I found this photo today. It is my husband in the sailor suit with his sister, grandparents and uncle. Wrapped around the photo was a handwritten note:
"June 12th or thereabouts- I had come to the farm (in Bellaire) to say goodbye to Edgar as he was going into the service. On the way up from Brighton on the bus on June 6th, the State Police stopped the bus and the word "invasion" spread through the bus in a whisper." (written by my husband’s Mother)
Normandy Invasion…June 6th 1944. It gave me chills to find this little bit of first hand account. Everyone knew someone or lots of people who were in that war. I know my husband’s Mother certainly did.