Tag: WWII

Terrarium rejuvination

I’ve had two terrariums for the past several years, but the moss keeps dying. The fact that I can’t even keep moss alive isn’t a surprise to me, but it’s still frustrating. Last time my terrariums died, I lived in Indy and had to… Continue Reading “Terrarium rejuvination”

Journey to Tunisia blog active again!

For those of you interested in World War II, my Journey to Tunisia blog is active again.  I let it go dormant after our initial plan to visit my great-great uncle’s grave in Tunisia fell through, but I’m now back at it as a… Continue Reading “Journey to Tunisia blog active again!”

The 70th Anniversary of D-Day – a powerful monologue

Bob Hope was not only an entertainer but a passionate supporter of the troops both during World War II and after.  The night of D-Day, June 6, 1944, Americans were tuned to their radios, eager for any invasion news updates that they could get.… Continue Reading “The 70th Anniversary of D-Day – a powerful monologue”

DIY – Make your own terrarium (and repair the one you killed)

I don’t have a green thumb.  My thumb is as black as they come, which is highly awkward for someone dabbling in herbalism as I am.  But I love plants, and I love terrariums.  I bought one from Twig Terrariums (chronicled here) and paid… Continue Reading “DIY – Make your own terrarium (and repair the one you killed)”

To you, Bill

I had another post planned for this evening, but I’ve just learned that William “Wild Bill” Guarnere – of the 101st Airborne, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, Easy Company – has passed away.  

All because of a nameless song…

As a writer, I’ve learned that inspiration is unpredictable.  I can go months without having a single moment where ideas and thoughts flow, and then, in a heartbeat, the floodgates open and I’m overwhelmed.  Joyously overwhelmed.

Moments in time

 Within the volumes of papers my father gave me of my great uncle’s, there are dozens of letters. Some of them are sweet, others beautiful or funny, and a few move me to tears.

Passing the torch

(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.