Comments: Memories In Print

The story of the USS Chase is a great one of courage and bravery; those guys saved that ship.

Posted by Sean at May 16, 2010 09:54 PM

He's still afraid of the ocean. We never tell him when we're going to the beach.

Posted by Bou at May 16, 2010 09:58 PM

thanks for sharing this story.

With my MIL, who's 72, the story I hear over and over is about my husband as a small child returning a dead goldfish to the pet store.

We used to talk more, but not so much in recent years.

Posted by wRitErsbLock at May 17, 2010 09:00 AM

Wow - what history there. Thanks for sharing Bou...

Posted by Richmond at May 17, 2010 09:27 AM

You may want to invest in a small digital recorder. You can get one at Radio Shack. Ask all kinds of questions. I get the funniest responses from my aunt that I'm working on a genealogy with, the most random facts, which always turn out to be true.

Posted by Jerry in Indiana at May 17, 2010 12:01 PM

Please, please, please record his stories! I so wish I had a recording in the voice of my family members who have passed on! I can remember not only the story, but HOW they talked about it and I soooo wish I could have passed that on to my kids who now ask about them. If not for your kids, then how about for all the families and descendants of those families who served with your FIL. Check out the Veteran's History Project that is trying to preserve the history of WWII at or how this project is being helped by students in grades 10-12 and higher.

So much has already been lost about both WWI and WWII and time is running out for the chance to preserve it for not only your family but so many others that it touches.

Regardless, thank you so much for sharing this!

Posted by Lemon Stand at May 17, 2010 12:40 PM

Thank you for sharing...we'll be losing so much when the last of his generation goes...

Posted by Mrs. Who at May 17, 2010 08:12 PM

My problem with recording his stories is what you can't see in print. I'm still giving it thought, but what you don't see is the "One more time, Pop" or "Pop, I'm sorry, I didn't catch that one" or "Pardon me?" The Parkinson's is destroying the man, not only in walking, and simple functions like eating, but in the pleasures of life like talking. His tongue seems thick and the words come our garbled at times. It doesn't help that I think I blew out part of my hearing running with my iPod too loud... but he is so very difficult to understand now.

It aches.

There is so much I left out, that I have to remember to tell my boys, like his looking at me and saying, "I dated a girl named Rhonda Moore in high school. She was a real looker. Real pretty blonde. You know why I broke up with her? *laughs* Because... she wore EYE MAKE UP. That's right. She was a swell girl, real sweet. But I told her, "What kind of girl do you want people to think I'm with? Only ONE KIND Of girl wears make up" Whores you know, Bou. Whores. I must not have liked her so much to really treat her like that, because she was a swell gal. *laughs* Eye make up..."

It was 1939. Girls didn't wear make up back then. I told him, "What's she doing now?" and he said, "Heck, I don't know. She's prolly dead. They're all dead now, Bou. I'm all that's left..."

Not to be deterred, I offered to sleuth around the 'net and find her, but he said no.

Memories are memories. He's becoming a funny guy in his old age. We're laughing a lot now... more so than ever before.

Posted by Bou at May 17, 2010 09:27 PM

That was beautiful. Thank You and your Pop.

Posted by Stephen at May 18, 2010 12:37 AM

Yes, they all had nicknames back then. My dad's nickname was Bo. I have no idea why - it just was. But I guess it's better than his older brother who was Skeeter. LOL.

It's good to listen to those stories. And great to write down what you remember. Of course we don't get all of it, but even some is good.

Posted by Teresa at May 18, 2010 10:52 PM