In thinking back on those forces that were important in my life. I
thought particularly of war and wars, and I thought particularly of the
movies. In terms of the war or wars, I guess its important to recognize,
or it is for me, that I was born in 1918 in a war, and I married in 1942
in a war. And by strange situation which I think was certainly part of
the South, even the Civil War was a significant part of my life. It's
hard to believe, but in New Bern, North Carolina in the 1920s and the
1930s, children were still very much involved in memorializing the Civil
War and in honoring the Civil War dead. One of the strongest memories I
have as a child is that of marching with other little girls on
Confederate Memorial Day, which was May 10. We were dressed in white
dresses, carrying red roses. We marched to the cemetery, dropped these
roses on the Confederate Monument, and sang this marvelous song, which I
can almost sing today, and covered them over with beautiful flowers.
Now, that went on all the way through high school. In fact if I tried to
put it in a chronology, I would say it went on until World War II. And
so much of it was done by women. These were the strong women in the
social and cultural life of the town who organized the United Daughters
of the Confederacy, organized the Children of the Confederacy. They saw
to it that we were brought up knowing that poem, "The Sword of Lee,"
singing the songs that were supposed to
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the war, and being very conscious of the great sacrifices made by the
men of the South. Then the first World War, at the time when I was born,
I had a unique situation in the town of New Bern because my father was
overseas serving in France. I was, according to the newspaper, the first
war baby born in New Bern. In a very small town where everybody knew
everybody else, my mother said that was a very important event. People
came to the hospital to see this little baby whose father was in France.
When the nurse pushed the carriage out later on, there was much to-do
about this little baby who was born then. So my father came back from
France when I was six months old. When he returned, he organized or
began with other men to organize the National Guard. So I grew up seeing
parades on Armistice Day, which was November 11, of seeing men in
uniform, not particularly hearing stories of World War I. That was not
really part of my background. The men didn't tell stories of the war,
but we were constantly honoring the dead, seeing men and little boys in
uniforms. All of the little brothers in the different families had
little soldier uniforms that they wore. And then in 1941 came Pearl
Harbor. Two years before that we had had the draft, and I was married in
1942 to a man in uniform and in a sense was faced with another war. So
somehow or other the glory, the sense of duty as it related to war, was
a strong thread in the messages that I received from the community, from
friends and family. I never had really tied that all together until now,
but I think it was important.