I WISH
“I WISH IT NEED NOT HAVE HAPPENED IN MY TIME,” SAID FRODO.
“SO DO I,” SAID GANDOLF, “AND SO DO ALL WHO LIVE TO SEE SUCH TIMES. BUT THAT IS NOT FOR THEM TO DECIDE. ALL WE HAVE TO DECIDE IS WHAT TO DO WITH THE TIME THAT IS GIVEN US.”
J.R.R. TOLKIEN, THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING
Sheila Morris
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Tag Archives: WWII
a man of letters – prejudice by any other name is still prejudice
Two years ago in the summer of 2018 I published posts containing letters written by my father to family members from his teenage years in the early 1940s to his death in 1976. I called the series “a man of … Continue reading
Posted in family life, Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Reflections, sexism, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is
Tagged Catholic immigrants, Hispanic immigrants, Polish immigrants, prejudice and race, prejudice and religion, separation of children from their mothers, WWII
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never forget
Veteran’s Day is our day set aside to honor the men and women who serve and have served in defense of our democracy at home and abroad. This past year I did an entire series on my family’s experiences during … Continue reading
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Tagged a man of letters, veterans day, WWII
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a man of letters (10) – some of us are lucky
March, 1945 began as February had ended – with more missions to fly (Reuthingen and Bohlen) – but with an unexpected visit from a friend who had been with him in navigation school in Texas and an equally unexpected promotion. In a … Continue reading
a man of letters (7) – absence makes the heart…
Glenn at home in Richards, Texas before the war Remember the slightly underweight 18-year-old rural Texas boy who enlisted in the Army Air Corps in June, 1943 and wrote to his parents that he had to do “what I feel is right for me” … Continue reading
a man of letters (3) – prejudice by any other name is still prejudice
While the war took center stage in everyone’s mind in 1942 and my dad noticed that his hunting and fishing buddies in Richards, Texas had a younger sister, apparently hormones were also raging in my dad’s brother Ray who would have been … Continue reading
From One Mother to Another – WWII
On May 29, 1945 my mom Selma and my dad Glenn eloped to get married by a justice of the peace in Magnolia, Texas. Magnolia was a small town 30 miles south of the even smaller town of Richards where … Continue reading
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Tagged 8th air force, doncaster, england, WWII
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Detours With Daddy
Detours with Daddy is the title of the third section of I’ll Call It Like I See It because it’s a mixture of facts and fantasy about my dad who was my best friend and favorite person in the world while I … Continue reading
