i keep finding these things in my old age reorganization.
These were in a 5×4 old, faded envelope. They are small, just over two inches wide and about two and half inches long. They are in remarkably good condition. I am pretty sure they are photos my father sent my mother or my aunt, his sister Naomi Martin. i am guessing they were taken in 1945 in the Philippines, but it could have been on Bougainville or Santa Isabel in the Solomon Islands, or New Guinea, or New Caledonia. But for some reason, it looks like Luzon to me where they landed on D+4 and where i stopped many times in Subic Bay. Perhaps it’s the native helper in camp or even more likely the monkey that gives me that idea.
To visit the past from far away and long ago:
Jim,
I really enjoyed these pictures. Let me as briefly as I can share a story with you about your father that I don’t think I’ve ever told you before. It was probably 1949 or 1950. We lived at Centerville (about halfway between Lebanon and Hartsville on Hwy 141). My mother, my oldest sister and I were coming back from a dental appointment in Hartsville when my mother wrecked our 1948 Pontiac which my parents had recently purchased from Hankins and Smith. (No one hurt, just tore up the front end of the car when it ran into the bank on the side of the road.) After it was towed to Hankins and Smith to be repaired, my Daddy and I were back in the shop with Jimmy Jewell. Your father was very concerned about our loss and sympathetic, saying to Daddy as best I remember, “Sam, I’m so sorry this happened to you. We’ll do our best to get your car repaired with as little cost to you as we can.” I never was around your father much but he impressed me that day as being a very fine man.