Sunday, January 3, 2016
Oddly enough, it is only now, well over 70 years later, that I consider the circumstance of how and when my uncle obtained the shells, how homesick he would have been, how much he longed for home and his family. (His 2 oldest children are slightly younger than I). It would have taken some time for a gift to arrive in Texas, putting the shells very near the months less than a year prior when
More than 1,000 U.S. troops were killed in action and some 2,000 were wounded in only three days of fighting at Tarawa. Word of the heavy casualties soon reached the U.S. and the public was stunned by the number of American lives lost in taking the tiny island.
Finally, I am understanding more of the meaning of my gift of shells.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
I have begun a knitting project, or shall I say begun to finish one I started over 40 years ago! When I was pregnant with our first son, I finished a lovely cream colored knitted shawl in which we wrapped him for his trip home from the hospital. Each of his two younger brothers also came home wrapped in the shawl, as have each of my granddaughters now. But when I was pregnant with our 2nd son, I started something that would be "his" by knitting some wide lace intended to grace a receiving blanket. Anyone who has been pregnant while running after a 2 year old will understand why that project barely got started. When son #3 was on the way, I picked up the lace again and completed another 8 or 10 inches. Now that son is 40 and expecting his own child and I have once again begun to knit on the lace. It isn't easy getting started and striking my stride on a project that old, plus I had to order some yarn that is as close to the original as possible. I hope I successfully complete it this time. Arthritic fingers don't knit as nimbly! :) I used to knit while I watched TV, but right now I am keeping my eyes glued to the pattern and the knitting!