My mom came to Hawaii in
1935 when she was 21 years old, sailing on the Lurline from Los Angeles to
Honolulu. On Sunday morning December 7, 1941, she opened the office of Globe
Wireless in Honolulu and didn’t get off work until almost midnight, given all
the messages that needed to be sent to the mainland after the Japanese bombing
of Pearl Harbor. I remember hearing stories of curfew and black out curtains in
Honolulu and the rumors of poisoned water supplies and concerns that an invasions
by Japanese troops would follow the bombing.
My dad, Murray Befeler,
was a war correspondent with the Associated Press and served as Pacific Pool
Coordinator of photography. He was stationed on Guam at the time of the invasion
of Iwo Jima, and he was the person who selected Joe Rosenthal’s picture of the
flag raising on Iwo Jima to be send to the mainland.
Like many people exposed
to World War II, my dad spoke very little about his experiences. The only story
I overheard was how he stayed sober and won a lot of money at poker.
In 1954 he took a trip
through the Pacific and photographed scenes of ten years after the war. I still
have a set of 35mm slides showing rusted landing craft and downed airplanes on
a number of islands such as Saipan.
In looking at records on
Ancestry.com, I found evidence of my own World War II experience. I arrived in
Honolulu on March 5, 1945, at the age of three months after nine days at sea
when my mom brought me from San Francisco on the S. S. Permanente. I remember
my mom mentioning that she had come over on a cement ship. For years I thought
this meant the ship was made of cement rather than it had been a ship that had transported
cement for Henry J. Kaiser’s company.
Mike Befeler
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