"Thank You For Your Service Clint Fye!" "EvenThough It Wasn't A Long Tour.....THANK-YOU!"

                                       Great Grand Mother's Son.....My Great Uncle Clint! 

He was called back from Okinawa and discharged honorably when his father died and he was the only male left in the family. He came back and took care of his Mother (Sara) sisters (Virginia & Mary)  and niece (Marie)

He never married. He took care of his mother until her death and then when his sisters married and divorced he was there for them,  and they moved back home.

In 1949 Marie married Roy Badgerow and in 1950 I was born  in Port Huron Hospital. Mom, on the other hand, was born in the old house which still stands on 16th Ave. Port Huron. Seems Gertrude got knocked up when she was a teenager in 1928. February 6, 1929 Marie Edith (Bradley) Fye was born. As the story goes the young Bradley boy wanted nothing to do with Grandma Gertie after he found out she was with child.

Marie thought John and Sara were her mother and father for a good portion of her youth.. Her mother lived right next door on 16th Ave. and she thought she was her aunt. Then one day the girls she thought were her sisters, spilled the beans.

Her Uncle Clint was the closest thing to a father figure in her life. Uncle Clint had a good job with the railroad and made good money to provide for them all.

I have fond memories of going over to Grandma Fye's house and Mom would scrub the floors and such. She would clean the house from top to bottom, all the while, Clint was working on the railroad. Seems we went over there a lot.  Mom would toil at the housework so he could relax when he got home.

Then we would rush home so she could clean our house before Dad got home from work.

Thanks for following our story!

Christmas 1943

 Thanks for looking in on this blog, once again. Or perhaps this is your first glimpse? No matter, I will try not to drive you off, so to speak. 

It has been a while since I have posted and I plan to start making regular "Contributions" for my fathers blog.

Some of you are related, and I want you all to have an idea, just what some of our ancestors had to endure; during World War Two.

Roy Martin Badgerow was a member of the Silent Generation and never spoke much about his time as a Prisoner Of War. 

Most of the information included was found. after his death. 

Thank you so very much for letting me share a little of his story, with you.

Missing In Action

She kept right on writing to her son even though the letters from him had stopped. She prayed and wrote in the hopes...
 that some would reach him.

She kept the letters that were returned and wrote more!
Three or more per week she wrote, as the letters came back, "Return To Sender"
"Missing In Action."

She never lost faith that her son was alive.
Even when she read in her hometown newspaper about his unit being wiped out!
The Times Herald depicted a somber story of the First and Third Ranger Battalions....
  fighting to the death of the very last man in Italy.

She held fast to her belief that here youngest son Roy.....
 was okay!

A shoe box full of letters from the past that she saved all the years of her life... is a testament to my loving Grand Mother  Edith C. Hill Badgerow.
As children, we are never told  the story of the strength, that our ancestors possessed....
or of the hardships they had to endure.

The Cost OF Freedom Is High

Please remember, not all were able to come home. Many, so very many..... paid the ultimate price for our freedom.
Posted by WWII POW on Wednesday, June 24, 2015

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— Rodger Badgerow (@Freemall4u) July 16, 2015

Prisoner Of War

Thanks to a Mother that kept every letter that she received from her sons while they were in the military, I was able to provide proof certain, he was held captive by the Germans during World War II.

"Thanks Grandma!"