This story concerns my Grandmother Olive Sapp. (This a different grandmother than my black panther story.)
I do not have an exact birth year of my Grandmother, though she was probably born in the early 1920's. When she was a child, she attended her older bother Samuel's school play. As the play went on, my grandmother leans over to her mother and says, "Mom, Sam is going to be in a war and he's going to die."
When the United States entered the Second World War, my great uncle Samuel J Sapp entered the service, on April 4th 1942.
On January 16th, 1945, serving under General Patton's 6th Armored Division, my great uncle was stationed in Belgium, fighting in the last bloody days of the European campaign.
|Samuel J Sapp|
I have in my possession, my great uncles death and purple heart certificates.
|My Great Uncles Grave at the Luxembourg American Cemetery & Memorial|
When my grandmother grew to adulthood, she married and gave birth to my mother. A few years before I was born in the late 1960's, my mother was in her mid 20's talking to my grandmother, and as my mother told it, she was driving the poor woman crazy, going on and on wondering whenever she would find her Mr Right. Exasperated, my grandmother put down what she was doing and in a huff said; "Ronda, the man you're going to marry is in Vietnam right now and his name is Mark!"
Well, neither of them knew a man named Mark and probably didn't know anyone in Vietnam.
A few years passed and my mother met and man named Mark, and who had served in Vietnam. They married and had two children, me and my sister.
|Olive Sapp, late 1940's, early 1950's|