How absolutely beautiful, a respectful, tender offering of love through the fragments that convey your wonder and pride in being the daughter of this resourceful, gifted and deep feeling man who was so silent about the war and would, undoubtedly hold your grand heart, grand son close.
What a sweet and meaningful piece for both you and your grandchild. I am amazed at the resourcefulness of our youth and think that we all have this deep down longing to know the unspoken stories of the generations before us.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kind words and the way you’ve reflected on it. it truly means a lot! That deep down longing does seem so very real. <3
This is a beautiful piece of writing. I have similar pictures from my father’s days as a lieutenant in the artillery of The Third Cavalry U.S.. A different time, a different generation.
Thank you so much for the kind feedback. I truly appreciate you sharing that. Regardless of the generation, those photographs are priceless. They really do hold onto something lasting, don’t they? <3
This invokes a memory shared with me. My Grandpa (died when I was a child) had severe shell shock from WWI. He sounds awfully familiar to your description.
Never talking about it, three days before his death he mis-heard my Grandma asking, “Is the washing machine going?” Machine Guns. He poured out the tragedy of his sensitive mind, stacking bodies of his best friends of youth for protection from artillery and bullets.
He set about to help out poor people, Natives, and disabled all across the city.
One day the cops came and were going to arrest him for running a taxi with no license. He answered back, saying if they found he took a single dime for his “rides” to lock him away and swallow the key 🔑
His funeral was standing room only in the back. Hundreds, if not thousands had to see the man who helped their folks when no one else would. I am proud of my heritage. 🌀
Thank you for sharing that. It's incredibly moving. Your grandfather sounds like someone who chose kindness and generosity despite his own pain. A legacy like that stays in ways words can't hold. <3
This was soo amazing Petra , I was totally immersed into the story and writing. History has always fascinated me so thank you for bringing these beautiful memoirs to light ♥️
How absolutely beautiful, a respectful, tender offering of love through the fragments that convey your wonder and pride in being the daughter of this resourceful, gifted and deep feeling man who was so silent about the war and would, undoubtedly hold your grand heart, grand son close.
Thank you so much for this beautiful reading of it and for the tenderness you brought to it. <3
This is really lovely (interesting too), and the same kind of research I’m doing with my own family right now :-)
I like how you’ve used silence and fragments – that feels right.
Thank you, that truly means a lot. I really appreciate you noticing those details. <3
A wonderful piece of writing, bringing these distant memories so much closer to us. Thank you!
Thank you so much. That truly means a lot to me. <3
What a sweet and meaningful piece for both you and your grandchild. I am amazed at the resourcefulness of our youth and think that we all have this deep down longing to know the unspoken stories of the generations before us.
Thank you so much. I really appreciate your kind words and the way you’ve reflected on it. it truly means a lot! That deep down longing does seem so very real. <3
This is a beautiful piece of writing. I have similar pictures from my father’s days as a lieutenant in the artillery of The Third Cavalry U.S.. A different time, a different generation.
Thank you so much for the kind feedback. I truly appreciate you sharing that. Regardless of the generation, those photographs are priceless. They really do hold onto something lasting, don’t they? <3
Yes, they do.
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Touching tribute!
Thank you so much. That truly means a lot to me. <3
This invokes a memory shared with me. My Grandpa (died when I was a child) had severe shell shock from WWI. He sounds awfully familiar to your description.
Never talking about it, three days before his death he mis-heard my Grandma asking, “Is the washing machine going?” Machine Guns. He poured out the tragedy of his sensitive mind, stacking bodies of his best friends of youth for protection from artillery and bullets.
He set about to help out poor people, Natives, and disabled all across the city.
One day the cops came and were going to arrest him for running a taxi with no license. He answered back, saying if they found he took a single dime for his “rides” to lock him away and swallow the key 🔑
His funeral was standing room only in the back. Hundreds, if not thousands had to see the man who helped their folks when no one else would. I am proud of my heritage. 🌀
Thank you for sharing that. It's incredibly moving. Your grandfather sounds like someone who chose kindness and generosity despite his own pain. A legacy like that stays in ways words can't hold. <3
I just watched Band of Brothers. Getting the chills. Good men.
I'll have to check it out. <3
This was soo amazing Petra , I was totally immersed into the story and writing. History has always fascinated me so thank you for bringing these beautiful memoirs to light ♥️
Thank you so much, Aaliya. Hearing that you were fully immersed makes me incredibly happy. That truly means a lot to me. <3