{"id":2724,"date":"2010-05-12T21:46:59","date_gmt":"2010-05-13T02:46:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=2724"},"modified":"2010-05-12T21:46:59","modified_gmt":"2010-05-13T02:46:59","slug":"when-grandma-was-a-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100512-2724.htm","title":{"rendered":"When Grandma was a girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever stopped to wonder what life was like when your grandma was a girl?<\/p>\n<p>Have you ever stopped to wonder what your <em>grandma<\/em> was like when she was a girl?<\/p>\n<p>Somehow, I think we can be tempted to look at pictures from the past and hear the stories our grandparents tell and forget that once upon a time they really were children.  My grandparents weren&#8217;t just once a miniature grandma and grandpa.  They were children, with childish ways of looking at the world and childish dreams and aspirations.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d never really thought about it until one day when I was poking through my grandma&#8217;s old papers and found a composition notebook from her health class&#8211;in the 1940s.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><img src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/20100512-1.jpg.jpg\" alt=\"Health Book\"  width=\"300\" \/><\/div>\n<p>Reading her penned notes in the margins, I suddenly became aware of grandma as a girl.<\/p>\n<p>World War 2 was raging, and Grandma was apparently quite caught up in the war effort.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hitler is horrid, abominable, cruel and absolutely detestable&#8221; she wrote in a fit of zeal.  She wasn&#8217;t at all fond of the axis powers&#8211;and didn&#8217;t think they deserved a capital letter.  No &#8220;Axis&#8221; for Carol Marie Pierce.  She&#8217;d write it &#8220;axis.&#8221;  And she declared, &#8220;Let&#8217;s not bury out hatchets till we bury the axis.&#8221;  In another location, she wrote that &#8220;Hirohito, Mussolini, Hitler: ought to be shot.&#8221;  <em>Shot<\/em> was underlined no less than four times&#8211;and her parenthetical statement (&#8220;They will be too&#8221;) afterwards indicated her confidence in the Allied troups.  <\/p>\n<p>Her patriotism cam out as she scrawled &#8220;V for Victory&#8221; and &#8220;U.S. strongest nation in the World&#8221;.  Douglas MacArthur, who apparently was somewhere in Australia, must have been a hero, for Grandma penned a short note to him and Mrs. MacArthur: &#8220;I admire your courage.&#8221; She encouraged others to support the war effort, with her injunction to &#8220;Buy War Bonds and Stamps.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s not to say that all her notes were about the war.  She used her best cursive to write out her full name &#8220;Carol Marie Pierce&#8221; and location &#8220;Walnut, Neb&#8221;.  She wrote of her dislike of studying health.  And on occasion, she realized that her brackets could make a nice little face&#8211;and spent several lines drawing bracket faces.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><img src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/05\/20100512-2.jpg.jpg\" alt=\"Bracket Faces\"  width=\"300\" \/><\/div>\n<p>It&#8217;s odd.  That face looks familiar.  I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ve seen it before.  In fact, I&#8217;ve drawn it before.<\/p>\n<p>And suddenly I realize that my grandma was once a girl&#8211;just like me.<\/p>\n<p><br clear=\"all\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Have you ever stopped to wonder what life was like when your grandma was a girl? Have you ever stopped to wonder what your grandma was like when she was a girl? Somehow, I think we can be tempted to look at pictures from the past and hear the stories our grandparents tell and forget &#8230; <a title=\"When Grandma was a girl\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2010\/20100512-2724.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">When Grandma was a girl<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2724"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2724"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2724\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2724"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2724"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2724"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}