Thursday, January 30, 2014
January 30, 1941 in Milwaukee was cold and grey, with about as much snow on the ground as we now have up here in western New Hampshire. A young woman in the tall-ceilinged master bedroom on the second floor of the old family home was adjusting her borrowed rose point lace tiara. She wore a new white brocaded taffeta gown “simply designed with a long fitted basque*and flared skirt”. (the newspaper reported the next day). Lilies-of-the-valley, stephanotis and sweet peas in a cascade composed her bouquet.
Soon she would descend the stairs to the parlor to be united with her Army lieutenant husband-to-be, who had just been ordered to report for active duty.
Many couples down through time have followed a similar pattern when war is impending. This pair, my parents, had a year and five months together before my dad was shipped overseas in June of 1942.
*closely fitted bodice in the Basque style