On Mother’s Day: A Story About My Mother and WWII
Lenore Kunkel Whaley |
Both of my parents are dead now, but on Mother’s Day I got
to thinking about the following story having much to do with their lifelong
romance.
When I was 19 I was surprised one day when my mother told me
a story about her marriage to Dad (which occurred on December 13, 1941). It was a story I’d not heard before, and I
marvel at it still. To the best I can
remember it, it goes like this:
In the spring of 1941, my father, Robert Whaley, abandoned his
senior year of college at Indiana University to join the Army Air Corp (which
became the United States Air Force by the end of World War II). Like many young men who were joining the
services he knew that war was near and that Germany and Japan had to be
defeated. IU, motivated by the same
patriotic urge, gave all such seniors their degrees anyway. Dad was sent to Randolph Air Force Base near
San Antonio, Texas, where he received training as a pilot. In the meantime he was writing letters back to
his finance, Lenore Kunkel, with whom he’d fallen in love while they were in
high school together in Jasper, Indiana, a small town in the southern part of
the state.
Mom was one of nine children in a very Catholic family, and
she’d only been outside of Indiana once in her life when her uncle took her on
a business trip to Detroit. She was in
no way sophisticated, and at 23 she was as confused as everyone by the
complicated talk of war breaking out.
Dad sent her the money for a train ticket from Indiana to San Antonio so
that she could meet him there and get married before he was sent off to his
first duty assignment. In the first week
of December, 1941, her father drove her to the train station, she bought the
ticket, and with great foreboding, she boarded the train.
The train was packed with military men reporting for duty to
various spots and women doing just what she was doing, racing to get married in
strange locations. But for a young woman
who was on her own for the first time in her life, she was terrified by the
whole experience. Was this the right
thing to do? Cast off everything she
knew and risk her future in a time of war with a new husband who was jumping
into the thick of it? What would she do
in Texas, of all places? What if her
beloved Bobby was suddenly sent off to some foreign land—then what would become
of her? A devout Catholic, she did not
use birth control, and she might easily be pregnant and soon.
She told all of these fears to a young sailor she met on the
train, and he thought her whole story about meeting Dad when she was the head
cheerleader and he President of the Class in high school, and their subsequent
romance, was great stuff and very romantic.
She agreed with that, but romance wouldn’t solve all the problems and
worries that were bedeviling her. She
began to be convinced that this trip was a big mistake, and that she should
wait until Dad came back from the war before marrying him.
At Dallas the train stopped and she got off. She’d decided to get a ticket back to Indiana
and return to the safety of her true home.
But the young sailor saw her at the ticket window and asked her what she
was doing. When she told him, he took
her by the arm and led her away from the ticket window. “Look,” he told her, “you’ve forgotten
something.” “What?” she asked, defiant. “You’ve
forgotten that at the end of this journey is a man who loves you more than
anything in the world, and it will certainly break his heart if you don’t get arrive
in San Antonio tonight.” That made her
burst into tears, and, sobbing, she and the sailor reboarded the train.
Things happened fast after that. Dad met her in San Antonio by sweeping her off
her feet in delight on seeing her again after months of being apart, the Japanese
invaded Pearl Harbor the next day (which led to a declaration of war), and they
were married on December 13th at the base chapel on Randolph Air
Force Base (where, by coincidence, Dad would end his military career 27 years
later when he retired from the Air Force).
Below is the only picture of the two of them taken on the day of their
marriage, a marriage that lasted until Dad died in Texas in 1980.
As an Air Force wife, my mother became a world traveler. She lived all over the globe, routinely moved from place to place without worrying about it, and swore she’d never live in Jasper, Indiana, again. That proved to be wrong (she died there in 1985), but she lived an incredibly fulfilling life with a wonderful man. And even late in life she was still grateful to that young sailor.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
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sweet post!
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