{"id":100,"date":"2013-03-19T01:32:48","date_gmt":"2013-03-19T01:32:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/?p=100"},"modified":"2013-03-24T02:43:27","modified_gmt":"2013-03-24T02:43:27","slug":"world-war-ii-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/?p=100","title":{"rendered":"World War II Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Daddy sat down in his chair by the battery radio that stood like a soldier in the corner of the living room. He turned the knob from the station where Mama had listened to &#8220;Stella Dallas,&#8221; her daily soap opera. For a few seconds, the crackling and the whining sounds of the radio filled the room. Then the voice of H. V. Kaltenborn overtook the noise. I was only four years old, but I knew that I was not to make a sound or get up and move around until that distinctive voice coming from the big box said, &#8220;Good night.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Daddy often leaned his head closer and cocked his ear toward the sound to be sure he heard every word. I learned early that the Pacific theater was more important than\u00a0 Europe\u00a0 because my twenty-two year old brother, a Marine, was fighting there. I didn&#8217;t know why they were having a war in a theater, but I knew it was far across the sea.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, Daddy clicked off the radio and stood.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did they tell anything about Brother,&#8221; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>Daddy didn&#8217;t answer. He left the room\u00a0 and\u00a0 even at my age I could read the worry on his face.<\/p>\n<p>I looked at Mama. She shook her head and said, &#8220;Maybe we&#8217;ll get a letter tomorrow.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Daddy sat down in his chair by the battery radio that stood like a soldier in the corner of the living room. He turned the knob from the station where Mama had listened to &#8220;Stella Dallas,&#8221; her daily soap opera. For a few seconds, the crackling and the whining sounds of the radio filled the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=100"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103,"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100\/revisions\/103"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.claramcrae.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}