This challenge is sponsored by P.S. Annie! It’s called 19-Somethin’, where participants answer a question about their past each day of September. Sounds like a fun way to spend a September, right?
- Tell me about the first home you remember living in with your parents.
The first home I remember was in Gainesville, Florida. My father moved us there from Mississippi so he could get his PhD at the University of Florida.
The house was a one-story brick house on a crawl space. I shared a bedroom with my sister. It had another bedroom, a kitchen, dining room and living room. There was a detached garage and we had some nice neighbors. I have quite a few memories from that house, some good, some bad.
One poignant memory I have is my sister and I holding hands – each in our separate beds – while listening to the radio announcement of which birthdays were pulled for Selective Service. This was during the Vietnam War. We were young but we knew about the war and how many people weren’t coming back. As an aside, later on in the 70s I had a POW bracelet – my soldier never came home. He was and still is MIA.
Me on the front stops of the house, Summer 1966.
What a cute little girl. 🙂
I am so sorry that your soldier never came home.Was he your boyfriend or a relative? I will pray that he comes home. It has been a long time, but there is always hope. Miracles still happen.
One of the very saddest parts of the research that I have been doing lately has me reading through article upon article of casualties from WW2 and Vietnam. The obituaries are endless and so are the tears. They weren’t my boys, but yet, even all these years later, they are *all* my boys.
Have a blessed day!
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I didn’t know him – I don’t remember how I got the bracelet but I remember a lot of people had them – mostly as a way of solidarity for the POWs during the war.
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Kind of like an adopt-a-soldier program? That is nice. I’m sorry that he didn’t make it home. So many didn’t.
Several in my family were POW, including one of my great-grandfathers during WWI. As best I can remember, it was the Germans that had him. Thankfully, he did make it home.
These folks definitely need all the prayers they can get.
I am so sorry your soldier didn’t make it, that is so sad. XO