Tuesday, December 11, 2007

TUESDAY QUOTE OF THE WEEK - XLII

FINDING TRUTH WHEREVER IT MAY BE FOUND: "Under all our grumblings there is a subconscious substance of gratitude." G. K. Chesterton

QUOTE II - "If a woman can polka for an evening, she can stand up to years of marriage." Garrison Keeler.

IN OTHER NEWS:

I just thought that I would share with you another blog that I am starting with my sisters that might be of interest a few of you. In trying to organize Dad's estate a little bit we came across many things he has held on to since his days in WWII. He spoke of this time in his life only rarely and so what we are discovering here in letters, pictures, drawings, and other what nots are opening new insights for us. Unfortunately the people pictured or referred to in the letters are largely unknown to us and we agonized as to what to do with it all. We came up with the idea of posting it as we struggle to put it in order to see if people might find it interesting and perhaps educational, and who knows, maybe someone referred to might still be around.

The posts will not come nearly as often as they do on Adam's Ale; maybe once a week. And they are progressive and not timely so if you find interest in it, I recommend that you start with page one and work your way forward. And so, if you have an interest in WWII, you are cordially invited to USS PRIDE DE 323; Pages from a Scrapbook.

3 comments:

Adrienne said...

Since I am a fan of ephemera your new blog will be right up my alley. Already took a quick gander (looks great) and will have to wait till later for a full session.

Are you going to have time left over from all this blogging to save souls?

uncle jim said...

ephemera?
i thought you spoke 'dumb-down'?

Anonymous said...

The first two quotes are priceless.

The new, family blog of your dad's earlier life is an interesting and gracious window.

It wasn't until after my father's death (which I confirmed online one late night, ten years after the fact) that I opened the box he had left stored with me for decades. There was much in there that revealed the sober son, nephew, thin teen, Navy man, and occasional unincarcerated husband and father; most surprising, there was the timeless excited boy and young man so brilliant and talented and funny, whom others had loved-- one of whom loved him until her death and likely also until this day. If not for his keeping that letter, I could not have cried for him. Love redeems.

Anyway, the new blog is fascinating, and you and the other kids are good people.