A Girl from NJ Remembers the War Years


How can I remember so much?

Lynne Coppoletta  b. 1940

I was born in 1940 in Newark and then moved to Union  where the memories of the war click in. How can I remember so much?

Lynne, mother Helen, brother Eugene

The dark green light blocking shades.
Daddy’s head lights half blocked.
The running board and rumble seat.
The excitement in the streets on VE and VJ day.
Mixing the ‘butter’ at my neighbor’s house. (Don’t know what we used)
Saving the ‘tinfoil’ from gum wrappers.
Party lines at Unionville 2 5057 J
Mom giving me twenty five cents to walk to the store (Heavens, she’d be in jail today) for a few slices of bologna.
Johnny ride a pony – hide and seek – kick the can – sleigh riding on the street in winter – freedom to roam all over the neighborhood.
My first portable radio – looked like a big lunch box.
Climbing and falling out of many trees…..guess I was a real tomboy.

Oh, and I do remember going to the old, old, Newark airport to mail packages to my Uncle Joe who was a cook (chef) in the Navy in the Pacific. (I still have his hat from 1939.) I remember all the things he brought home….a piece of a Japanese Zero, a hand grenade, a bloody Japanese flag.


Lynne at 2 1/2 years old

Wow, as I said I born in 1940. It’s now 2017. That’s a lot of years!




Children of the 30’s – “The Last Ones” A Short, Generational Memoir

This post introduced our blog in April.  It’s a special post about those who came of age in the 1940s and early 50s,  “the Last Ones.” We are the last ones who personally experienced the scarcity of the depression, the patriotism during World War II and the exuberance in that brief, post-war period when we felt safe and when the middle class was born.  Your stories are special. Post your stories here.  I’ll share them.

Excerpted  from “A Memoir from the Homeland 1941-1955 ©  C. D. Peterson
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Born in the 1930s, we exist as a very special age cohort.  We are the “last ones.”  We are the last, climbing out of the depression, who can remember the winds of war and the war itself with fathers and uncles going off.  We are the last to Children of the 30'sremember ration books for everything from sugar to shoes to stoves.  We saved tin foil and poured fat into tin cans.  We saw cars up on blocks because tires weren’t available.  My mother delivered milk in a horse drawn cart.

Children of the 30'sWe are the last to hear Roosevelt’s radio assurances and to see gold stars in the front windows of our grieving neighbors.  We can also remember the drama of “D Day” and the parades in August 1945; VJ Day.
We saw the ‘boys’ home from the war build their cape style houses, pouring the cellar, tar papering it over and living there until they could afford the time and money to build it out.

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Disruption on the Home Front

Rosie the Riveter and the Stay at Home Mom

World War II disrupted not only world order, but order here on the Home Front.  Industries which had made consumer goods like cars and appliances shifted over to wartime production. Everyday routines were disrupted by rationing and blackouts.

But no groups were more disrupted than women and blacks.  (Excluding, of course the terrible disruption of Japanese Americans interred in camps.)

For many women, the primary disruption was the removal of men – husbands, fathers, brothers, sons – from their lives.  A substantial number of women not only entered the workforce for the first time, but many found that they enjoyed the feeling of competence and independence a job provided.  Rossie the Riveter became an icon.

A second, and longer lasting, disruption occurred when men came home expecting that life would return to pre-war norms but were confronted by wives who chose to remain working.

Employers had become accustomed to women in the work force and now, with the post-war economic boom, the door for women’s’ opportunities was nailed open.

In 1941 the percentage of women who worked outside the home was 25%, mostly in low level clerical work, or as nurses and teachers.  In one generation that percentage doubled and today is estimated at 70+%.

For more on this,  I’m re-sending, below, an earlier blog post from last April.

If you have a story about women on the home front, please send it along.




The Short, Mythical Era of the Stay at Home Mom

Ah, the stay at home mom!  The 1950s, a time when moms stayed home and baked cookies and all was perfect.  It’s a myth.  What was your experience?  Did you have a stay at home Mom or were you, like so many, a latchkey kid, outside, finding out about the world on your own?
Post your growing up stories – or just a comment – here.  I’ll share them!

Those were the days.  Dad went off to work while Mom stayed home and took care of the house.

stay at home mom

She helped out at the PTA.  She baked cookies for the kids.  She was always there when they came home from school.  That’s the way it used to be.  That’s how it should be. That’s the way it always was.

No, it wasn’t.  That idealized image did exist, but only for a short time, maybe little over a decade.  Like so many things, this phenomenon requires going back to the WWII era.  In the early 1940s the 25% of women working outside the home mostly followed traditional roles as teachers, nurses, and office assistants though some worked in sewing and other factories.

stay at home moms in the 1950s
photo re make of Rosie the riveter fron world war 2

By 1945, at the height of the war, about one third of women worked outside the home, the increase caused by their working in war production factories. 
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