My dad's mother died last fall. She grew up in England during the Depression and served in uniform in World War II; I've discussed her service in a previous post.
I'm fortunate to have inherited decades of listening to nana's stories. This Thursday I get to share them.
My principal has agreed to fund a substitute for me while I share her stories with 4 different US History classes at my school. I'll talk about the night Coventry was hit big, about what it was like to walk home after an air raid. I'll share nana's story about holding the equivalent rank of sergeant in the Auxiliary Territorial Service, a "women's arm" of the military--and about her service in a mixed-gender anti-aircraft battery. I'll share pictures, coins, and paper money.
For me, World War II isn't some black-and-white-picture war from a book. It was real, and I hope to make it real, and make it interesting, for 4 classes' worth of students this week.