Monthly Archives: June 2016

The Boy in the Photo

There were so many decisions involved in self-publishing my book, but the easiest was the choice of a photograph for the cover. I knew exactly which picture I would use. Years ago, I temporarily “stole” my father’s photograph album. It … Continue reading

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How Do You Know?

After successfully tracing my father’s family from New Jersey to the Soviet Union and back again, I am up to a more relevant challenge— investigating the Native American heritage of Elizabeth Warren. I admit that I am not a fan … Continue reading

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Destiny?

I recently watched a series involving time travel—November 22, 1963. The purpose of the journey was to go back in time and change a historical event. The obvious question is what happens to the lives of others when a single … Continue reading

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If You’re Lucky Enough to be Irish You’re Lucky Enough

I have been following the adventures of Vice President Joe Biden as he visits Ireland this past week. Since the Irish Prime Minister Enda Kenny is from Castlebar (known there as the Taoiseach), I was hoping Joe would visit the … Continue reading

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How Did He Do It?

This day in 1941, my father arrived in Honolulu—a weary twenty-two year old young man traveling alone to New Jersey from the Soviet Union. I think that writing this story as a mother of three adult children gives me more … Continue reading

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That’s a Boatload of Silk!

On this day in 1941, Dad was still aboard the Kamakura Maru en route to Honolulu. His family had no choice but to remain in Novgorod. He was safe for now. I found a newspaper article, which stated that the ship … Continue reading

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Remembering Dad on Father’s Day

I remember Dad running beside me in the back yard while steadying my bike so I would not fall. He was forty-two, so he still had lots of stamina. But I was six and filled with so much more energy … Continue reading

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