Waiting for V-J Day

This was before wars were televised. We couldn’t turn on CNN to see how the war was progressing. All we had was the news from the newspapers. The reports of war correspondents like Ernie Pyle were read hungrily. We had a few actual pictures in the short Movietone News played at the movie theater before the feature films. An of course there were the letters. They were censored and took days and sometimes weeks to arrive. But when they did arrive they were read over and over and treasured as just about the only link to the loved ones so far away. The communications that all of us dreaded were the telegrams with the awful words, “we regret to inform you….”

Many weekend days were spent baking at the beach (we didn't know about sunscreen).

Dorothy Gillespie (left)

Betty McCoy

Judi Sexton
As the song said, "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With Anyone Else But Me"......so we service wives waited for the return of our husbands.
There were many shortages. Everyone agreed that winning the war was top priority so all needed raw materials went into that effort. This made rationing a way of life. Transportation was by car-pooling and public transportation – not to reduce smog but because of gasoline rationing. The purchase of a new pair of shoes was considered carefully because it took not only money but a precious shoe ration stamp, etc.
One good friend that I spent a lot of time with during the waiting months was Dorothy Baker and her son, Bradley. (A few years later my mind went back to those days when we were considering a name for our son.) Dorothy’s husband, Blaine, was a Marine and saw the most awful parts of the war in the Pacific. Bradley was three years old before his father came home. I felt so lucky that Vernon was in Honolulu – not those other Pacific Islands.

The Bakers: Dorothy, Timothy, and Bradley.