Dearest Reader,

In 1944, gasoline rationing had become an accepted part of American life. Every driver carried a small ration book, and a lettered windshield sticker determined how much fuel they were permitted each week.

For most families, like my mother’s, the driver had an A-ration card, the most common classification in the country. It allowed only three gallons of gasoline per week, just enough for commuting to work, church and necessary errands.

Cars of the early 1940s were not fuel-efficient, often getting 10 to 15 miles per gallon so a few gallons a week disappeared quickly. In one of her letters, my mother captured the reality of that time:

“If we go too far, I guess it will have to stay here til after the war when there is plenty of gas.”

This sentence reflects the common reality that was felt by millions of Americans. Many families walked or relied on infrequent buses and leisure travel was not common. Rationing gave families a shared sense of sacrifice. My mother’s comment captures this time when Americans lived within wartime limits and waited for a future “when there is plenty of gas”.