Christmas Day, 1944, Somewhere in France

On Christmas night 70 years ago, my father sat down at a typewriter to write a letter to his family in Illinois. The heading reads “Somewhere in France – Via Battalion Typewriter.” I know now that Dad was in the Alsace Lorraine region of France, housed in large “barnlike structures” at Camp Oberhoffen, an old… Continue reading Christmas Day, 1944, Somewhere in France

Christmas (and Christmess) memo-ries

‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the blogosphere … Not exactly poetry. But in these final days before the holiday, our feeds on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest (and more I’ve never heard of) are all about Christmas. This year has already provided a bumper crop of new discussions – the racial heritage of… Continue reading Christmas (and Christmess) memo-ries