WAR HAS MANY CASUALTIES Part 4 of It’s Time to Open the Attic Door


Shortly after they married World War ll broke out and my father was drafted.  My mother was forced to move in the attic of her In-laws because father would no longer stay with the in-laws.  There were too many people who were having entirely too much fun for my father’s taste.  But mother would follow him regardless of the consequences.

Mother was alone, and pregnant. She found work in a candy factory and gave all her money to her mother-in-law for room and board.  Her job at the factory?  putting the “swirl” on top of the chocolate candy.

After an otherwise normal pregnancy for a woman who smoked, drank and ate poorly, my mother delivered a small, frail baby girl she named Judy.  Judy was born with a heart defect that prevented her blood from being fully oxygenated. Children with this condition were called Blue Babies.   My sister Judy lived only a short three months and then died.  My mother went into a deep depression and her family rallied around to try and hold her up, but there was no consoling her. Mother wrote my father right after Judy was born to give him the good news.  But then had to write to tell him of her death.  My father was in a combat zone overseas during this time and the mail was sporadic.  When the mail did catch up with him, he received Judy’s birth and death announcement on the same day.  Father nearly lost his mind.  I was told he became so upset and violent in his attempt to be sent home that he struck his commanding officer.
It wasn’t long after that the war was over, but my father came home a changed
man.  He was now a very sick, angry, terrifying man.

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