A collage of photos of our family members who have served, from the Civil War to Desert Storm.
I can only mention the father and son who served in the American Revolution.
November 10, 2014
November 7, 2014
Twenty-five years ago, not only was the Berlin Wall breached, but also, by extension, was the Fence along the Inner German Border separating East Germany from West Germany rendered an anachronism. Even in the time after the (accidental) opening of travel from East to West Berlin, getting past the Fence wasn’t quite as easy as much of it was protected by land mines planted in the ground around it.
I took this picture in 1979, 10 years before the beginning of the collapse of the Warsaw Pact. During my husband’s assignment to the American military community near Fulda, we lived about twelve miles away from “the fence.” Had there been hostilities, the front lines would have, again, overtaken the homes, gardens, driveways, farms and fields of ordinary people.
October 30, 2014
I and the family are not particularly happy that the Royals were shortchanged last night on their World Series tying run. One base away, that’s all it was.
This morning, I was very happy to watch a televised celebration for the Royals at Kauffman stadium. The 10,000 fans packing the lower level of seats changed their usual “Let’s go, Royals!” chant to “Thank-you, Royals!”
The team gave the fans a splendid post-season ride and now we’re all looking forward to spring training.
Let’s go, Royals! (after your well-deserved rest)
September 30, 2014
Watching the first Royals post-season game since my dad was around.
Hoping, naturally, that the Royals win.
Edit: And that would be — a WIN!!!!!!!!!
Dad would have enjoyed that game so much.
September 28, 2014
The latest Miss Marple in the PBS series Masterpiece Mystery is Endless Night, a bit of an oddity because Miss Marple isn’t a character in the book.<- [highlight to see spoiler] Continued spoilers, and a good review, are at the blog, The Agatha Christie Reader.
I’m happy that the stories continue to be made for new audiences as well as for those of us who apparently can’t get enough of Mrs. Christie’s books (the blue volumes in the near-top left and right shelves).
In addition to being happy to see the remake of the story, I liked seeing Tamzin Outhwaite’s name in websites about the episode. I last saw her in Redcap.
I was also tickled to see Janet Henfrey in the cast. I so enjoyed her as Mrs. Bale in As Time Goes By with Judi Dench and Geoffrey Palmer. Her attention to the shipping forecasts reminded me of my dad talking about the persistence of “gale-force winds” in the Scottish isles, an apparent feature of the radio weather reports in England in the early 1950s.
It makes it hard for younger people in the acting profession to get work when so many of their older colleagues continue to work well in the craft, but I do enjoy seeing familiar faces in familiar stories. Aspiring novelists may also have a tough time breaking into the ranks of well-known stories and characters because of the devotion of readers to their favorite writers. I know that if I’m reading another one of the Christie books, I’m not reading the stories of newer authors. I try to balance it by reading contemporary authors during the day when it’s easier to concentrate and saving Mrs. Christie for my soothing nighttime reads.
September 17, 2014
So, I’m sitting here, allegedly multitasking by checking a Sisters In Crime email list, emailing a thank-you, cribbing information on formatting ebooks, and watching the movie Scoop on Netflix. I’ve read that multitasking doesn’t actually work, but it seems that I’m doing it anyhow.
While I’m multitasking, a little voice in the back of my head keeps telling me I’m missing something. It’s a nagging little feeling, nothing momentous (thank goodness), but just something.
Through my haze of reading, typing, muting the story when suspenseful things are happening (I’m fine with mysteries, but I don’t [gracefully] do suspense), I think, “Lovejoy.” It finally dawns on me that one of the primary characters in the movie is Ian McShane, an actor I haven’t seen onscreen in years. That little voice isn’t in the back of my head, it’s coming from the television.
Now I’m going to have to waste time looking on Netflix for Lovejoy. I don’t have much hope, but you never know. In the meantime, back to Scoop.