A place to preserve the common threads of my memories, stories, and life experiences—so what matters is not forgotten.
Some threads remain, quietly woven through a life.
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Ski Week At Chiemsee
The day I was chosen as one of the students to attend one of Chiemsee’s Ski Week was a day I was ill and didn’t attend school. Read Full Story by clicking on the photo …
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The Silent Voice of Alison
My daughter, Alison, born in 1988, is not a businesswoman, does not lead an organization, and does not have a college degree. She has been political, of sorts. Her voice has been one of vocal silence; her voice has been one of action, not through words, and her silent voice speaks volumes. …
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At the Springs
Ocean Springs, Mississippi, is where we lived while my father was in Vietnam. After he received his orders in Worms, Germany, my mother made the decision ….
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First Easter I Remember
I was just under two and a half years old for this Easter, the first one I can truly remember. At the time, my mother, my brother Glenn, and I were living ….
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The Bridge Between Memory and History
Never would I have thought that I would one day write a historical article centered on a place I once lived. …