{Today, in honor or Memorial Day, I am reposting a series of three posts from last year that focus on my father and his service to our country. I hope you enjoy this tribute and remember all who fight to keep us free}.
It is Memorial Day Weekend here in the United States. . . a three day holiday which to many people means the beginning of summer and big sales at the mall. I wanted to take the weekend, though, and use it as a way to record some memories of my dad's service in World War II. Obviously, he did not die during the war (or I wouldn't be here), but he has been gone for over five years now, his birthday was in May and with Father's Day just around the corner, I've been thinking about him a lot. The idea for this series of posts was also inspired by the "Coming Home" photography challenge on The Pioneer Woman blog. Thanks to Sherry Mescher for bringing it to my attention. If you're in the mood for altered art instead of my family memories, come back next week, and I'll be featuring the rest of the assemblage menagerie and my twinchie for the Something Completely Different contest. Also, you can click on this link to see a collage I did for Veteran's Day, 2009.
In 2002, I created a scrapbook page about my father's service which you can see at this link, but here's the journaling:
He was part of the Greatest Generation. Born just before the Great Depression, seventy-plus years of hard living show on his face. His achievements are not as obvious: served in World War II; helped build the aerospace industy; raised six kids and sent them all to college; married to his wife for almost fifty years. During the war, his Division liberated a concentration camp. He received a shrapnel injury and Purple Heart fighting in the Battle of the Bulge. He earned a Bronze Star for retrieving and rescuing a fallen comrade. We were so proud when Orange County honored Latino veterans, and his banner hung from the rafters during the ceremony. My father. One of the Greatest indeed.
In the pictures above, you can see him holding a slide rule and with a radio. Although he did not have a lot of education before going into the service, he was a brilliant man who became a radio tech in his infantry unit. In the group picture, he's standing on the far right.
He was such a big man.
Rinda I really appreciate seeing these photos today, your father sounds like a wonderful man :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, Rinda.
ReplyDeleteThis is a really beautiful post Rinda and a wonderful tribute. We don't have Memorial day here, but my thoughts always turn the same way on our Remembrance Sunday when I remember my Dad who was in the Royal Navy during the war.
ReplyDeleteHe was obviously a much loved and admired man. This is a lovely post that you have dedicated to him Rinda.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tribute to your father, Rinda. I can only imagine how proud you and your family are to have such a courageous person in your family. I hope you enjoy your Memorial Day weekend! xo
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful tribute,Rinda. Today in Britain and France we 'celebrate' the 70th anniversary of Dunkerque when over 300,000 troops [including my father] were rescued from the beaches by an amazing flotilla of small boats that crossed the Channel in their hundreds....truly the greatest generation.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful Rinda! We are headed to the cemetary today and visit the the family. Love you!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely way to honour your Dads memory xx
ReplyDeleteThank you for your father's service.
ReplyDeleteTruly a wonderful man! And such a treasure to have these photos!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to have these photos of your dad. You have every reason to be proud.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post and you must be so proud he sounds like he was such a lovely man.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Rinda for sharing your photos of your father during these times! I have enjoyed reading your posts and looking at the photos. Your father was a great man!
ReplyDeleteThis is such a great idea to repost these in honor of your dad, Rinda! It was cool to read them again.
ReplyDeleteI am always touched to be in contact with a well lived life ...
ReplyDeleteThis is simply wonderful Rinda. Thank you for posting it.
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