Faded Memories

After Mom died, Daisy and Jonas had the overwhelming job of sorting through almost 90 years of accumulated stuff. Mom would have called them memories, the building blocks of her life.

Shoe boxes filled with snapshots in black and white, 70 years and older. Some were cracked, yellowed and faded beyond recognition.

Mom as a war bride, aged 16, sitting proudly by her sailor who would ship out a month after they married. Her hair and makeup made her look older, but knowing her as Daisy did, she could also see the fear and dread in Mom’s eyes.

It was a long war.


36 thoughts on “Faded Memories

    1. My mom would have said it was pure love, and they wanted to share that with each other in the short time before he shipped out. It has always been so in war time, especially in the days when it was not common for everyone to be having sex if they weren’t married. And that may be the truth nugget, right there 🙂


  1. 16 seems ridiculously young to be married. 18 is ridiculously young to be shipped off to war. Not that war is good at any age. For the soldier going to war, it has to be a lifeline to know he had someone at home waiting for him. No matter how long the war is, every second has to seem like a lifetime.

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    1. I agree. However, I think those who grew up during the Depression were a lot more mature than kids today who grow up with everything handed to them—not that they all do, but the Depression was universal and very hard. Our younger generation hasn’t had to deal with that kind of poverty.

      I’ve always thought it interesting that we know a young man’s brain isn’t fully integrated until he’s about 25, so we send them off to war when they’re 18. Makes a whole lot of sense, right 🙂

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  2. A good story, Linda. I’ll bet many girls got married back then looking older than they were. My mother married for security at age fifteen to a man of thirty. When she was 21 and a mother with a young baby, her first husband committed suicide and she never understood why. There was a lot he didn’t tell her. His family came and removed the suitcases he hadn’t opened as he was just back from a trip of some kind. She never found out much about it. —- Suzanne

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  3. I beautiful remembrance of your parent’s story. For many women during that era, the seriousness of life propelled them forward in the normal, natural progression of emotional development. The fragility of life was oh so real. Nicely written, Linda!

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