It is Memorial Day weekend here in the United States. Monday we celebrate the lives of the men and women who served this country and have passed away. Dad, Uncle Jody and Uncle Kelly are all at the Willamette National Cemetery in Portland, Oregon. I am very proud of them.
Above you see a picture of Dad fishing. He LOVED to fish. He was a wonderful man. Though I knew Dad fought in WW2, it wasn't until I was an adult I learned he had been captured in the Battle of the Bulge and spent time as a prisoner of war in a Nazi prison camp, specifically Stalag IX-B in Bad Orb.
Conditions were terrible and Stalag IX-B was ranked as one of the worst of the Nazi camps. Dad was a boy of 18 years old when he was drafted. He nearly died there. He was one of only three in his unit who survived. I'm so grateful that my gentle, yet strong Daddy came home safe and sound to meet Mumsie and make a family.
Thank you for dropping by. Your visits are so encouraging to me. Blessings and hope to each of you dear ones, and Happy Paint Party Friday!