Showing posts with label Nazi Germany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nazi Germany. Show all posts

Friday, July 13, 2018

The Pit -Paint Party Friday


Because of lack of time this week, I am re-posting this drawing I created years ago.  This piece is a favorite and carries a lot of deep meaning for me, especially now because in this journey, I realize am just now emerging from the depths of depression. 

Corrie Ten Boom, survivor of the prison war camps of Nazi Germany wrote of her experiences in a book called The Hiding Place. She said, "There is no pit so deep that God is not deeper still."
.
The first time I read this amazing woman's book, I was profoundly moved. Confronting death, starvation, disease, and the worst kind of cruelty from her fellow human beings--in the face of absolute, abject hopelessness--Corrie Ten Boom's faith grew.
.
Remembering her wise words fills my heart with wonder and hope.

Thank you for dropping by, dear Friends.  Your visits make me smile--your comments are a delight to my heart.  Happy Paint Party Friday!

Friday, May 25, 2018

Bubble Dancer -Paint Party Friday

There is magic to be found in a bubble dancing over the flower garden.  Here you see a bubble dancer.  I would SO love to be able to hold a bubble in my hands as she is doing--to marvel over its' rainbow hues and upside down world.

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!