On April 20, 1945 the US Army 7th and 45th Infantry Divisions liberated the City of Nurnberg Germany. Six years later it is Washington’s birthday, February 22, 1951, Women’s Army Corp Veteran Doris Briggs is giving birth to her second son. But this time her pregnancy is much different. Doris understands war, she is in a US Army Hospital in Nurnberg. The hospital itself had been dedicated for the Nazis in 1936 by Adolf Hitler. She is living in a City that has been bombed and suffered major damage and she and her husband, Sargent William Briggs represent the occupying victors of the brutal war. Nearby, in Nurenberg Castle Nazi heroes had been tried and convicted for crimes against humanity. But 26 year old Doris can’t understand the war that is going on in her own body. The baby arrives prematurely and has to be placed in an incubator so his lungs developed enough to breath on his own. The baby’s birth will not end the health battle for Doris.
It has not been an easy life for Clarence and Isobel. Clarence is a veteran of World War l, together they have weathered the Great Depression and had moved from small towns to big cities whenever Clarence could find work. He was a conductor on the New York Central. He studied drafting in New York and now practices his craft at the Road Department in Taunton Mass. Isobel is a homemaker. She and Clarence tend their garden and she cans and freezes the products of their garden for the New England winters. Isobel had worked for the Good Year company during the war, applying the second layer to the self sealing fuel tanks for US military planes. Now empty nesters, they may be expecting to enjoy the occasional visit to Boston to see their beloved Red Sox. But in eleven months, January of 1952 Clarence and Isobel will learn that they must bury the second of their three children.
Sargent William Briggs will return home with his four year old son James, the infant, and the body of his lost wife in a military plane. They will stay with Clarence and Isobel in the 100 year old Cape Cod house in East Freetown. Bill, as he is known to his in-laws, will separate from the United States Army and find work locally. He will have his own battles, like soldiers throughout history, who deal with the guilt of taking life and pain of losing friends, brothers, wives, and sometimes themselves.
Bill Briggs will meet and marry Florence and they will move with his two sons into the upstairs apartment of Bill’s father’s home on Cherry Street in Fairhaven Mass. the houses in this neighborhood date back to the 1770’s. If you walk to the bottom of Cherry Street you can look out over the bay that George Clooney describes in the movie Perfect Storm. Florence will give Bill his third son and they name him Stephen. That’s a lot for a new bride to cope with and so from time to time they would drive out to East Freetown and drop off Doris’s sons at the grandparents. Clarence and Isobel were more than willing and even delighted to have time with the offspring of their beloved daughter. Isobel even went so far as to say that she and Clarence would be happy to keep Doris’s boys permanently. And so that is just what happened.
The years went by, the garden grew, the snow got shoveled and plowed with Clarence’s walk behind David Bradley tractor. The boys had ten acres to run around in and sometimes friends from Long Plains Baptist Church would come over. There were home movies and summer vacations. One summer Clarence and Isobel decided to take the boys to Niagara Falls, maybe it was part of their empty nest bucket list that got interrupted. This trip is interrupted by the immigration service when the honeymooners try to take two children, who are not theirs, to the Canadian side of the Falls. They didn’t see that one coming and the experience incited fears of other future issues. What if one of those boys is sick or injured and needs medical assistance. These are simple times compared to today but the Niagara Falls experience is a warning not to be ignored.
Returning to Massachusetts, Isobel and Clarence discuss adoption with Bill. Whatever apprehensions or reluctance he may have had or talked over with Florence will go to their graves but he agrees that having Doris’s parents adopt his first sons is best. The process begins, a lady from the Child Welfare Department will come to visit that Cape Cod house on Doctor Braley Road. Isobel cleans the inside like it hasn’t been cleaned in awhile and Clarence cuts the grass and makes sure that any repairs to the house or barn are fixed for the visit. The day comes, a Saturday, and Child Welfare blesses the adoption and name change for James and David Briggs to James and David Callahan.
Something about Great Depressions, and Wars, and the loss of two children combined with a trust that there is a loving God watching over her that must have cast out much fear. There was a certain farmer in our community who saw a pheasant feeding on the corn leftovers in our garden. The farmer decided that the pheasant would make a nice meal and so parked his truck, full of crates from his own garden, and proceeded to walk back towards our garden to shoot that very bird. Isobel was not amused! I watched out the window as she marched across our yard and began pulling every crate of produce that she could reach with her 4’ 11” frame, from that truck onto the pavement. By this time the farmer is walking back to his truck with pheasant in one hand and shotgun in the other. I’m not sure who called the sheriff but I remember a visit by law enforcement a few days later to make the formal complaint about the offender. I’m not sure if the subject of Isobel’s taking the law into her own hands came up during that visit but it seems like the issue was dropped. It was a small community and so word likely traveled not to mess with that Callahan lady.
In 1957 the Callahans will move to Tallahassee Florida where Clarence will work for the Road Department, again as a Draftsman, until his passing from this life in 1962. Isobel, now with only an 8th grade education and no High School Diploma buries her husband of 37 years. She enrolls in a technical school; she'll master typing, shorthand, and secretarial skills and finally get her Diploma. There was enough life insurance to pay off the mobile home and between a Social Security Widow’s benefit and the VA she keeps food on the table and the bills paid until she gets a part time job as secretary at her nearby church.
It’s 1964 and history teacher Dorothy Caldwell casts the Great Lyndon Johnson Barry Goldwater Debate for her 8th grade American History class. James and David had watched the Republican Convention that summer on the 17” black white and shades of gray TV. Google and internet searches were decades away so this meant trips to the Public Library and searches of old magazines to learn how LBJ had married into Lady Bird’s wealth. About the broadcast licenses granted by the fledgling FCC under FDR’s Democrat administration. And oh those suspect voting irregularities in South Texas. A seed was planted in both of the Callahan boys in 1964.
James played football at James S. Rickards Jr. Sr. High School and David played in the Marching and Concert Band. Isobel served as what they called a “Gray Lady” (school nurse). Both of the boys were active and involved at their school and both attended universities and earned degrees. David took a little longer than his big brother.
David left Tallahassee in 1977 and moved to Atlanta. He worked in the Printing Industry, married and raised two children who are now adults. He coached soccer, served on his neighborhood homeowners’ association, and was a deacon and on the board of his church in Mableton. He’s a volunteer with Bill Glass Behind the Walls Ministry, a national organization involved in sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ with men and women in jails and prison.
I believe that those who serve in government should be guided by basic principles like those found in the Bible. I believe that human life is the property of God and not that of the government or of another human being. The Progressive Socialist and abortion advocacy positions of HD 63’s current office holder does not meet the needs of our community or beseech the blessings of the Almighty. Policies and an agenda that discourages investment in our community, coupled with some of our below standard schools, can never provide the resources needed to prosper all of our citizens.
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