I haven't done a Show and Tell Friday for awhile, but I have wanted to share this ever since I got it a few months back...
My mother's first love was a young man named Emery. She met him in 1942 at a dance in Fayetteville, NC where he was stationed with the army. This young man from Pennsylvania was very taken with my red-haired, very Southern mother and they began dating. One year later, they married in April 1943 (interestingly, when my husband and I wed on April 17, 1993, my mother later told me that I had gotten married 50 years to the date that she had married Emery). This wonderful young man was shipped over to Europe in 1944, where they followed the wave of soldiers into France shortly after D-Day. They made their way, battle by battle, deep into enemy territory. On the weekend of January 13th and 14th, 1945, Mama made her peace with the possibility that Emery might not make it back home, like so many other brave, young soldiers. Why did she remember the exact weekend of this experience? Because on Monday, January 15th, Emory was killed in a tragic accident. He was returning to the front after some rest, in a jeep at night during blackout conditions (which means every vehicle was driving without their headlights on so as not to draw enemy fire). At the same time, a quartermaster truck was racing away from the front on this small country road and they met head on. The men in the jeep were run over.
This was a terrible tragedy for my mother and she always remained close with Emery's family. Several months ago, Emery's sister, Molly, passed away. As she was childless, my sister helped with her a lot and received some of her belongings. Among these items was a teapot which she sent to me. We believe it was sent by Emory to his mother or sister during the War.
See the inscription on the top. It says, "For England and Democracy". Emory was in England before they shipped across to France.
On the bottom it says, "World War II, Made in England."
To my knowledge, everything my mother had with Emery, all their personal belongings and keepsakes, were burned in a fire that occurred sometime after Emery's death, so having the teapot which may have come from him is very meaningful.
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Have a great day!
Elizabeth
9 comments:
What a touching story ... how lovely to have a memento of that first love of your Mom's. ^Thanks for sharing.
Cass
What a story!! Such a beautiful tea pot too, I'm glad she has this to remember him by.
Thanks for sharing, your mom must be a beautiful person. The teapot is so precious!
Rondell
Touching story and such a lovely teapot.
Elizabeth what a wonderful and heart warming story. I enjoyed it.
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How sad to have lost him, but what a wonderful memento from that time. This is truly a treasure. Thanks for sharing it.
What a lovely story Elizabeth and you know I should remember that exact date as well as on Sunday Jan 14th 1945 at apparently 11am just as the church bells rang out I was born ! I have never ever seen a tea pot like that on and as Myrnie said what a lovely thing to hav ein his memory..
Hope you have had a lovely Sunday. Thinge here are still a roller coaster ride with my darling BIL close to death...indeed today the nurse was surprised to still see him with us after yesterday when she doubled the morphine doze...
LOve Sybil xx
This is beautiful. I am hosting a 50 dollar CSN Giveaway on my blog. I would love for you to stop by.Thanks Anu!
Elizabeth, love that teapot...and I my Mom also went through a very similar experience...WWII took her young husband in Holland...not sure of the exact date though...Mom joined the WACS after that...
In 1993 I lost my husband to cancer and it was as though she was going through her first widowhood at the same time...emotions are so strange and sometimes stay buried for such a long, long time...
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