How We Find Our Way

These albums documented how one family used the available means of communication (photography and letter writing) at the time to support each other through a challenging time. Twenty years later, my aunt and her daughter used audiotapes. Now online videoconferencing is giving us a medium to hold onto ourselves and those we love.

Many generations have survived pandemics, wars, and political strife. I’ve looked back at how generations of my family used our need for connection with each other to stay whole and survive.

The Attic

When I was a very young girl, I escaped to the attic to find out information about my relatives. There were steamer trunks my Italian grandparents had used to travel to the US in the early 1900s. At that point, they were full of old photos and artifacts from my parents, grandparents, aunts’ and uncles’ lives.

I would spend hours looking at pictures, trying on dresses, and holding each item in my hands. I could see photos of everyone so many years younger and wondered what secrets these images, old dresses, scraps of material, baby shoes, and other everyday items held. It was my favorite place to be, and it was part of my ongoing need to gather information about the past.

The War Albums

My Dad with his Dog

My favorite images were from my father’s photo albums from when he was in Europe during World War II for three years. He had three albums of photos. I could spend hours looking at these photos and making up stories about who Dad was, what happened to him, and how I could relate the essence of what I saw in the pictures with the man who was my father.

How My Father Survived World War II

My father’s approach was unique for his time. Instead of being caught up in the fervor of nationalism, it was clear to him how the Army used working-class men as cannon fodder in the war. “The Red Ball Express.” was a movie about one of the platoons in which he served. When we watched it on TV, I asked him which character he was in the film. He answered, “the guy who peeled the potatoes.”

As a young girl, I felt crushed that he wasn’t one of the “hero” characters. As an adult, I admire him for being honest even though he knew it wasn’t the answer I wanted. It taught me that jingoistic responses were of no value when you are talking about living through wartime.

Many years later, one of my brothers scanned the albums and gave me the files. On a whim, I set up the photo albums as a screen saver. I was sitting with a friend when the photos started rolling onto my computer screen. My friend and I paused and talked about the images. She loved seeing them and asked a lot of questions.

Later I looked at the photos one at a time. I already had a pattern from my childhood: Who are they? Where are they? What relationship did they have with my dad?

What Emerged from the Photos

Soldiers who transformed rail cars into hospitals  for victims of war

Initially, I saw each picture as a separate story. And then I paused. Something new came to me. These pictures tell the story of a family with a son in the theater of war during WWII. The images were from two locations–Europe and the US. Some were the pictures my father took of his experience in Europe (mostly England). My father worked as a carpenter transforming rail cars into hospitals throughout England. He was mainly on the periphery of the war in small villages that had train stations.

What happened during an air raid in war time
What happened during an air raid in war time

On the back of one photo, my father’s friend documents that his friend kissed the woman he loved at 11:30 pm on April 23, 1943, during an air raid in Swindon. When I read the back of the photo, what came to me was the joy at finding happiness despite the horror. Almost all of the  pictures were of my father being with people on bike rides, in the countryside, dressed in his uniform and street clothes, smoking cigars, working on the railroad, and fixing things. He documented what made him happy. That’s what he sent home to his family.

He had lots of pictures of his fellow carpenters. Each image of a person had a name and address written on the back in a handwriting that was not my dad’s. Most likely, the script belonged to the person in the picture. These were relationships which both partners wanted to keep for longer than the war. Others had commentary from my dad about why the day was essential to him.

There were no pictures of dead bodies, destroyed buildings, or any evidence of war. They could have been a series of images from someone who spent a few years abroad. But it was not. My dad only chose to document his experiences that were pleasant and life-affirming.

He once told me as I was going into surgery to treat cancer that he knew what fear was. My father said he was fearful that he would die each day for three years when he went to war. Dad assured me that there was a way to be with both the fear of the moment and the hope that everything will be okay.

The pictures tell that story. My dad chose to get to know the people he had never met, form strong connections, and enjoy every minute he could. He also documented them to help him keep going. After D-Day, he went to France and participated in one of the most dangerous assignments—he drove gasoline trucks that refueled tanks across France, Belgium, and Germany under fire and mostly without sleep. There are no pictures of those times. Maybe the memory of these pictures kept him going. Maybe there was no time to take new ones.

How the Family Survived World War II

The new generation: Ron, Betty and Marie

His family’s pictures told how, when my father was in the war, his brothers and sisters started their families. They had  had four children while he was in Europe. My father’s twin sister took on the role of the family communicator.

Below is a picture of my grandmother and my oldest cousin. The note from my father’s sister tells him his niece was a timid person. I love this short note and photo because it included my father in the family’s life. He got to see a picture of his mother and his niece, find out something about this young girl’s personality, and also how the family was improving their multi-generational home.

Grandma and cousin Marie during World War II

Many years later, when one of this aunt’s daughters became a nurse in Vietnam during the war, she did the same thing. She documented the family’s life so that her daughter could stay connected. This time they used audiotapes to communicate. My aunt would play the tapes from her daughter for us when we visited. Our nurse mostly talked about what she did when she wasn’t a caring for the wounded.

My favorite picture is the leading photo that I have spent many hours examining over the years. It is a picture of my grandmother’s birthday party (the lady in the back row with the flower on her lapel) in the garden of her brother’s house. Someone took the photo specifically to send to my dad to let him know that they held space for him. There are people you can immediately see in the picture–his parents and aunts and uncles. One can see parts of other people. This photo is full of wanting someone far away to feel loved and remembered.

How We Can Survive

These albums documented how one family used the available means of communication (photography and letter writing) at the time to support each other through a challenging time. They limited their communication to things that brought normality to their lives and shared their stories to reassure each other.  Twenty years later, my aunt and her daughter used audiotapes. Now online videoconferencing is giving us a medium to hold onto ourselves and those we love as we enter the second year of this pandemic. I thank my father and Aunt Virginia for teaching us how.

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Author: Diana Scalera

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4 thoughts on “How We Find Our Way”

  1. Your story supports an appreciation of our history in families that struggle to keep connection with one another during a time of great upheaval and offering how this can be done now given our new ways to communicate that makes it so much easier. Thank you Kevin

  2. Thank you Kevin. Sometimes when we are in the middle of these universally-shared challenges, we don’t appreciate the power of our actions at the time. I wrote a version of this piece before COVID. I happened upon it looking for something else and realized that it had a powerful meaning for our experiences today. I have found that even when we work with family relations that are fractured in some way, offering a time to connect now via video conferencing has been very successful in healing old wounds.

  3. This is so rich Diana = it warrants sharing in a book. We know so little about the day to day lives of those who served in WWII in the way in which your Dad served. Amazing his decision to make connections both with his fellow workers and the people around him. Did he stay connected with them after he returned to the US? I know my parents exchanged letters during the war but none have been saved. I would love to know how it was for them day to day.

  4. Hi Kit,

    Thanks for your encouragement. Yes. It would be interesting to document how our parent’s generation survived and thrived after the war that took away their youth.

    I was born 12 years after my father returned from the war. My parents married seven years after my father left Europe. He might have had extensive contact during that time because many of his fellow soldiers had addresses near where my father lived. My father didn’t write very much. He may have met with his army friends at community dances etc. There was no evidence saved of those communications. However, when my father was 75, he suffered a heart attack and had open-heart surgery. Afterward, he went through rehabilitation at a local hospital a few times a week. When he was there he encountered men with whom he had served, some known to him. The therapist told him that a pattern shown up of men who had served in WWII. They experienced heart attacks in their seventies and eighties more than men who hadn’t gone to war. He also experienced bouts of tears while he was with this group, as did the other men. The therapist explained that it was unprocessed grief, and they shouldn’t be ashamed. It was part of their recovery. He stayed with this group for five years.

    The interesting thing for me was that I experienced my father as a man prone to crying whenever there was a wedding, graduation, christening or other happy family event happening. Now I understand it may have been unprocessed grief. Our parent’s generation did what they were told to do. Society did not provide any support or consideration of their emotional lives.

    When I was nine years old, our family got a dog. It happened to be a puppy that looked like the dog in this picture. My father would take the dog out to the backyard and play with it in a very aggressive way. It appeared to me that the dog and my father were fighting. It scared me. One day, as I walked up the stairs to our apartment, the dog was on the landing barking and growling at me. I started to scream because I was terrified. That evening, the dog was gone—no explanation where. I felt sadness for my dad because he seemed to take so much pleasure interacting with the dog. A year later, a new puppy joined the family and was under the tutelage of my grandmother. The new dog was loving and sweet and never growled. It stayed with our family until she died. My father was not involved with this dog.

    Writing this and sharing it with m family has brought back many memories for all of us. Thanks for understanding how considering the impact of the war our parents experienced, is significant.

    Regards, Diana

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