Today is my Uncle Pete’s birthday. Born in 1914, he’d be 97 if he were still alive.
I forget sometimes about Pete the boy. That before he joined the navy as a young man in 1934, he had a childhood-not a conventional childhood by any means, (He lived through the Spanish Influenza epidemic of 1918, losing his mother and an infant sibling, and was a product of the Great Depression) but still, he was a kid, just like any other- in many ways.
So here are a few pictures of Pete’s childhood-from his first year, through his high school graduation.
Pete’s given name was Roland Erich. The origin of the nickname “Pete” remains a mystery. He was a cute little guy, wasn’t he?
Pete with his older brother Carl, 1918. I’d be curious to know who gave them the child sized World War I uniforms. Carl lived a long life, in Seattle, Washington.
Grade School, in Nebraska.
High School graduation, Grant Nebraska. I do not know the exact year, but it must have been around 1932.
I can’t help but wonder what aspirations Pete may have had for his future. His fate, unfortunately was decided for him, but had he survived the war I wonder what he’d done with his life. In any case, he would have been an interesting uncle to know.
Happy Birthday Pete!
And Happy 4th of July, to all of you!