(Note: This was also posted on my other blog, Journey to Tunisia) For my 35th birthday, my father passed down to me all of his collection of Pete’s things. All of it.
My birthday is Tuesday and, since I’ve expressed that there’s nothing I want or need right now, my parents gave me the kind of gift that just cannot be replicated.
As I have discussed in previous entries, preserving my great-great uncle’s memory is very important to me. As is taking my dad to Tunisia next year so that we can stand in front of his grave. I’ve decided to chronicle the journey – from our… Continue Reading “Journey to Tunisia”
Pete, or James K. Stepro, as was his given name, was born on a chilly February Saturday in 1912. The seventh of eight children in a three-room house with no electricity, he was from inauspicious beginnings. The family was poor but they did the… Continue Reading “The Greatest Generation: A Man Named Pete”