My vivid memories of the Second World War actually started a little before 1941. My mother and I visited her sister in EI Dorado, Arkansas, in August 1940. One Sunday my uncle drove us to Shreveport, Louisiana. We saw a great building project going on - more buildings than we could count - at Barksdale Air Force Base.
That was the first that we could imagine the United States in another world war. My uncle had been a field orderly for a field Army hospital in France in World War I and was dumfounded that we were to get into another terrible war.
In August 1941 came another indication that our involvement was getting closer: the Lend Lease Act. My hometown, Ponca City, Oklahoma, was selected as one of several training sites in the United States for a Darr School of Aeronautics.
We saw our first flight of British Empire pilot trainees. They arrived about every six weeks in groups of about 50. They came from all over the British Empire. On their first opportunity for weekend liberty, they all flocked to downtown Ponca in gray flannel double-breasted suits.
It didn't take long for townspeople to open their hearts and homes to all of them. I was 18 and in a business college as a student. We girls had great fun dating them. We danced, we picnicked and we went to the movies.
On December 7, 1941, I attended the Poncan Theatre with one of the cadets. As we walked the 15 blocks to my home for supper, we stopped at a cafe for hot chocolate.
That's when we learned Pearl Harbor had been bombed by Japan. My date was practically dancing on the table; as for me, I was like many in the room - stunned. But we all knew it meant the United States was in.
During that time, the Cuzalina's drugstore soda fountain was a popular place with cadets and dates. We Okies got a laugh when Mr. Cuzalina, who welcomed all who came, called to a group of cadets as they left the store, "Now you all come back." As a group, they turned and came back - right then!
Jane Curtis Waldroop
Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then Capper’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from Capper’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.