World War II consumed me for a while—at least the parts of it that my parents found themselves in. And their love affair fascinated me, too. How many people get to be in on their parents’ first attraction to each other?
I worried about WWII daughters who might find letters and not value them—or not know what to do with them.
And I wondered about how the world has changed so much in the years I’ve been alive. How does that happen? Who shapes the trends and what forces shape our actions?
But, as you’ve probably noted, my blogging hasn’t been very consistent. And not very frequent, either, of late.
Other things occupy my thoughts. Different topics form my reading list. I’m trying to learn to play my harp. I’m studying religion and the origins of Christian doctrines. I have grandchildren who live close to our summer home. I’ve moved on from my all-consuming interest in WWII.
And so I close this blog and thank you all for reading my musings and commenting on them. Best of luck to you as you continue to investigate your fathers’ trails in the war!
Jane Beaton Bartow, author of To Elinor, a romance in two voices