Recent family visits didn’t only give us an excuse to escape to the mountains for a bit– it also allowed me to get a peek at some family history.
Part of my interest in the Second World War stemmed from knowing that my Grandpa served.
Like many of his generation, he never talked about the War. The only evidence that he’d been overseas was a little shadow box with his military decorations, and the odd, black-and-white photo. He and Grandma have been in heaven well over a decade now, and it’s too late to ask questions.
A couple of years ago, my brother gave me a copy of Grandpa’s divisional history. While it made fascinating reading- his division had the nearly unique experience of being sent to the ETO and the PTO- I’d wanted to find more details about his experience.
On this visit, my mom surprised me by dropping off copies of his service records, which included his Company designation- just what I was hoping to find! The packet also included some wonderful pictures. (Though they aren’t wonderful quality, being copies of a copy- sorry for that!)
I’m looking forward to diving into the histories again, and sharing some stories with you!
HOWEVER, that might take a while.
As the second half of this article’s title indicates, I’m experiencing the danger of wearing too many hats- i.e. I may have taken on too many things this summer.
Getting anything done writing-wise has been well nigh impossible. It’s not helping that I’m a month away from the start of a new school year- for which I somehow thought it would be a good idea to double the number of classes I’m teaching.
I’m drowning in lesson plans. Or rather I would be drowning, if I didn’t have to keep climbing out of the metaphorical flood to take care of the kids. (What? How can you be hungry again???!)
Mercifully, while I may not be getting much research and writing done for the next month, a couple of other writers will be stopping by to share their experiences, which will likely be more on point than my current distracted ramblings. (Should I have the kids read this novel or that one? And how much paint clean-up do I really want to deal with for Art class?)
It helps to remember that if I lesson plan faithfully now, there’s the promise of a couple hours to myself every morning on the horizon…
Anyone else remember when summer was kind of “boring” towards the end?
In any case, readers, writers, and historians, thanks so much for taking time out of your life to stop by!