By August 1943, World War II was well underway. Families were separated and the future was unknown. In this turbulence, my father was a thirteen year old, too young to fight, but too old not to be affected by the prevailing circumstances.
With the eldest brother away at war, his young bride clings to the two remaining brothers while resting atop her new car, perhaps a necessary diversion of the serious state of affairs and a symbol of a brighter future ahead. My teen-aged dad (standing) and his middle brother (my uncle) flank their sister-in-law.
One can only imagine the full range of emotions experienced that summer day, but photography, thankfully, allows a glimpse into one family’s story.