Barbara A. Seixas, nee Schreiber
The Year was 1941. I was five years old and the youngest of three. My brother Buzz Schreiber was 21 years old; he worked for the
Then came the day that we should never forget,
As children we did our part to help the war effort. Tin was in short supply and very much needed. Empty clean tin cans from home were flattened with the top and the bottom removed and placed on the inside of the can. We brought as many of these flattened cans as we could and placed them in a bin to be picked up later by an official from the Department of the Army. All foil, even that from a stick of gum, was amassed into a ball and also brought to school and put into a bin. Fridays were special because they were Red Cross days. Everyone wanted to sport a white pin with a red cross on his or her lapel. This was the much-coveted reward for contributing one dime to help the sick and the wounded. It was very important to us to feel like we were helping in some small but significant way.
Daily life had also changed at home. Sugar was in short supply. People stood for hours in lines to obtain a single chicken. There was no butter. Instead, there was a white lard-like substance with a packet of yellow food coloring to resemble that much coveted commodity.
We had a car and were very fortunate that my parents worked for the Long Island Railroad. That meant that we were given increased allotments for tires and gasoline. That really came in handy as one day our car was found near the
During the evening the ladies spent many hours knitting mittens, hats, socks and sweaters all in olive green or navy blue to be sent to warm our soldiers. The Red Cross furnished the skeins which the children held while their elders rolled the yarn into balls.
The air raid drills disturbed both our evenings and our sleep. My job was to drop a cloth over the lit dial of the radio to block out all light. Everyone had something to do to make sure that total darkness prevailed in the event of an air strike.
Candy was always in short supply, especially chocolate candy bars. When a shipment of chocolate bars arrived at the local candy store, which was called
Banners with stars hung in windows throughout the village signifying young men and women in uniform far away from home. Our home was no different. A star on a banner hung with honor in our window for Bobby my other brother, who served over twenty years in the United States Navy. And now again, we find ourselves with our young men and women in uniform far away from home and fighting for freedom. God bless them and God bless