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Category Archives: World War II
World War II
My Tribute to Pop on Pearl Harbor Day
December 7 has been a reminder all my life of the horrific Sunday morning attack at Pearl Harbor in 1941. But today . . . it will take on new meaning. My father-in-law, Martin Henry Glynn will be laid to … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Fathers, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Hiroshima Revisited: Out of the Ashes
Eight years, three months, and six days before I was prematurely born, an atomic bomb was dropped on the city of Hiroshima, Japan. Three days later another was dropped on Nagasaki, and the Second World War was essentially over. All … Continue reading →
Posted in Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged atomic bomb, Austria, Britain, change, Civil War, colonization, concentration camp, emotions, feelings, German work camp, Germany, guilt, Hal Holbrook, Hiroshima, Japan, Jews, Mauthausen, Nagasaki, out of the ashes, perspective, pride, reason, shameful, Stone Mountain Park, thinking, truth, U.S.A. America, world war II, wrong
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All About that Bass
Meghan Trainor rapped, “It’s all about that bass,” and gave birth to a phrase that swept the world in 2014. And a flexing, bandana wearing Rosie the Riveter, along with the phrase, “We Can Do It,” created nationwide support for … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged "We Can Do It", 1940s, 1942, 2009, 2014, 2015, All About That Bass, April 9, B17, B24, basso profundo, Burma, Ezio Pinza, fly the friendly skies, India, May 25, Meghan Trainor, Memorial Day, Norden bombsight, October Sky, pectin, Rosie the Riveter, singer, slogans, Tucson, William Tecumseh Sherman, you can't stop a trane
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Not Until You Say “Uncle”
It was just a phrase that children used to say in a wrestling match when one child would get the upper hand; the beaten child would have to say “uncle” in order to be released from the debilitating grasp of … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Fathers, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1950s, 1960s, 86, 92, acceptance, acquiescence, Alzheimer's, beside myself, British joke, character, concession, death, devastation, dilemma, dingy, disappointments, dreams, failures, faith, gloomy, grieving, higher power, loss, men of faith, RCA, say uncle, soap operas, submission, submit, surrender, The Lost Story, Uncle, undone, vanquished, without hope, wreckage, wrestling match
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When Things Collide
I have been to two memorials in the past two weeks: one for my niece, Victoria; the other for my friend, Robert, who died on the morning of Vic’s memorial. Vic was 20 years old when she died; Robert was … Continue reading →
Posted in Family History, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged Ashland City TN, atomic particles, August 6 1945, August 9 1945, change, Collide, Hiroshima, Howie Day, Japan, Kafka, Knoxville TN, memorials, MercyMe, metamorphosis, Nagasaki, nuclear fission, The Hurt and The Healer
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Night Riding (The Way Things Used to Be)
Childhood memories are almost indelible, aren’t they? I can remember lying in the floorboard of our black 1951 Plymouth, sleeping cozily on the left side of the hump that ran thru to the backseats; the hum of the engine and … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged 1 Corinthians 13, 1951, 1963, air conditioning, Alseep in the Deep, Bible, box fan, chattanooga, church hymns, cottonfields back home, Drink to me only with thine eyes, Edgar Allan Poe, Ezio Pinza, Father's Day, ice plant, magical, Norden Bomb Site, Plymouth, Plymouth Fury, push button automatic, razor strop, sacred, The Raven, Tucson, Wing Tee Wee
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First Christmas
My first Christmas was in 1953. But I don’t remember it at all. I was just a few weeks out of the incubator at the hospital in Chattanooga (having been 4 to 7 weeks premature, and just over 4 lbs … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged Christmas, death, Family, first, gifts, memory, Merrythought toys, mother, ornaments, presents, teddy bear, toys
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The Matchbook
One of the many tasks that usually falls to the primary caretaker for a departed parent is the sorting through of clothing and possessions; what to keep and what to donate, or throw away. It is an arduous task, of … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged aging, ancient Israel, chattanooga, History, investigation, love, marriage proposals, matchbooks, memories, parents, remembrances, restaurants, the past, tomlinson's restaurant, world war II
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Ragtime Cowboy Joe
On Saturday hospice took over my mother’s case at the assisted living facility in the small community where she now resides, a few miles south of us. I was pleased. She needs the extra care, and I think they will … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Assisted Living, Family History, Nursing Homes, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged Assisted Living, children, cowboys, death, dying, memories, mother, songs
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Father’s Day 2012
Today is Father’s Day 2012. A loving voice message from one daugther, and a phone call from another has properly humbled me and made me feel loved. Monica treated me to a lovely cup of coffee from Dunkin Donuts, then … Continue reading →
Posted in Aging Parents, Family History, Fathers, Stories, Uncategorized, World War II
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Tagged Bible, career, Family, guidance, History, Life, psalms, Stories, world war II
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The Lost Story 