Found it! Rocky, what an honor & privilege to speak with you!

My Dad would've been so pleased.

As soon as I saw your picture with the President, I thought "Hey! I know

I've seen this picture of Rocky before!" Well, of course I did - I made a donation to get the

WWII memorial built ,so I get the newsletter and that's where I saw your photo.

I'd planned to attend the memorial dedication, but my Mom was not well then so I

wasn't able to go. I would dearly liked to have been there.

My father could've related to so much on your page. Those photos at Anzio & the K rations!

When he was drafed in '41, he was 6'2" 164lbs and the Army definately didn't help him

put on weight. By the time he got to Rome, and had his picture taken to send home, he

looked like a skeleton. What did my poor grandmother think when she got THAT photo

of her "boy". My father had a terrible sweet tooth, so that was what was so funny & sad about his Thanksgiving notation about the donuts. That's probably ALL they had for

Thanksgiving. The officers might've had turkey dinners, but I don't imagine the rest of

the fellows got any. Do you remember Thanksgiving '43, Rocky? Did you get any turkey?

On the "home front", his mother, sister, and ladies in his Wellesley Ma neighborhood

were busy sending him whatever they could and hoping it got there. I have a letter

my grandmother sent him while he was in Anzio that always gives me a chuckle.

She writes:"Francis, don't forget to send Mrs Hutt (a neighbor) a thank you note for

the cookies she sent ". He probably wanted to write "Hey Ma! We got A WAR

goin' on over here!", but I'd bet a million dollars that he wrote that note to Mrs Hutt.

He also could relate to what you said about Italy & being cold. Everybody was still

wearing the lightweight stuff they were issued for North Africa. In fact, I think

most of them were still wearing the same uniforms into much of the Rhineland campaign.

Eventually, some "genius" issued overcoats to the guys, but I don't believe they liked

those. You couldn't move around in them. I have a photo of Dad in Dec '45 and it looks

like he's wearing 3 pairs of socks, two pairs of gloves , scarves around his neck, and

whatever he could stuff into his regular army jacket. He looks COLD!

I loved your photos, Rocky. You are a handsome fellow! Clearly, your wife

Elizabeth had the kind of beauty that shines out from within as well as from without.

That's rare beauty that you can't get from a beauty spa. Your faith is strong, so

you KNOW that you'll see her again one day.

My Dad was smart like you & married Helen Cole. Here's a photo on their wedding day.

Dad's highest compliment ( and rarely given) was to say "He is a good man!"

I know he'd say that to YOU, Rocky!

It's a privilege!

Mary Ann

Mary Ann: It's 1:10pm Wed. and I just read the above. I'm glad you found the page.

I was 23 just after I got discharged in Nov. '45. I read your e-mail three times and I don't

mind telling you, I had a nice cry for what you said about Elizabeth. Yes I will see her and

be with her some day. Yes your father was wearing 3 pairs of socks and two pairs of pants

(olive Drab) etc,,etc. I know, ME ALSO. Thanksgiving, we had just been relieved and went back just far enough from motar range. It so happened there was a road going up the hill

so our captain ordered a sixby and the mess sgt and kitchen crew brought up a kinda gas

stove, anyway we had coffee, and pancakes, no syrup, orange marmalade!! AND TO THIS

DAY I WILL NOT TOUCH ORANGE MARMALADE !! That' what we had for thanksgiving.

That's OK, did you read the story about the chicken?

I will cherish your above e-mail always. Now I have two top ladies to think about,

both of them start with an M. Thank you and God Bless. Rocky

Mary Ann: It's 1:10pm Wed. and I just read the above. I'm glad you found the page.

I was 23 just after I got discharged in Nov. '45. I read your e-mail three times and I don't

mind telling you, I had a nice cry for what you said about Elizabeth. Yes I will see her and

be with her some day. Yes your father was wearing 3 pairs of socks and two pairs of pants

(olive Drab) etc,,etc. I know, ME ALSO. Thanksgiving, we had just been relieved and went back just far enough from motar range. It so happened there was a road going up the hill

so our captain ordered a sixby and the mess sgt and kitchen crew brought up a kinda gas

stove, anyway we had coffee, and pancakes, no syrup, orange marmalade!! AND TO THIS

DAY I WILL NOT TOUCH ORANGE MARMALADE !! That' what we had for thanksgiving.

That's OK, did you read the story about the chicken?

I will cherish your above e-mail always. Now I have two top ladies to think about,

both of them start with an M. Thank you and God Bless. Rocky

Mary Ann and Rocky....... Moose

Mr.GSD - To answer your question about MI - it's a medical term for heart attack. My mother was a retired nurse so I tend to use some terms she used. - I don't remember when he started being ill with malaria but I do remember many times - him in bed for days at a time with chills so bad the the bed actually shook. Mom mentioned it was ongoing after the war but I didn't ask which war. He retired in 1963 and passed away in 1972 - shortly after his 50th birthday. He served in both WW2 and Korea.

tk

Thanks, PJO. That's "myocardial infarction" ... my family is chock-full of nurses, so I've been in more clinic backrooms and through more hospital back doors than a lot of ambulance drivers. I know that almost everybody in Korean War had to take chloroquine once a week... better than daily atabrine which you guys took in WW2 and turned yellow as a result. I want to get these details straight for the novel I'm working on, and I had not heard of regular use of atabrine in the mid-section of Europe (Benelux-Germany-NorthernFrance)... nor any malaria cases there. I'd like to know for sure. If anybody wants to e-mail me direct, I gave my e-address in an earlier post.

Fred

Rocky,

I love the story about the chickens! I think I remember reading somewhere

about the guys at Anzio spending alot of time trying to catch some cows that

were on the loose. Good grief! i wonder how they were planning on cooking

THEM! Probably have to find a squad with someone who'd been a butcher

in civilian life. Pancakes & orange marmalade for Thanksgiving. Oh Boy! But

I betcha it tasted pretty darn good at the time. It wasn't bad enough that you guys

were shot at, shelled, cold and wet - but you had to be hungry all the time too.

My dad was thin all his life, but he ate 4 meals a day and ate every kind of candy, cookie,

and ice cream to boot. No wonder he was so skinny during the war, eating those

horrible K rations!

I'm gonna post some poems about Anzio that my Dad saved. You might get a chuckle

out of them.

I'm so glad you liked my email! Now don't you forget that the Good Lord had a strong

hold on you throughout Italy and He brought that good & beautiful Elizabeth into your

life, so he's certainly not gonna to let go of you now!

thank YOU & God bless YOU, Rocky!!!

Mary Ann

I was in Philippine Island, and Korea in 1945-46.The Red Cross would not take our blood when we returned to the states

cadet at6

Mary Ann,

I am a little slow, ask my adopted daughter, she e-mail with you a lot of times. I had great turkey dinners in the service. At Bainbridge Army Air Field we had turkey, potatoes, corn, pineqapple, rolls, apple pire, etc.. Now I wil;l tell yoiu as story that made me and your friend MARION together

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Art Morneweck and Belle Isle.

How we met – the love of my life She was 19,,,,I was 20

Early in 1943, I went on a double date with a friend and the Matthews sisters to Eastwood Amusement Park at Gratiot and 8 mile. It was a long drive from Detroit's west side. I was paired with Blanche, but her sister, Charlotte (Micky) was a great looker and I thought she was the one for me. We all had a good time together. It was more like a friend's outing than a date. Two nights later, Micky was on her way home from her job at G.M.C. She stopped at Simone's soda fountain shop where I was having a frozen Power House candy bar. We talked a while and I asked her to go for a ride. We drove to Belle Isle in my father’s 1940 Ford and one section was a parking that you faced the river and watch the boats go bye. There was no open parking space so we had to ride around the island. When you come to the bridge there was about 5 or 6 driving lanes that all turned right and takes you back off the island. Luckly I was in the 6th lane that took you over the bridge or you could drive straight and go around again. Something in my heart said go straight and I did. This time there was a parking space open. I parked and we had our first kiss. We watched the boats and then Micky said she had to go to the bath room. We left and stopped at first bath room and it was pad-locked, I looked at my watch and it was after mid-night, so was the second bat room locked.Going across the bridge Micky said she really had to go. I new if we turned left to go home we would not find a restaurant so I turned right and found a restaurant about two blocks away. I stopped and Micky used their bath room. About four months later we got engaged just before I left for Army Air Corps cadet training. I returned to Detroit to get married during a week long furlough.

Micky and I were apart for the next two years as I was sent to the Philippine Islands and occupation duty in Taegu, Korea. I returned home to her in July, 1946. We celebrated our 57th wedding anniversary May 15, 2001. Then Dec. 30, 2001 my Micky went to be with our Lord. Our daughters and son-in-law are Toni Ann Morneweck, Terry & Jack Ellis, and grandson Tim 16. We all live in same neighborhood in Novi. Micky's sister Blanche Rosendale, now lives in St. Clair.NOTE:BLANCE DIED Aug. 21, 2005.>>

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WW2 Marriages: A short “I do†and off to war

WW 2 marriages did not have tuxedos and long gowns but did have ever lasting love. As a cadet we finished our tour at Gettysburg College and was given one week furlough Friday May 12,1944. From "Old Dorm" I called my fiancee and asked if she would marry me. She said yes, I jumped on a bus to Harrisburg, bought a new cadet hat, jumped on train for Detroit. On the train the porter looked at me, with wings on my shoulder, wings on my new cap, and humming our song "You'll never know how much I miss you". The porter said "Sir we have a better seat in the car ahead of us." I arrived home Saturday morning and found out we needed some papers filled out but offices were closed. Luck was with me, my future father-in-law had friends downtown, so everything was copasetic. We were married Monday May 15,1944 at 7 PM. We went downtown to the Hotel Fort Shelby. Shortly after arriving there my wife's sister and our best man came with White Castle Hamburgers. We spent the rest of the week on cloud nine floating around visiting friends. Sunday May 20, 1944 I left my love (boy, is this hard to write) and did not see her for two years while I went to Philippine Islands and Taegu, Korea. My wife is with our Lord now, looking down here and I can still hear her saying "Roy you are going to make yourself sick". Name Roy is another story, my middle name is LeRoy.

May 20 I was back to Gettysburg College and we were shipped out to Maxwell Field, Alabama for Pre-flight. After pre-flight we went to Avon Park, Florida where we started flying the open cockpit Bi-wing PT-17 Stearman. Then to Lakeland Florida with same type of plane. Then to Cochran Field at Macon, Georgia flying the AT-6 Texan. January 1945 I was given check flight by a Captain and one by a Major. (I had my pilot’s license before joining the Air Corps.) The Major said I did OK but they had too many pilots and I was put in the Army Infantry. I went to Gainesville,Texas for infantry training. Finished training and went to New Jersey and then by train to Pittsburg, California and shipped out June 1, 1945 for the Philippine Islands.>>

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Posts: 5,171 Nice story.

Welcome to the Forum.

Yesterday was 14 years since I met my wife. That involved my mates in a "found" wheelchair and two Police officers.

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Hi "Roy"! I loved your story! Micky is definately with the Lord in Paradise and

keeping her eye on YOU! I know without a doubt that's true because my Dad

helped me take care of my mother - his beloved Helen.

Here's the story about how they met :

My father was a handsome fellow and he had alot of women chasing after him

before, during, and after the war. He was rather quiet & shy and when he came

home in '45, his buddies who were still in Germany wrote letters teasing him:

"Which one are you gonna marry Frank? or are you gonna keep 'em all dangling?".

Well, he didn't marry any of them. He had to wait till he met Helen.

When I asked my mother how they met, this is what she told me:

"Well, when I was teaching elementary school in Boston, I stopped to get

my car inspected & your father was at the same garage getting HIS car inspected

and he walked over & started talking to me."

(at this point I'd say: "C'mon MA!!! Dad just started talking to you???)

"Yes, and then he asked me out to the movies"

( Dad asked you OUT!!! And what did you say, Ma?)

"I said OK"

(MA!!! You said OK??? How could you do THAT? You'd just met him! )

"Things were different then, dear. Your father was a gentleman"

(OK so what happened after you went out?)

Two weeks later, he asked me to marry him.

(TWO WEEKS!!! Ma, what did you say?)

" I said: "Well Frank, I'll have to think about it."

(Then what Ma?)

"We picked out an engagement ring the next month on Dec 7th."

(Well Ma, you certainly didn't think about it very long. You meet this STRANGER

on oct 31st - Halloween for goodness sake! and then you get engaged on Pearl

Harbor Day. I'm surprised Dad didn't make you get married on the anniversary

of D-day!")

"No, but we did get married in June, 6 months later."

My parents were married June 28th 1952 and I was born

the following May. My dear Dad passed away 31 years to the day he met Helen

on Oct 31st 1982.

My mother was scheduled for emergency bypass surgery on Dad's birthday in 1996.

I remember praying: "Now look Daddy, I know you'd like to have Ma as a birthday present,

but FORGET IT! You can't have her yet. I need her down here with me!".

My mother came through surgery with flying colors that day & I was blessed to have her with me 8 more years. Frank waited along time to have his Helen back with him & I know

his joy is complete now.

Here's a photo they took in one of those old photo booths when they were on their

honeymoon. My father looks like the cat that swallowed the canary! He was with the woman

that he'd love for the rest of his life.

all the very best!!

Mary Ann