“I look at your picture quite often and see a person whom I can’t help but admire and love.”
Alec and Mary’s wedding photo, March 1940. 
Close-up of Alec in his day-to-day uniform. 
Alec mentioned that this image was one of his favorites because it captured something special about Mary that he had no words for. 
This is undoubtedly the photo that his French friends reacted to with their comment, “Still water runs deep.” 
Alec in his jeep in Algiers. 
Since Pete was an important part of their life together, this picture of Mary with Pete would also be among Alec’s most treasured ones. 
In Italy, Alec tries to retain his optimism about the progress of the war, but it’s not easy. 
Mary at their mailbox in their first house in Bremerton. On the back of the photo she wrote, “I painted the name on the box.” 
Alec’s first residence had a magnificent view of the Mediterranean. The boy with him might be the Melquiot boy or simply a street Arab, interested in what this GI might be up to. 
Alec was happy to receive this photo from his “luscious wif,” taken at her parents’ farm in rural Clackamas County, Oregon. 
The exterior of a self-censored V-mail letter. 
Mary’s 27th birthday was on November 18, 1942, and this cable with his birthday greetings was likely sent just before he left England on a boat for North Africa. 
Alec was promoted to Captain in August of 1945. 
Alec was awarded the bronze star for his work at AFHQ in September 1945. 
A view of the Vesuvius eruption from the hills near Naples, perhaps from a rooftop or balcony. 
Alec sent this postcard to Mary from the top of Jungfraujoch. 
Mary’s last letter to Alec in Italy was returned to her because he was already cleared to start the long journey home. 
Alec’s military ID card was punched “inactive” when he was relieved of duty, and Mary added the card to her wartime scrapbook. 
Though they never traveled the world as they had hoped during the war, Mom and Dad traveled to Mexico often in the years after the war. 
Dad bringing home the new baby (me), with a view of Oswego Lake in the background. 
Dad never talked much about the war, but he did let me put on his uniform jacket for this photo with my brother, Toby, likely taken in the late 1950s.
Rebecca Daniels 