I cropped out this photo of them at a park with a Burgus family reunion. I am guessing that this is either 1940 the summer before they married in December or the very next year. They could have been married in this photo and baby number one was on it's way in October.
Jesse T. Burgus 1917 -2000, Zella M. Burgus 1919-2008
My older brother and I have had conversations with Aunts that told us that the War changed our father a lot in temperament. They use to tell us he was such a happy young guy who really enjoyed life. From this new group of photos I found this one of my dad. He had to be 22 years old or a little more. He reminds me of the high school kids I use to teach in school with that carefree happy smile. Dad is also dressed up for being in the park. He either is courting my mom, which explains the good clothes or he has just married her 6 months before which also explains the good clothes. My mom was into clothes and being a little showy with them. So her husband should be fancy looking also.
My dad had a lot of happy times and I don't think his change from being in the War ruined him. I know he loved to laugh at a good joke, or smile when he caught a good fish. He was so glad to see his grandchildren and loved to travel. The things that the War experience gave him was a continuous haunt of what happened in battle. He was one that talked about it a lot to any listening ear. He was still talking those last days when I took him to the emergency room the last time. He was out of his head and his body was shutting down, mainly his heart. He was reliving the cutting off of a fellows leg out in the field with another soldier operating and his emotions were so real as if he was still over there at the very location.
Life is hard for all of us and we all have things that make us sad or distressed. I don't think my father was any different than anyone else. The coping part is done so differently by each person in their own way. Tragedy is a part of life and we lie to ourselves to think that any kind of life experiences can not be called tragic if they affect us emotionally in a severe way. Scars are scars no matter how we receive them.
I am glad to find this new set of photos and to be able to view my parents in young love and their early lives before the war.
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