Es ist gemütlich

I was dreaming in German last night… for the second night in a row. The problem with that is, well, I really don’t understand German. I actually studied the language in school…two years in junior high, two years in high school and a painful semester freshman year of college. I suppose it says more about... Continue Reading →

You Have My Grandmother’s Eyes

Last August, I talked my mother and my husband into attending our first Zartman Family Reunion, an annual event that takes place on the second Sunday each August. We were vaguely aware of these reunions, but despite living less than two hours away from the location, we never quite made the effort to find out... Continue Reading →

The Voices in My Head

I came across Elmer and Frank a few years back when I was doing some research—looking for photos of Scottsbluff during the WWII era for a book I hope to write. I discovered many useful images on the American Memory website hosted by the Library of Congress, (visit http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/index.html to view an amazing collection of... Continue Reading →

Tales of Stoic Germans and Drunk-Ass Irishmen…

As with all histories…the truth we think we know depends on who’s doing the telling. This is never more true than with family histories. Family politics and personal agendas are certainly not evident when you are a young child listening to the stories of your parents’ youth. And what’s even more insidious then what is... Continue Reading →

Homesteaders, Hometowns and Final Resting Places

I’ve often envied those people who have a “hometown”…the place they were born, were raised, the place their grandparents are buried. A place they know so well...their memories all rolled up into one location. When I am asked where I’m from, where I call home…I’m never quite sure how to answer. Is it the place... Continue Reading →

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