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Travel: Visit New Orleans’ WWII Museum Before Your Cruise

    I hadn’t been in New Orleans for a long time, but the mystique is still true; the city is one you don’t forget. A lot has changed over time and after the devastating hurricane in 2005, but as I walked, taking in familiar sights, the distinctive architecture, the soft Southern voices and the sounds of jazz and Zydeco music, I knew exactly where I was. 

    I’d flown down to cover the maiden U. S. voyage of the Carnival Sunshine, sailing from the Port of New Orleans, and my husband was with me. We had a day to explore the city before the cruise began and we made a quick tour of the French Quarter and the waterfront, before heading up Magazine street to the New Orleans destination we’d really come to see: The World War II Museum.

    I spent a week last summer touring the countryside of the Normandy region of France, and I’d visited most of the D-Day landing sites and museums. Since my return, I haven’t been able to shake the experience. The scope and stories of the profoundly life-changing experiences of the survivors, and the sheer number of lives lost, is, even 70 years later, overwhelming. I was anxious to see how the WWII Museum’s D-Day exhibit captured that time in history.

    But first, before we explored anything indoors, we had another, more personal, monument to see. When the museum opened in 2000 my husband’s family purchased a commemorative brick to honor their father who served in the Marines and was stationed in the South Pacific during WWII. My husband, with one of our daughters, had visited the brick once before, in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, but I hadn’t seen it. 

    With the help of a map supplied by museum staff, we found my father-in-law’s engraved brick on the walkway near the entrance of the museum. My husband brushed away a few fallen leaves and I took his photo with it. We stood there for a few more minutes without saying anything, both of us lost in our own thoughts of someone we’d loved. 

    My father-in-law died in 2009 and he never got to see the small monument his children placed at the museum to honor him. But he knew it was there and I think it pleased him.

    For the next week, cruising around the Caribbean, soaking up as much sun as possible before going back to the cold, already snowy, Northwest, my mind kept going back to the red brick carved with my father-in-law’s name and the torpedo bomber squadron to which he’d been assigned. 

    I’m glad we’d dedicated most of our free time in New Orleans to visiting the museum. The D-Day exhibit was moving and comprehensive and captured the true horror of the battles of the war. And it gave us a chance to revisit a personal history, to stop and take a moment to remember a kind and gentle man.

Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a travel writer whose audio essays can be heard each week Spokane Public Radio. She is the author of ‘Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons’ and can be reached at catmillsap@gmail.com





June 6, 1944


Which led to…


Which eventually led to…


June 6, 1944

This magazine cover is from 1984.


Remembering a D-Day veteran

I'll have to live to be almost 90 to make it to the centennial anniversary of D-Day on June 6, 2044.

Maybe I'll get there, though. My dad lived to be 90. And my mom is 95.

Of course, who knows if anyone will even note the occasion in 2044.

But I will. And I'll tell anyone willing to listen about having met Calvin Warner in 1994.

Back then, the SR presented a series of stories to observe the 50th anniversary of the bloody beach landings on the coast of France that marked the beginning of the end for Nazi Germany.

As part of that, I interviewed Warner at his home near Finch Arboretum. We talked for a couple of hours.

He was in an early assault wave on the morning of June 6, 1944. He remembered that he was very, very scared.

And memories of things he saw that day stopped him mid-sentence more than once.

Warner died in 1999. But I think of him each June 6th.

It would have been inappropriate for me to salute him when we parted back in 1994. I'm not in the military. But I have since done so in my heart many times.

What moviegoers could handle in 1962

So those who know say war is actually more "Saving Private Ryan" horrific than combat depicted in "The Longest Day." The truth can be upsetting. And "The Longest Day" has a lot of company when it comes to sanitizing brutality.


Looking ahead to Monday

You might want to pause and consider for a moment the day in 1944 when Springtime for Hitler took a turn.