Based on the novel HAVENWOOD Tales Beginnings by D.J. Houston
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~ In Honor of My Father on Memorial Day ~
Life Journey Memoir
My first pearl appeared the summer I turned six, not long after Daddy and Uncle Arthur returned from the Second World War.
It was a time of new necessity for Man. For despite any halt to the march of evil, that war had turned humanity inside out when the white-hot specter of an atom bomb shocked and awed a pre-dawn New Mexico desert and twice carried death to Japan.
Yet no one could begin to grasp the consequences; it was too impossible to confront that such a thing as an atom bomb could ever happen in the first place.
Even after the war, top-secret scientists kept right on with the military to convince each other, time and again, that bombs do, indeed explode, while regular Joe civilian had no clue of such experiments. And anyone who might have been aware felt powerless to stop them. So they did nothing.
Post-WW II Heartland America
Families were reunited with their military loved ones the world over, and did what they could to reorient them to whatever became of their lost years at home.
Most made the transition; all were scarred. But I’d like to think it was easier for the battle-weary to recover in a place like Havenwood . . .
Livestock and chickens and barns and crops and bank accounts needed tending, leaving little time to ruminate about the war. And with new enterprises springing up as manufacturing shifted to producing wares and gadgets for the new Consumer Age, earning opportunities outside the home soon grew abundant for adults and young folks alike.
Not that play wasn’t fun and important to youth back then; if anything, a crippling Great Depression with a Second World War on its heels had led Americans of every age to value their freedoms and pleasures more than ever.
But work is its own reward. If you don’t believe me, ask someone who has none. And with more choices that come to a freer people, we could enjoy work more than ever, too.
All the kids I knew did chores, before and after school. And those who had already proven themselves as volunteers for war efforts on the home front had a long leg up when it came to getting hired for the paying jobs.
With no TV screens to spectate at for hours on end, and decades yet before the advent of ubiquitous shopping mall arcades, video games, and personal phones and computers, young people tended to play hands-on at the game of growing up.
They practiced the real deal with real people, in an insular world without internet . . .
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Author, D.J. Houston
Copyright©2007, 2013 D.J. Houston. All Rights Reserved.
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Lovely work! I really get the feel of how it was back then. Looking forward to more. I’m signing up for Stay Tuned!
Thank you, and thanks for subscribing. I hope you enjoy more tales and adventures from Havenwood, especially since they happened to ME
[...] when the factory whistles blew and blew and church bells rang out everywhere, and everybody in America hugged and kissed and honked their horns and threw parades, laughing and crying and shouting, “Victory! Victory! Victory! The War is over!” [...]
Wonderful tale! Very soothing and pleasant reading.
Happy to share these memories of Havenwood and times of calm between the storms of life with you, Miss Susan!
Your artist’s eye for soothing beauty is always welcome here
Your Friend Trudie – Narrator HAVENWOOD TALES
[...] during those few fleeting years between wars in mid-20th Century Heartland America, life was simply safer for a child – especially for a curious and outspoken one like me [...]
Your stories take me back to a time I know and love – even though I don’t remember them. The stories make me FEEL like I remember them well. I’m right there! Thanks!
- Sally Nutter
Hello Miss Sally Nutter! I’m glad you like feeling my stories. I think my author D.J. Houston feels the same way – I do her remembering for her
She said tell you she hopes all the pieces fall together for you in unexpected ways as you enjoy our books to come!
Your True Friend,
Trudie – Narrator HAVENWOOD TALES
Here’s to the good men and women of our armed forces who actually DO their job in spite of it all! Thanks for your tribute. Pretty stunning and healing at the same time.
Just glad my wife has her own subscription to Havenwood Tales now so she quit trying to share my computer
She’s planning to buy her own copies of all your books, too!
Your Fan Sam
Hey there, Sam! That’s great news, D.J. will love hearing it
I was older when I told her my end of this story. Too much for me to realize as a kid. I just knew my daddy and uncles were making the world a safer place for us.
Your Friend and Fan,
Trudie McAfee the Narrator
[...] during those fleeting years between wars, in mid-20th Century Heartland America, life was safer for a child — especially for a curious and outspoken one like me [...]