My dad has come home from the war. It is 1945 in the summer. My oldest brother Ron is on the right and Rex is on the left. The next two boys were born in '47 and '50. The photo was taken in the back yard of my grandmothers' in Murray, Iowa. I am assuming it was one of those box camera's and my mom didn't get it into focus by stepping forward or backward.
My dad was stationed in Washington D. C. the first part of the war, so when he was home for a visit, he had time to have another son. He already had the first son born before he went into the service. They were the prewar babies. I and my brother were the post war babies.
In many ways the war change him. His sisters said he wasn't the same personality the rest of his life. He may have just grown up from being an Iowan farm boy that dropped out of school at eighth grade. Whatever the change, I didn't have anything to compare.
I know that his memories often haunted him in his daily life. He remembered and relived so much verbally with more people than our family would have liked. He had to talk about it. The person was still a very sensitive man who cared for others, worried about failure, worked so very hard, and was proud of his four boys. He died in 2000 at the age of 82. He was able then to leave the war memories behind.
Others of a blog group are also participating in Sepia Saturday. Check them out at Kat's blog.