Memories can be elusive, like trying to reach and get that little spec of something floating in your water. Sometimes no matter how much you try to finger it out, it shifts out of the way, circling around rejecting all attempts to pull it out. Then sometimes it really doesn’t seem to matter, and I…… Continue reading Elusive Memories
With the rising of the sun, the wall shone in the growing light. Grass damp from the morning dew, and clumps of mud from the recent rains, I made my way closer. As I closed in, I was able to see the etchings, the names. Thousands upon thousands. Each a name. Each a person. Equal…… Continue reading The Wall of Honor
My Aunt Dorothy was a special lady. Naturally loving and caring, wherever she went, she left behind a trail of joy and happiness. Such a bubbly personality, with a great sense of humor and could be delightfully goofy at time, much like my mom. When we would visit, she’d come searching for a hug, and…… Continue reading A Beautiful Legacy – My Aunt Dorothy
1/Lt. James L. Knarr, on the left, and S/Sgt. Wilson J. Metcalf, his crew chief, stand in front of Knarrʼs A-20. (Edgar R. Bistika Collection) The other day, I saw a post on one of the Facebook World War II aviation groups I follow. It’s a photo I’ve seen before, but always comes as a…… Continue reading Death of an A-20, An Ultimate Sacrifice
Life always seems to come down to numbers and stats. Each year, numbers of children are born, numbers of people die. We divide our populations into generations, boomers, x, millennial, etc… A certain number of people will contract a disease or sickness. Stats document people affected by the coronavirus or the flu. War seems to…… Continue reading In Memory of Kathi
Being a social butterfly isn’t in my comfort zone, and I’ve always been envious of those who can go into new situations and immediately feel at ease. I still have moments of being quiet and not overly outgoing in social situations. Mom enrolled me in tee-ball when I was very young, probably five or six. …… Continue reading Ode to Garrett
Today is a special day. It’s full of good memories, but also a reminder of emptiness. A void that will never be filled again. Today would be my mom’s 74th birthday. The years since her death have been full of things I used to talk to her about. We purchased a new home, adopted two…… Continue reading Gratitude Journal Day 9, My Mom
Christmas is a time of memories. Time with family, good food, and full of children rushing towards the Christmas tree to rip open presents. As we grow older, the memories of those who have left us grows. The taste of Mom’s cookies, or perhaps the sound of a father’s laughter, which seem to fade over…… Continue reading Christmas Memories
My name is William Lobb, from Scranton, Pennsylvania. It was with a heavy heart that I had to make a trip to Cornwall, England. My brother died and I wanted to be there to be with the rest of the family in this dark hour. I work as an engineer for the Lackawanna Railroad. Luckily…… Continue reading Every Number has a Story
Deep Thinking 