childhood memories of war, re-posted from September 2016

This post originally was published here on SOMETIMES in September of 2016. I will re-post it today in keeping with a post by fellow blogger Ginsberg420, also re-blogged today.

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Perhaps the most vivid memories of nursery tales were not of bunnies or bantering fairies…but of War and its aftermath.     We here in the United States did not suffer the horrors that children in other countries did, the bombings and air raids and worse.   But such accounts were very much vicariously present.    And directly following the Hot War followed the Cold War, with its insidious psychological terror.

I was eleven when World War II ended in 1945.    What I write here are my impressions as a child.

Here in the Cleveland, Ohio area we had three major daily newspapers in Cleveland,
in the 1940s-1950s.    Subtlety was not a virtue to our dueling newspapers, bent on gathering new and worse  predictions and statistics to entertain and scare the heck out of the readership.     Everyone read the papers…there was no television in the vast majority  of our homes, and except for newsreel productions in the movie…

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The tyranny of fear, reblogged from “420 ways to reach the sun.”

(Here is a new-to-me site I found yesterday. I really like the site, theme and layout, and especially the content. This article on the inconsistencies and idiocracies of politics and the “will of people.”   I really relate to what the author says., and the way in which she writes. I have written elsewhere about my personal experience with fear and sanitation of war back in the 1940s when young children knew all about the chances of surviving a nuclear blast and could discuss it sensibly. ( I will re-post my Me and the War next.)  Thank you, ginsberg420!   🙂

Sound of Fear

Sound of Fear

A BOOM!
muffled but of notice
gives pause when heard
on a quiet afternoon.

Wondering–
would I be so complacent
if I were on the other
side of the world?

Would I calmly, momentarily
look up from my page in wonder
and contemplate the source of the BOOM!
“a backfire?  Or distant thunder?”

Or would the BOOM! resounding
warn of something more sinister…
stirring a shiver of fear
or a clutch at my heart?

Would I dash to the window
to pull down the shade
and make sure all the cats
were safely under the bed?

Would I be as sure and content
that the BOOM! was innocuous
and merely a sound–instead of
a terror quaking the ground?

© Sometimes, 2015