Skip to content

Finding harmony across three generations as the daughter of a World War II C.O. married to a son of a World War II vet

June 14, 2013

Part I

Dedicated in loving memory of my father and father-in-law.

The harmony of my married life has been coming to terms with the very different backgrounds and life experiences of my father and family, and my husband’s father and family.

My husband’s father, Hershel William Davis, was born and raised a Methodist near Tuskegee, in southern Alabama in 1916.

My dad, Vernon U. Miller was born and raised a Mennonite in northern Indiana in 1917.

I’ll explore a little of the lives of these two men in a three-part blog post.

Hershel’s family used to attend a Methodist Camp meeting and church here at Little Texas, Alabama.

Little Texas Ala. Camp Meeting

Tabernacle at Little Texas, Ala.

There were five children in his family and they lived the hardscrabble lives of Alabama farmers. When 26-year-old Hershel was drafted during World War II, the army spelled it wrong and forever ever after he was known in veteran records as Herschel.

P1030280

One of the tragedies of Hershel’s life was that his mother, Betty Mae Yarborough, which according to her obituary came from “one of Macon County’s large and prominent families,” died while her son was overseas in World War II. Hershel was not able to come home for the funeral.

Betty Mae Yarborough

Hershel’s mother, Betty Mae Yarborough

Three years after Hershel died in 1998, we learned from some newly obtained letters how much this heartache grieved him. He had written regularly to Ruth Kerns Clatterbuck, a friend dating one of his friends. In 2001, Ruth contacted me because she was a frequent reader of my Another Way column and asked whether the Davis family wanted the letters Hershel had written since she was downsizing to an apartment and needed to get rid of things. She said she had written to Hershel out of friendship and patriotic duty.

P1030283

Letter from Hershel to Ruth, a friend.

Hershel most likely “hired” other men to pen his letters so they would be more legible, although some of the letters look like they may have been written by him. Here are some excerpts focusing on army camp life (he was initially stationed in Hawaii), and also the death of his mother.

Hershel in Hawaii.

Hershel in Hawaii.

April 1943. “Hello Ruth. You asked what I was doing [here] well, [to] tell the truth, it would be cut out or they would send the letter back telling me to write it over so see I am not allowed to tell anything; and speaking about working, we never know when we are going to be out from camp and Sunday is almost like Monday. Christmas Day we had to go out to work or go to church so I went to church but did not enjoy it at all.

(Hershel loved going to church. I remember him frequently saying, “If you don’t go to church on Sunday, it feels just like any other day.” Eventually the Davis family became Lutheran after he married Estella Hottinger.)

September 1943. “Well I guess you have heard about me losing my mother. Well it sure was a shock to me. … I hope your mother will soon be well and out again for I know when you lose your parents you have lost your best friend and my mother has passed on but I am proud she has gone in one way for from what everyone said she sure did suffer and from what the doctors say if she would have gotten well she would have never had her right mind and what hurt me so bad I couldn’t even go and it still worries me and think about home all the time.”

October 25, 1943. [Explaining more about his mother’s illness, which Ruth apparently had asked about]: “Well Ruth my mother was sick about four days and my dad had just come home [to Alabama] from a visit to Harrisonburg and when he arrived at my hometown mother was in the doctor office and went to Montgomery to the hospital and died down there. Well Ruth, you say cheer up but I just can’t and to know I have lost my mother and when I go home, she will not be there, and she would write me so often, I don’t hear from my sisters and brothers, guess I am not worth [it] … at least that is what I think.”

Eventually Hershel was wounded in combat on the island of Saipan and was sent home. This was the way he was brought up: this was what men did in time of war.

World War II was an example of a “just war” if there ever was one, for how could you seriously not want to halt the horrible advances and torture and mayhem of Hitler? So my father-in-law was a product of observing many of his family and friends serving “God and country” in military service. As he went off and endured the rigors and indignities of military training, missing his family, losing his mother and not being able to participate in her final services, all the horrors of war, watching his friends and comrades fight and die and then wounded himself—well, I must honor the sacrifices and commitment of my father-in-law—and his whole family, who never knew another way.

Two of Hershel’s sons later served in the Army; one as a MP in Germany and one as a medic in Vietnam. The medic was wounded too and more than just physically. He saw  children blown up who had been booby trapped by their fellow countrymen as part of guerilla warfare. Today this brother-in-law, even though he can be stern, is one of the most generous and kind-hearted guys I have ever seen, especially around small children. He’s a “dog whisperer” and a “kid whisperer.”

So this is the family I married into, after many long and sometimes heated discussions with my boyfriend and then fiance. Could our very different belief systems somehow harmonize: find a way to come together?

Check back tomorrow for Part II.

***

You can sign up for a free e-mail subscription to my Another Way newspaper column at www.thirdway.com/aw

Advertisements

From → Faith, Family Life

10 Comments
  1. Flo permalink

    Isn’t that what marriage is all about? Two people who love each other reconciling their two different views of life which was created by their upbringing.

  2. A beautiful response, Flo, thanks. It can be testy sometimes, but yet, I find I am happier as I express myself and we’re communicating. Love to hear your story sometime too!

  3. Hmm is anyone else having problems with the pictures on
    this blog loading? I’m trying to find out if its a problem on my end or if it’s the blog.
    Any feed-back would be greatly appreciated.

Trackbacks & Pingbacks

  1. Finding harmony across three generations as the daughter of a World War II C.O. married to a son of a World War II vet. Part II. | findingharmonyblog
  2. Finding harmony across three generations as the daughter of a World War II C.O. married to a son of a World War II vet. Part III | findingharmonyblog
  3. What Would Elisha Do? #MennoNerdsOnSyria | findingharmonyblog
  4. How one woman lost her label arriving at school on a different bus | findingharmonyblog
  5. Mountain family and food traditions just 3 generations back | findingharmonyblog
  6. How to Be a Mennonite Presbyterian | findingharmonyblog
  7. Getting Personal: Unexpected Gift of Mennonite World Conference 2015 | findingharmonyblog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Hickory Hill Farm

Blueberries, grapes, vegetables, and more

The Centrality and Supremacy of Jesus Christ

The Website & Blog of David D. Flowers

Cynthia's Communique

Navigating careers, the media and life

Missy's Crafty Mess

knitting, crochet, yarn dyeing, cross stitch, books, cats, and family recipes. My journey through grief and loss...

the practical mystic

spiritual adventures in the real world

Osheta Moore

Shalom in the City

Shirley Hershey Showalter

writing and reading memoir

Mennonite Girls Can Cook

A blog looking for harmony, grace and wisdom in many spheres of daily living.

mama congo

A blog looking for harmony, grace and wisdom in many spheres of daily living.

Irreverin

A blog looking for harmony, grace and wisdom in many spheres of daily living.

Roadkill Crossing

Writing generated from the rural life

wherelemonsblossom.wordpress.com/

The real Italy, as seen from the heart

Dinner of Herbs

Love for healthier foods.

Parenting And Stuff

Not a "how to be a great parent" blog

Sudesna (Sue) Ghosh

Author, Freelance Writer & Editor

Practicing Families

Real Faith. Real Life. Real Grace.

%d bloggers like this: