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.  

A birthday gift like no other

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.

A visit aboard the LST-325

The LST-325 docked for tours at Madison, Indiana on 09/14/2013.  This LST (Landing Ship, Tank) was used on D-Day +1 to offload tanks, trucks, jeeps, and troops at Omaha Beach and to transport injured soldiers back to England for care.  It was utilized in Korea & Vietnam before being decommissioned and sold to the Greek government.  When the Greeks were ready to scrap it, it was purchased by a group of veterans who have worked to restore her as she was during World War II.  Her home port is Evansville, IN, but she sails during the summer so that others may board her and explore a piece of history.

(more pictures under the cut)

A Sentimental Journey of sorts

I’ve been busy lately and have had a lot of things related to my obsession with the 1940s and World War II come up, so this is going to be a hodgepodge of an update.  

Journey to Tunisia

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 inspiration to our planning to our preparation to the actual trip, and I’m doing it here at Journey to Tunisia.  I hope you’ll follow!

It finally happened….

I worked on my manuscript last night for the first time in months!!!

Planning a private pilgrimage

It sits, unchanged. The moon rises and sets. The sunlight beats down in punishing rays, bathing it and everything around it in the blinding golden light that can only come from an African sun. Water splatters across its smooth marble surface as the sprinklers work to keep at bay the desert that surrounds this lush, green oasis.