My parents were of the “Greatest Generation”. Both served. I’m so glad I thanked them many times. Still miss them. I volunteer teaching that same generation how to use computers and the Internet. I have students over 100. They remember 1947 well. Breakfast, not so much.
Sneaking up on 60,. my parents were of the Greatest Generation as well. Both served, dad in 101st Airborne and mom as a nurse. She met dad when he was in being treated for a wound.
Dad went on to work for North American/Rockwell/Rocketdyne and the A-5 Vigilante, X-15 and then the space program and helped put men on the moon. Mopm’s still alive and she remembers the Great Depression vividly, let alone WWII.
Oh, OK; my Dad was on guard duty and motorcycle patrols while Kaneohe (then Naval) Air Station on the bay was being built, met Mom (the tiny beautician, 4-11, 97#) in Honolulu. They married and moved into the new base housing at K-Bay shortly before 12-07-41, where they got strafed and bombed about ten minutes before PH (it was on their way in). PBY Catalinas and dive bombers burning on the ramp. Col. Donahoo and his driver strafed and missed, sailors waiting for the liberty bus rolling in the mud to make their whites into khakis.
Their partying bunch (the ‘Cootie Club’ of Pearl Harbor Survivors), the Kaneohe Klippers, used to meet annually, and those tales would come out and jog each others’ memories.
She came Mainland, he went on to (at least, haven’t gotten the full history yet from Kansas City) Guam, Saipan, Tinian, Okinawa, and a bit later occupation duty in Japan.
I met him at about age One, when he got back. Thanks, Dad! Thanks, all! He retired while I was in DaNang (the first tour). Breakfast, not so much - indeed! Um, was it oatmeal?
I remember my brother telling me the hill wasn’t that steep and the sled wouldn’t really get going all that fast. I remember my first sensation of flight a moment later. Years later he designed weapons for the “defense industry”- that got fired at me on the ground in ‘Nam. Maybe that’s why we never saw “eye to eye”???
Charles Evans Premium Member almost 14 years ago
Must be a member of the “Greatest Generation”. Thanks for your service.
JP Steve Premium Member almost 14 years ago
1955 was a good year…
Yukoner almost 14 years ago
Did you say you were dating or dated?
tis4kis almost 14 years ago
My parents were of the “Greatest Generation”. Both served. I’m so glad I thanked them many times. Still miss them. I volunteer teaching that same generation how to use computers and the Internet. I have students over 100. They remember 1947 well. Breakfast, not so much.
BigChiefDesoto almost 14 years ago
I’ve been on those dates too! Of course the girl was only about four years old, but I still liked her!
hawgowar almost 14 years ago
Sneaking up on 60,. my parents were of the Greatest Generation as well. Both served, dad in 101st Airborne and mom as a nurse. She met dad when he was in being treated for a wound.
Dad went on to work for North American/Rockwell/Rocketdyne and the A-5 Vigilante, X-15 and then the space program and helped put men on the moon. Mopm’s still alive and she remembers the Great Depression vividly, let alone WWII.
pbarnrob almost 14 years ago
Oh, OK; my Dad was on guard duty and motorcycle patrols while Kaneohe (then Naval) Air Station on the bay was being built, met Mom (the tiny beautician, 4-11, 97#) in Honolulu. They married and moved into the new base housing at K-Bay shortly before 12-07-41, where they got strafed and bombed about ten minutes before PH (it was on their way in). PBY Catalinas and dive bombers burning on the ramp. Col. Donahoo and his driver strafed and missed, sailors waiting for the liberty bus rolling in the mud to make their whites into khakis.
Their partying bunch (the ‘Cootie Club’ of Pearl Harbor Survivors), the Kaneohe Klippers, used to meet annually, and those tales would come out and jog each others’ memories.
She came Mainland, he went on to (at least, haven’t gotten the full history yet from Kansas City) Guam, Saipan, Tinian, Okinawa, and a bit later occupation duty in Japan.
I met him at about age One, when he got back. Thanks, Dad! Thanks, all! He retired while I was in DaNang (the first tour). Breakfast, not so much - indeed! Um, was it oatmeal?
wicky almost 14 years ago
Shucks Ladyfingers thats not alzheimers, thats old age.
igor1882 almost 14 years ago
In all fairness, 1947 lasted a lot longer than breakfast did.
gofinsc almost 14 years ago
Until May 27, 1947 I wasn’t even here. So that makes it a very good year.
Dtroutma almost 14 years ago
I remember my brother telling me the hill wasn’t that steep and the sled wouldn’t really get going all that fast. I remember my first sensation of flight a moment later. Years later he designed weapons for the “defense industry”- that got fired at me on the ground in ‘Nam. Maybe that’s why we never saw “eye to eye”???
cheesehead almost 14 years ago
Ok…My dad spent WWII “bombing” California with flour bags. Practice runs in case we were invaded on the west coast. He served where they put him.
ChuckTrent64 almost 14 years ago
As an early Baby Boomer, I can’t remember 1947. I was here for it, well, all but two days of it, but I can’t remember it.
COWBOY7 almost 14 years ago
Yes you are…………………………..