Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Meet My Grandmother



Her name was Rosie. She raised three boys who would fight in WWII. One of them was my favorite uncle. He fought on Guadalcanal, Tarawa and Okinawa. He died years later from a fungal infection of the ear he picked up on Guadalcanal that eventually went to his brain. She lost two boys when they were one year old or less. She died from complications secondary to a tubal pregnancy in 1931. She was 41 years old. She is buried in Riverland Cemetery. My niece looks like my mom who in turn looked like Rosie. I like that her name was Rosie.



2 comments:

Katy Anders said...

There aren't a lot of Rosies anymore.

There aren't a lot of mothers of three boys who end up in a war these days, either.

I love old photographs...

The Donald said...

Like I always say, don't pick up ears on Guadalcanal...