Hello to those
of you who read my comments about the Great Depression.
memories came about because my son Hal found and processed film my
husband had taken years ago. These
were of a group of friends, then young adults.
They were calling themselves the “Amicus” club – amicus
being Latin for “friend.
The club was
originally made up of teenagers who attended a Methodist church in
Baltimore but one of the friends was Catholic – so it became a
group of non-denominational friends.
My husband, Harold, was involved, and since we were then
“going together,” I was included.
We were one of the first to get married
We were a great
group for all sorts of things. We
rented a smallish boat, the “Miss Hattie,” since Baltimore is
not too far from the Chesapeake Bay, we found ourselves a flag there
that had been the inspiration for Francis Scott Key writing “The
Star Spangled Banner” during the Civil War [sic]
. [The War of 1812 – S. K. Smith]
Another time we
had a picnic in the nearest mountain to Baltimore.
(I must find a map to see if the mountain is part of the
range closest to Washington D.C)
Because that is where then President Eisenhower began the
Presidential retreat – he called it “Shangra La.”
Only he also called it “Camp David.”
(His grandson was “David.”)
“Our” picnic spot was in the same mountain range – it
was a public area miles away from Camp David.
Most of the
people in this particular picture were members of the Amicus Club,
but I recognized two as potential members, who came to the picnic
but never really joined. They
were college friends, Ben and Caroline.
[They are circled in the picture – S. K. Smith]
He was outstanding in college - actually she was a nurse in a
During World War
II men who had taken advanced ROTC were commissioned as officers, so
my husband was one of them. He
was in a group of men who landed in North Africa near Casablanca.
He also served for a short time in Sicily, then the troops
were transferred to England, waiting for the invasion of France.
That was when he waded ashore on D + 4.
From there, there was fighting inland.
Paris was liberated. The
troops advanced to the Hurtgen Forest.
had advanced from England to Paris, where Supreme Headquarters was
located. I am not sure
of his rank then. But he
wrote to Caroline to find out were my Harold was – I wrote
immediately – (all this back and forth was postal.)
I learned later that Ben showed up, told Harold to get his
things and they headed for Paris!
I think one of the things Harold was most grateful for was
the chance to take a bath!
The war was
finally over, but it took time for the troops to get home – they
came as they had departed – by boat.
I don’t know were they landed but Harold got a train to get
to Baltimore – I last saw him at Ft. Bragg was October 13, 1942
and the next time I saw him 3 years all but 2 days later.
We decided to
take a real honeymoon (the first was a 3 day trip to New York.)
So we drove from Baltimore to California – a patched inner
tube held up nicely – And arrived back in Baltimore on Christmas
Eve. – a fine time to restart our life together.