Peanuts by Charles Schulz for November 07, 2023

yay Grandma Van Pelt!

Nice shout out to all the “Rosey the Riveters” out there! Sadly there are very few from “The Greatest Generation” still around to thank but back when this strip first came out many were still alive like my Mom, my aunt and the countless others who helped out during war time.

Sisters Are Doin’ It for Themselves (Eurythmics)

Is this the same grandmother that keeps trying to make Linus give up his blanket?

My mother worked in the Willow Run assembly plant.

My mom joined the army and drove trucks. She spent time in the Philippines and Australia.

Hear! Hear!

Was her name Rosie?

Amen, Lucy, Amen!

YAY!

She sounds like a real multi faced woman. I still can’t figure out why she hates Linus’ blanket.

How many in these times would be making that sacrifice?

In WWII, my Mother-in-law was a “Rosie-riveter” at Boeing Aircraft of Canada on Sea Island (Vancouver BC) and my Mum was in the Royal Air Force in London in the barrage balloon department. (Barrage balloons were an effective anti-aircraft measure in World War I and were widely embraced in World War II. The idea was that the cables holding the balloons created a hazard for aircraft engaged in low-level strafing or bombing.)

Sorry Lucy, but all what I hear is a clogged trombone.

As long as she doesn’t try to make the country great again.

They also serve who only rivet and write.

My kid’s grandma joined the Navy when she was 20, stationed in Hawaii, during World War II. I make certain that they know it, and told my grandchildren who were old enough about it this year when they celebrated Veterans Day in school.

Yay Grandmas everywhere. They’re the ones who feed and watch over families.

Definitely something to be proud of Lucy. Now I am wondering if Grandma married one of those 17 serviceman pen pals

She may have written to my dad. Or my father-in-law.

My parents and all my aunts and uncles did their part as did many others. Don’t think there is that sense of duty and sacrifice today.

My eldest aunt convinced my mom to work at the Military processing center. It was a way to meet hundreds of men a day!

Hip-hip-hoorah! (Sincerely agree!)

Hmm wonder what she wrote to them about….

So many women stepped up and did all that they could during WWII. Let’s hear it for all of them!

Lucy? The country IS great – your grandmother worked to preserve it. Yay for your grandmother!

Dilly! Dilly! Appropriate strip in anticipation of this Friday and Saturday. Two of The❤️Count’s favorite holidays.

Let’s not forget she made a great apple pie

Hurray for Grandma!

And her name was Rosie.

Good for Lucy. It’s always interesting to hear people talk about their own ancestors’ roles in history.

I had one who was a scout in Sherman’s army during the March to Sea. In late November he led a small detachment to raid a certain farm in order to confiscate forage for the army. He and his squadron were unaware that the farm was defended by Confederate soldiers and they were picked off at a distance by riflemen on the second floor of the farmhouse. My ancestor was hit in the, umm, posterior. He spent the rest of the war in a POW camp; thankfully that was only a few months, and it wasn’t Andersonville. Many years later Congress authorized a special pension bonus for veterans who’d been wounded under specific circumstances and he qualified. He had to provide, among other things, a photo of the scarred-over exit wound. So he hired a photographer to take a picture of his bare buttocks.

He married a woman who was a distant cousin of Hermann Goering. At the time that meant nothing, of course, and I highly doubt either even knew the other existed. But after Pearl Harbor my grandmother and her brothers seem to have altered their genealogy to conceal the Gehring (in the anglicized spelling) connection. They invented an Irish Catholic ancestor in her place. This is interesting because on my mother’s side of the family most of my ancestors really are Irish Catholic immigrants who survived the Famine. In the 1840s the discrimination and persecution they faced were stomach-churning. In the 1940s that ethnic group was so respectably mainstream that others who wanted to avoid nasty experiences of nativism would impersonate them. I’m intrigued by what that says about the ever-shifting American identity.

My grandma – just 5’ tall & maybe 95 lbs. in steel-toed work boots – was a civilian aircraft inspector & occasional truck driver on an Air Force base. She didn’t take any cr@p from anyone, & all the guys loved her because she could get into nooks & crannies no one else could, so they knew her inspections were extra-thorough!

The boys look forward to your letters.

Here here good lady. Well done, well done indeed…..

Good job, Lucy’s grandmother! Too bad your granddaughter is so entitled…

Barney Google November 7.

Three cheers for the ladies who proved yes, they can do it.

Wrote letters? I’m guessing that was a morale-boosting program. Hadn’t heard of that one.

My grandmother was a WASP and taught me and all her grandkids, who wanted, how to fly. I have passed that down to my daughters. Their mum is quite content to be a passenger. Clear skies Gramma. Clear skies.

Hear Hear!!