History, Real Life, and Faith
My mother was an Italian immigrant. That’s her in the passport photo. Mom’s the baby. My grandmother, Fortunata, is the heroine. Or the crazy woman, depending on your perspective. If Fortunata looks a little stressed, keep in mind her baby was only two months old. Her other children were nine years and thirteen months months old. They was leaving in two…
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The extraordinary courage and need for bagpipes in the WWI trenches.
Old phots fascinate me. I’m in awe of those who can restore them. My admiration grew when I wrote A Poppy in Remembrance. As part of my research, I examined sepia images–and colorized pictures captured my imagination. How did experts put life and color into the images? Photo restorer Nick Harris contacted me and agreed to be interviewed. A British…
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What happened when all Oswald Chambers books burned during the London Blitz?
I’ve spent the last month grappling with technology so as to share my voice with my family. A box of old tapes discovered earlier this year enabled me to hear my parent’s voices once again, if only for a snippet. You can read that post here. A further investigation into the box turned up a dozen or so tapes of me…
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Don’t lose the memory of loved ones’ voices!