Wearing the Cape, 1941 Style

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In honor of Veterans Day, we are  proud to bring you this guest post on patriotism from Ted Ashburn of Boston, MA:

Guest blog icon      A number of years ago while at home on break from college, I happened to come across a framed newspaper clipping in the attic of my family’s home that I had never seen before.  It was a very modest presentation: a simple off-gold, 16×18 frame containing a red mat with a thin inner blue border.  Within the borders, copied onto long-since yellowed paper, was a small article from what I would soon realize was a December 1941 edition of my hometown’s newspaper The Kokomo Tribune.  There were also a number of signed messages of acclaim on the yellowed paper surrounding the article.  These messages were from the former Mayor of my hometown (Kokomo, IN), the newspaper’s owner and various local military leaders among others.  The title of this short article was “Patriotism.”

I read the article, then I read it again.  After I read it a third time, I was in tears.  I could not believe what I was reading, yet I could.  I was not at all surprised by the actions that were described in the text, but I was shocked that it was just simply lying in an attic.  It deserved to be displayed proudly.  It read as follows:

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Just like American Solders, these American girls served without question, asking only to do this “bit” for their Country. – Sgt. Whitehead

My compliments to these two fine Kokomo young ladies who served this country so well during a war emergency. – Henry E. Tisdale, Lt. Col. F A U.S.A., Commanding Indiana District

 America at its best with the youth, both the boys and the girls doing a grand job. – J. S. Kileline

 Sure it happened here.  What else did you expect. – P. L. Haworth, Commander, American Legion

 The heading is enough.  “Patriotism.” – William W. Workman, Postmaster

 It is indeed a privilege to have the opportunity to publish this type of action on the part of all good Americans. – R. H. Blacklidge, Owner, The Kokomo Tribune

 I am happy this example of typical Kokomo Americanism has been noted. – Harold G. Frieland, Mayor

You can tell what service is best?  This is how victories are won. – Glenn R. Hillis

It was a privilege to write this story. – McSeel, Reporter

My parents operated their own construction company and made a wonderful home together.  Both have lived all of their lives in the small town in which they were born.  They were high school sweethearts.  Drafted into the Army in 1943, my father proposed to my mother from overseas while in the service, and they married soon after he returned in 1946.  They then made their own way together by starting and building a construction business and raising a family where morals, the importance of hard work and manners were taught by example every day.  To me, they are the best examples of what it means to be an American I have ever encountered.

I have never been able to read this article without being moved to tears.  You see, Mary Schleeter was my mother’s maiden name, and she was 16 years old at the time the events in this short article took place.  This framed newspaper clipping is now displayed proudly in my home, and my mother, who is now 90 years old, continues to insist that her and her friend Mary Jo’s actions on Monday, December 8, 1941 were “no big deal.”  This is just one example of how Tom Brokaw’s The Greatest Generation “Wore the Cape” when it needed to in 1941.

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The Start of Something Good: Guest Blogs!

Guest blog iconWe are so excited to begin featuring blogs from YOU. By sharing your stories, it’s our hope that others will be inspired to Wear the Cape, too – because we can’t teach kindness on our own! It’s learned through experience. By seeing through the eyes of many, we will all have better perspective.

Our first installment comes from Cindy of New Jersey:

I experienced a true Wear the Cape moment a few months ago. My daughter and I were at Shop Rite, doing our weekly routine of buying groceries. It’s usually a rushed experience since we are always on the go and heading somewhere – but this day was different. My 6-year-old decided that she wanted to help bag the food, so I said, “Sure! That would be a huge help, and I’d love that.” Because she took that job on, I had the chance to stand there and just hang out for a few moments. I could have picked up my phone to check email, but for some reason I didn’t.

In those five calm minutes I noticed a couple at the register next to me. They looked older, tattered and a little unsettled – I was interested in what was happening (read: I can be nosy!), so I kept my eye on them and the woman at the register. Before I knew it, I realized that their bill was more than what they could pay. I quickly looked at what was left to be bagged: essentials like toilet paper, soap, chicken, milk, etc. I heard the cashier say, “I am sorry but you’re going to have to put some of this back, because what you gave me isn’t enough to cover the bill.” 

I didn’t even think twice; I walked over to the register and said, “I would like to pay the rest of their bill.” My daughter, in her very loud (normal) voice exclaimed, “Mom, what’s happening? What are you doing?” I ignored her for a moment and pulled out my credit card to pay the bill so they could take everything home. I looked at the man and woman, now hugging and he was crying. His wife buried her head in his chest and didn’t say anything. With tears in his eyes, he whispered, “Thank you.”

The woman at the register turned to me and said, “I have worked here for 10 years and no one has ever done that…and believe me, we have people come through here weekly that have to return items.” I thought, “That is just not right!”

To top it off, the woman behind me grabbed my arms and looked me in the eye and said, “You are an angel. Wonderful things will come back to you, and you will be blessed.” I said to her, “Look at my daughter, and I have a son at home…I am already blessed!”

Without even realizing it, I had just taught everyone around me a lesson:

  • The struggling older couple now believes there are people in this word who are willing to help.
  • The cashier realized that there are still good people in the world.
  • And my favorite: My daughter watches me every day and learns from MY actions. She watched it all happen right before her eyes and couldn’t stop talking about it the entire way home (she, of course, told my son and husband), and she still talks about “the old couple that had no money that my mommy helped” – spoken by a true six-year-old. With one act of kindness, I made a lifelong impact. Your kids watch you every day, too – what a great thing to be able to teach an important lesson without saying a word at all!

The purpose of my story is to share that, in a moment’s notice, without giving enough time to talk yourself out of it, you can not only give someone dinner for one night, but change their perspective of the world! Be someone that changes the world – we can do it one person at a time.

Many thanks to Cindy for kicking off our Guest Blog feature! Please send us your stories, too. It takes a community to teach kindness.