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(The limit is 25 children per one lifeguard, so they had to wait until someone left before they could come in.) When I see crowded pools, I always think that such a photo could never have been taken when I was a child in the 1940s in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, because all our mothers forbade us to gather in groups for fear of catching polio -- especially in a pool.
When the polio epidemics, which always came in summer, were particularly bad we couldn't even play with other children in our neighborhood.
Of course by the 1950's, air raid drills were replaced with bomb shelters and practicing what to do (hide under our desks) when Russia dropped H-bombs on us.
In Shorewood, where we lived, most of the neighbors were of German background and, according to my parents, the FBI came around asking if the neighbors were holding meetings or singing war-like songs or doing anything suspicious. Listening to the big mahogany console radio that still had bite marks from my teething days on its corner...trying to get a clear connection with Edward R.
The book dealt with concentration camps and the Holocaust and the diary of Anne Frank, as well as telling about a little Jewish girl from Austria whose mother sewed money for their escape into her rag doll.
The book told about the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the little Japanese girl, Sadako, who tried to fold a thousand paper cranes, thinking that would counter the leukemia she got from the radiation of the A-bomb.
A decade later, when I was a junior or senior at U Cal Berkeley, (so it must have been 1962 or '63), we all gathered near Sather Gate and were each handed a sugar cube soaked in the Sabin vaccine in a tiny paper cup, and the fear of polio became only a memory.
That evening, at a cocktail party at the other end of town, Ahmed was there.
He stood, a broad smile on his unshaven face, and a white carnation in the buttonhole of a coat that had been a hand-me-down from one of my uncles and was now grubby and frayed.
(She finished 664 paper cranes before she died and the children at her school folded the rest and brought them to her funeral.) World War II clearly affected children in Europe and the South Pacific far more grievously than it did American children, especially those of us in the Midwest, although nearly everyone had a relative fighting "over there." But reading about Molly's fictitious life brought back many small details of childhood in the Forties-- such as ration books with stamps for our meat, sugar and butter.
We saved and re-used all grease from the frying pan and butter was replaced with a tasteless margarine that had to have yellow color mixed into it.
Not only did Ahmed know by name everyone who went in and out of my grandparents’ home, he could get about more quickly on his one good leg than most people could by car.