Posts filed under ‘About My Family’
“One thing I noticed, that the Argonne Forest, so many bullets had gone through there that the trees were mostly stumps. Very few branches on the trees there…”
“Immigration is not a new story in this country. Almost all of our families came from somewhere else…”
“…being a medic, in the front lines…we were shelled a number of times…Just goes with the territory…”
…a couple of older gentlemen stopped and asked me if I needed help. When I answered in my far-from-perfect French, they knew I was a foreigner. “American?” they asked, and I nodded. Their faces broke into wide, warm smiles, they shook my hands enthusiastically, they practically embraced me. “We fought with your father, your uncles,” they said. “We fought with them, side by side…”
The stories I loved most when I was growing up were the bedtime stories my mother told us about when she was a child…
Lectures, chalk-talks, box sociables and community theater offerings seemed to be the main social events in the small burgs around Howard County, plus, in the summer months, Chatauquas. There were also book clubs…
..it wasn’t until after she died and I had to learn how to live my life without her that I realized how critical my mother’s continuing existence had been to my own.