So, things have been rather quiet around this space as of late, but it has not been, by any definition of the word, quiet around HERE lately.
Dh has deployed. I'm finally feeling better, even though I'm feeling a little run down this morning, and I've been REALLY busy being creative in the workshop I mentioned earlier in the month. I canNOT say enough good things about it or its facilitator, Natasha of Thursday Sweet Treat!
I have become so inspired and gained so much confidence in my muses that I can't seemingly keep up with all of the inspiration that they're pouring into me.
Through the work that I've been doing, as well as conversations with Natasha, I was inspired to start a new blog. Yes, I can hear a couple of groans there in the audience. "Another blog????" I know. I know. But, this one is different. This one actually has a definitive purpose in my mind, and I'm working really pretty hard toward that end.
Hiccups In Time is my new blog. It is currently a Military Spouse/Mommy blog, but, as I realized yesterday, it won't always be.
Our lives are comprised of hiccups in time. Some more long lasting than others.
Today, I'm a military spouse and a mother. I wasn't always those things, though, and while I'll be a mother ever more, I won't always be a military spouse, given that hubby only has three more years to go until retirement. So, my life will change. I'll go onto another "hiccup".
So, I would like to invite those who happen to read this blog to view and read Hiccups In Time, as well. It may be a fairly new space, but one with GREAT potential and aspirations.
Showing posts with label military life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label military life. Show all posts
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 7, 2010
Some Things Don't Ever Change...
A private post has been posted to The Private Side of Me - Some Things Don't Ever Change
Can't see it and can't understand why? The whys and what-fors can be found HERE.
Can't see it and can't understand why? The whys and what-fors can be found HERE.
WWII POWs
I have been doing some research with regard to WWII as of late. One work that I'm preparing for is to be based in that time period. One of my main characters will be following the path that the 157th regiment of the 45th Infantry Division took from induction until the end of the war.
Through my research, I discovered that the 45th spent some time at Fort Drum. As a result, I've had to do more research with regard to that post, only to discover that it had been a POW camp during the war. During that time, there were 6 German and 2 Italian POWs that died. As I understand it, all but one died of natural causes. One of the Italian soldiers drowned in the pond on post.
Spurred by curiosity, I did some digging to discover that all of the soldiers, except one, who was shipped home, are buried locally. With a little bit of digging, I found out exactly where and hubby and I drove there to pay our respects this morning.
As a military spouse, I can only imagine what the families of the soldiers must have experienced. What would I have felt like, had my husband been taken as a POW, only to die on foreign soil?
Here are pictures I found of the grave sites, and the article where I found my best bits of information.
While we humans may divide ourselves from one another by states, regions, countries, etc, we are all the same. We, quite often, go through the same experiences throughout our lifetimes. So, when I see the ravages of past wars, my heart goes out to the soldiers and their families, no matter what nationality they may be.
Through my research, I discovered that the 45th spent some time at Fort Drum. As a result, I've had to do more research with regard to that post, only to discover that it had been a POW camp during the war. During that time, there were 6 German and 2 Italian POWs that died. As I understand it, all but one died of natural causes. One of the Italian soldiers drowned in the pond on post.
Spurred by curiosity, I did some digging to discover that all of the soldiers, except one, who was shipped home, are buried locally. With a little bit of digging, I found out exactly where and hubby and I drove there to pay our respects this morning.
As a military spouse, I can only imagine what the families of the soldiers must have experienced. What would I have felt like, had my husband been taken as a POW, only to die on foreign soil?
Here are pictures I found of the grave sites, and the article where I found my best bits of information.
While we humans may divide ourselves from one another by states, regions, countries, etc, we are all the same. We, quite often, go through the same experiences throughout our lifetimes. So, when I see the ravages of past wars, my heart goes out to the soldiers and their families, no matter what nationality they may be.
Feb 28, 2010
Saying Good-Bye
One of my friends posted this blurb for his status on FB recently, "You never know how many friends you have.... until you have to say good-bye", and it was something that just stuck with me. The majority of people, I'm certain, can relate to this, but military families, I think, can especially relate to it. And it just so happens that the person that posted it, is someone that my husband and I ended up having to "say good-bye to" many, many years ago. But, as I recall it... It was with a bon-fire, a big bottle of Kamikazee, the beach, and good friends. The best sort of goodbye party, if you ask me. Definitely the sort of memories that remain with you. That is unless, of course, you drank all the Kamikazee by yourself, which, thankfully, I didn't. lol
But, back to the quote... I don't think I can count how many people I've had to say goodbye to in the past 20 years due to the various moves we've had to make. Some I have, thankfully, reconnected with online because they were/are GREAT friends! Others, unfortunately, I have not, but I still keep looking... And you know? I think that's one of the things that I'm most beginning to tire of with regard to the military life. Saying goodbye. I make friends, which are truly necessary in this lifestyle, only to have to say goodbye 3-4 years later. That is, of course, they don't leave before we do...
It will be nice, I think, to be able to make friends, which isn't the easiest of things for me in the first place, and be able to keep them for more than a few years...
But, back to the quote... I don't think I can count how many people I've had to say goodbye to in the past 20 years due to the various moves we've had to make. Some I have, thankfully, reconnected with online because they were/are GREAT friends! Others, unfortunately, I have not, but I still keep looking... And you know? I think that's one of the things that I'm most beginning to tire of with regard to the military life. Saying goodbye. I make friends, which are truly necessary in this lifestyle, only to have to say goodbye 3-4 years later. That is, of course, they don't leave before we do...
It will be nice, I think, to be able to make friends, which isn't the easiest of things for me in the first place, and be able to keep them for more than a few years...
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