SaxMan wrote:
lmritger wrote:
When my great-uncle Carson Harris was killed in the sinking of the SS R.P. Resor in Feb 1942, his father and mother split up not long afterwards. His father Bill married my great-grandmother sometime in 1944, and his mother never remarried, living on her own well into her 90s and passing away about 10 years ago.
I've only recently learned of this part of my family's history (driven by the discovery of Carson's Purple Heart certificate in some paperwork from my grandmother's house), but it struck me that his loss must have had a terrible effect on his mother. I find the devotion of Mrs. Harris in this story to be equally amazing and tragic... to spend 61 years in limbo waiting to learn what happened to the one she loved is an incredibly heavy burden to bear.
Lynn
I have a picture of the R.P. Resor after it was torpedoed (only 20 miles off the coast of NJ) in one of the books in my library. After your post, I don't think I'll look at that picture the same way again.
Even in more recent times, we've seen an example of the kind of effect grief can have for someone. One of the survivors from Flight 90, which crashed into the Potomac in January, still basically lives in seclusion 30 years later as she lost her child (and possibiy her husband, IIRC) in the disaster.
Oh, it gets worse... the ship didn't sink immediately after her back was broken by Kpt. Rehwinkel's torpedo, but it split her tanks and the oil which spilled onto the surface immediately caught fire. Most of the crew apparently managed to escape the ship on a lifeboat... which then drifted into the inferno. And those who weren't on the lifeboat were caught in the oil slick- only two men survived, both of whom required many men to drag them into rescue boats as they weighed several hundred pounds from all the excess oil.
Carson had just graduated from Newport News High in August 1940, a class behind my grandmother Lorraine; he was only 20 years old.

Jack, thank you for the info on Billie!
Lynn