Saturday, April 21, 2007


The following series of posts comprise a memoir my father, Jim Nicholson, wrote about the first twenty-eight years of his life.
If you read it, you'll see the majority of it concerns his time in the Navy; much of it about service in the Pacific during World War II. Most of Dad's memories here were reinforced by log books he kept as a radioman/ tail gunner on a torpedo plane (TBF), flying off aircraft carriers.
I've had this memoir since he wrote it in the mid-90's. I'd read it a couple of times, but was recently asked to show it to a journalist writing a story about those who served during that war. In re-reading it this time, I found the stories much more compelling than before. Perhaps because telling these stories seems to come easier to Dad now than it did earlier in my life, so this account provides detail, texture, timeline and context to some of what I've heard in more recent years. Perhaps because it's easy to realize that the opportunity to hear firsthand accounts of life in America during the first half of the twentieth century are becoming rarer every day. Perhaps it's because I'm now a father myself, and only now can truly appreciate the hard work and sacrifices of my father, my mother, and many, many more of their generation, who have made their children's lives much easier than their own.
I post this as a tribute to my folks and an archive of their stories. If you or someone you know or love find something of relevance here, I welcome your comments, corrections, additions, and personal stories.

1 comment:

Bobby MacP said...

I discovered your blog while researching the storm on June 6 19945. Like you, I lost my World War 2 Dad before I could really appreciate his stories. Frankly, he died too young (66z). But I found a box of letters he had written to his mother during his short time in the Navy and I published them privately for the family. Looking at his words and thoughts from 1945 and 1946 was like opening a window to a world I never knew existed. Thank you for taking the time and effort (believe me I understand the effort) to share this.

Bob MacPherson