Tomorrow, When the World is Free

“The war in Europe was winding down and it looked like it would soon be over. On May 8, Victory in Europe was declared and we celebrated V-E Day. Botts [Blackstone], my boss, did not like to give holidays any time except the traditionally observed and did not see any reason for businesses to close or people to take off. The churches were having services that day and many places were closing, and I pouted until he finally told me to go on home.

“It was a joyous time and a sad time, as we thought of all the thousands who would not be coming home. Then there was the realization that the war in the Pacific was still going on, and no one knew how many of those coming home from Europe would be sent straight to the Pacific. We felt sure John [Stott] would since he had not been in Europe too long, and Russell kept hearing rumors that the 45th might go on to the Pacific. John did come home after the war in Europe was over and was sent on to the Pacific.

Sara on Easter, 1944

“Russell was counting his points which added up to a discharge and sweating it out in Europe waiting to come home, but the wait stretched out until September. Everyone at home was gearing up for the return of the boys and looking forward to peace time and hoping the Pacific war was also coming to an end. Then in August President Truman announced that the atomic bomb had been dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and that the world was at peace. The Commercial Appeal ran huge black headlines, ‘World at Peace,’ and people everywhere went wild celebrating in the cities. It was still hard to believe that after hearing about war since it started in Europe in 1939 we could now say that it was all over.”

About sec040121

Hello....I'm in possession of a priceless collection of memoirs and memorabilia left by my mother, Sara Evans Criss. She was a native and lifelong (88 years!) devotee of our small town, who covered this peculiar and volatile corner of the world for 30 years as the Memphis Commercial Appeal's Greenwood bureau chief, a job that started out with debutantes and high school football and wound up spang in the midst of one of the twentieth century's most enduring social upheavals. This blog is dedicated to her memory and the legacy she left behind, both for her family and her community.
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