collection of letters offers a glimpse into a bygone era when one would write, wait, and daydream of loved ones. Ownership of a new pen was something special, and a phone call was a moment to be cherished. In many ways, the narrative that emerges from Neal's letters may help each of us to better appreciate our modern comforts and find value in the ability to simply slow down.
Touching letters written by a loving couple; musty letters that detail past lives—my parents’ letters. A housewife and her sailor husband with shared immigrant experiences penned more than 500 letters during World War II, and the letters inform this book. Abridged versions of the letters weave a loving romantic story with actual events occurring on the home front and the battlefront. The letters are further brought to life through the 25 original family photographs and remembrances from the period. The 75th anniversary of the end of World War II will be celebrated in 2020. Most of the participants have passed on. While servicemen’s stories have been broadly told, the tales of the resolute war wives, who had a significant impact on the outcome of the war and the well-being of the country, have not been widely shared. While some women joined the military, and others entered the workforce for the first time, the majority stayed at home to raise children. Dear Hubby of Mine focuses on this latter group of women whose stories have been under-represented and largely uncelebrated in World War II literature. In addition, my parents’ immigrant backgrounds formed in the Hungarian community in Cleveland, Ohio, shed light on the experiences of other minority groups and refugees that came before and after them. While many readers may see the story as a touching romance, and it is, others may appreciate the depiction of the country in the 1940s under wartime conditions and how that influenced America’s culture in the decades to come. Women charted new roles during the war that led to new freedoms in the years ahead and eventually brought about major societal changes.
As an ex-GI, shopping for some meaning in my seventh decade, I was drawn to the three journals I had kept during World War II. In these yellowing pages, still covered and protected with 1944 brown paper grocery bags, I had hoped to find something about my youth that would, perhaps, illuminate and even explain the exciting journey I am, at the moment, slowly completing. Surprisingly, rereading my teen-age entries (written in blue-black Waterman’s ink and with lots of misspelling), this “older edition” was buoyed-up by the sensitivity and insight of his youthful counterpart. When the war in Europe ended, and with our military converted to an Army of Occupation, we “young kids in uniform” had to make rapid psychological adjustments. Our focus changed from serving our country to, possibly, serving our own needs? Sexuality rapidly rose to first place. The German girls were beautiful. Why fight it? I fell in love with a young woman whom my family would consider a Nazi. (Wasn’t every German a Nazi?) What was I going to do when I got back? Bring my girlfriend? Tell my Jewish parents and friends in the Bronx that despite the death camps the Germans could still be pretty nice, intelligent people...even loveable? Young people reading this book will be impressed by how the thoughts of an 18-year old in 1944 are still vitally significant today. Older folks might learn to re-connect with the kid still within them.
Long before becoming a museum curator, author Jan Krulick-Belin curated memories, photographs, and mementos of her father who died when she was just six. Her mother rarely spoke about him again, until a year before her own death, when she gave Jan a box of one hundred love letters he had written her during World War II. Love, Bill chronicles the true story of Krulick-Belin's life-changing pilgrimage of the heart to find the father she thought she'd lost forever. The letters lead her on an extraordinary journey following her father's actual footsteps during the war years, leading to unexpected discoveries from Morocco to Paris to upstate New York. She learns about her parents' great love story, about the war in North Africa, and about the fate of the Jews in Morocco, Germany, and France. Love, Bill offers a testament to the enduring power of determination, love, family, and the unbreakable bond between fathers and daughters.
I was born and raised in Germany. After my father’s death, my mother spent many winters with my husband and I here in Florida. During these visits, she and I transcribed my father’s World War II diaries into German from the old “Gabelsberger” shorthand, which only Mama was able to read. Subsequently, I translated them into English. These diaries fortunately were discovered by my sister Sigrid in the attic upon the sale of the old family home after my father’s passing in 1989. She felt Mama and I should translate these books for the family. At a later point many friends and acquaintances encouraged me, to publish this diary, to document his thoughts, experiences, and innermost feelings from the beginning of his conscripted military service in 1939 through 1946, when he returned home after being released from a French POW labor camp. During the latter part of 1946 and into 1947, an epilog describes his daily struggles to return to normalcy, the resumption of his teaching career, and the search for food to feed his family. He describes his touching love for his family, as well as his anger and hatred for the insane war and its inept leaders. A war, he was forced to participate in as an ordinary German soldier. Many times he naively commented very unfavorably, sometimes using “choice words” about Hitler, the Nazi Party, and his superiors, a risk, if found out, could have cost him his life. I myself have many memories of the war and its horrors as a little girl without a father, spending night after night in a bunker, the “liberation” of our small town by the Americans. This has left deep and lasting impressions on me. Later on, I met a wonderful American with whom I fell in love and married, with my father proudly walking me down the aisle. This, in spite of the resentment he held against Americans, for shamefully turning him over to the French as a forced labor POW. I remember his sadness, when his little “Murschel”, as he used to call me, left for America with his conviction that if he was lucky, he may be able to see me only once more during his lifetime. However, he was able to enjoy many trips to the United States and I with my family visited my parents often in Germany. After reading his legacy, I knew, I have my beloved father’s permission to share his writings with others, and by doing so, honor his memory.
Enter a time machine to go back to the 1940's to witness the world through the eyes of a soldier from South Carolina and the girl who loves him. This book is composed of the love letters that my parents wrote during World War II. Glenn, who was in the Army Air Corps, was first stationed in the United States and then in India. Nita was waiting and longing for him back home in the Carolinas. Their words paint a vivid and accurate picture of life in these times. In addition to these words, there are photographs, postcards, Vmails, greeting cards and telegrams included. In almost every letter, my mother and father referenced songs they were listening to and movies that they had seen. By reading these letters and looking at the visuals that accompany them, you can feel a strong connection with the young man and woman who fell more deeply in love through correspondence, and never lost hope for a future in which they would live happily ever after.
Chronicles the story of two ordinary Americans, Wilber and Norma Bradt, during an extraordinary time, World War II. Offers insight-on the historic conflict as it was fought by the U.S. Army in the Solomon Islands, New Guinea, and The Philippines and by a family on the home front.
This is a book of family stories, of pioneers who immigrated to central Illinois from a variety of locations in Germany. They dared to leave the Old World and seek their fortune in the New World and strove every day of their lives to improve the quality of life for their children and descendants. They left a part of Europe, Germany, comprising a radius of about a hundred miles, and settled in America, in central Illinois, within a radius of about twenty-five miles. Between 1845 and 1869, some came as families, some as individuals , but they all chose to inhabit the villages of Danvers, Minier, Petersburg, or the surrounding farmland. Of the pioneer generation, there were sixteen people whose stories are like little jewels embroidered onto the warp and woof of the historical tapestry of their time. The second-, third-, and fourth-generation folks are likewise described within the context of their times and always leading in a straight line of lineage to Mary and Bill Oehler, the authors parents. Every life has a story. It has been a pleasure to delineate these thirty-one lives.
I am the fortunate owner of many letters that my parents wrote to each other between 1937 and 1945. These letters have been compiled into a series of three books. Just Yours, the first book, includes letters beginning in September 1937, when Glenn was in the Civilian Conservation Corps in South Carolina and Nita was a rising high school senior in Concord, NC. Just Yours continues through December 1942, when Glenn was in the Army Air Corps aboard the Ile de France on his way to India and Nita was working in Concord, NC. From India With Love, book two, contains letters written from January 1943 - March 1944, while Glenn was stationed at various bases in India and Nita was doing her part to help the war effort back home. The Waltz You Saved for Me is the third book in the series, My Parents' Love Letters During World War II. This book begins in April 1944 with Glenn still in India. He has not seen his fiancé, Nita, since March 1942 when he first entered the service. Other than one brief phone call when Glenn was still in the states, their only contact has been through letters and telegrams. Their correspondence continues through October 1945, when Glenn was discharged from the Army Air Force. . This book consists of mostly letters written by Daddy while he was in India. Mother wrote to him daily for years, but unfortunately, he had to destroy letters before traveling to and from overseas. After he returned to the states and they married, my mother's letters are included as well, after his furlough is up and he returns to the army to eventually muster out. In addition to these letters, there are diary entries by my paternal grandfather, Boston Harris, describing farm life back home without the help of his three sons, who are serving their country during World War II. Reading this book transports one back to the 1940's and the cultural happenings of the day, including many references of songs and movies. History comes to life as you see the world in that time through the eyes of a soldier from South Carolina and the girl back home who loves and misses him. Although Glenn has not been home in over two years, his hope for victory and the return to his fiancé and family never waivers, as he dreams of what his life will be like once the war is finally over.