I’ve written before about discovering the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while stationed in France and Germany during World War II ( you can read about them here, here and here), and what a treasure it has been to read through those letters. They’ve given me a window into the past that history books, or even news articles from that time, could never offer. I’ve learned about their personal hopes and fears, what they saw, and how they managed each day. I’ve read those letters dozens of times, and they never get old to me. They make me feel close to grandparents in a way I never did while they were living.
It occurred to me the other day that it would be such a shame Continue reading “The Quarantine Writing Project”
If there is any generation that understands the darkness of fear and uncertainty, the feelings of helplessness, and the temptation to despair that we now face Continue reading “In the Face of Darkness”
I’ve spent the afternoon reading through some of the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while stationed in Normandy during World War II. Continue reading “From Normandy with Love”
In one of the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while serving in WWII he describes a trip into town that he and his supply sergeant made. I’m not certain where exactly in France they were, but he mentions the area of Commercy, France. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-2”
I don’t know what triggered the memory. I was visiting my parents’ house in Texas, wallowing in a heap of self-pity and pining for my children who were on the beaches of South Carolina with their father, hunting for seashells, giggling as the waves tickled their toes. Continue reading “Lessons in Tragedy-Part 1”