In was
November 19th, 1944 in The Williamsport Hospital on a beautiful
Sunday afternoon. I had our first baby, a little boy. His dad was overseas, a soldier in
Italy. The doctor said, “Give me his
address. I will call and tell him he has a son.” Later the doctor came back and
said, “He’s in battle and I can’t reach him.
He is on the front lines.”
Then I cried
so many tears I drowned the hospital.
The doctor said, “I will try something else.” He left and later came back with good news. He asked the Red Cross and they got through
to him. The doctor told me, “Your husband
now knows he has a son.
Written by Deanie Rhone
March 12, 2011
Daddy was discharged from the Army in late October 1945. He didn't get home until the beginning of November and that's the first time he saw his son. Nana was so happy he made it home for Wayne's first birthday!
Wayne - 9 months old - 1945
Wayne - September 2013
Wow- it's amazing how vividly nana recalls this event, even after many years. Thanks so much for documenting this story and sharing it. Really makes me reflect on how nanas experience was so incredibly different than the birth of my first child; so very much more difficult, & how strong she had to be.
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