tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post5592787613737312895..comments2023-09-11T23:57:00.520-05:00Comments on Velvet Sacks: Trinkets and Treasures - No. 10Linda@VShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-26225747886403041082012-01-04T19:37:55.448-06:002012-01-04T19:37:55.448-06:00Janet, what you say is true, and I know my dad und...Janet, what you say is true, and I know my dad understood, intellectually, that he had done what he needed to do. Somehow that knowledge never gave him much comfort.<br /><br />SDC, you're so right when you say that the veterans were expected to "suck it up." My grandfather saw thick action in WWI, yet I never heard him say a word about it in all the years I knew him. I'm glad you finally have a relationship with your father; that will become even more important to you after he's gone.<br /><br />Holly, I'm glad the photos you were given have filled in some blanks for you. Our lives are such puzzles sometimes, and it's great when something comes along to help us fit some pieces into place.Linda@VShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04499621332375290781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-90733957923126336502012-01-04T12:55:58.994-06:002012-01-04T12:55:58.994-06:00Velvet, What a gift these photos have brought you!...Velvet, What a gift these photos have brought you! Your father's story has pierced my heart. I'm lucky that all of my uncles and dad made it through that alive and except for one, relatively sane. <br /><br />It's interesting that I received a parcel of photos from my childhood the other day. I've learned so much about my father's family from a handful of photos....CreekHiker / HollysFollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14987597104795294851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-67682124584234776092012-01-04T09:39:45.654-06:002012-01-04T09:39:45.654-06:00Sorry, that anonymous post above was me. Oops! B...Sorry, that anonymous post above was me. Oops! Brain fart.SDCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-25178150007639120782012-01-04T09:38:04.663-06:002012-01-04T09:38:04.663-06:00This post resonates deeply for me. My dad served ...This post resonates deeply for me. My dad served in Korea. Unfortunately he inherited the family propensity for alcoholism, and was a chronic, booze addled wreck when he came back. Men didn't talk about those things back then, so we have no idea what happened to him over there. They were expected to suck it up, be thankful they had lives and families to come home to and carry on. A lot could do it, some couldn't. Trying to silence it all landed him indigent with advanced dementia. He's in a veterans home now, and receiving excellent care. Ironically, this is the first time I've ever had a real relationship with him, and we both take comfort in each others company. He doesn't always know who I am, but I can live with that. I have so few pictures of him from those days. He never could stand still for a camera, so they're all that much more precious to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21612081.post-40361212131902304792012-01-03T17:13:40.876-06:002012-01-03T17:13:40.876-06:00these are indeed treasures, I know how you must ha...these are indeed treasures, I know how you must have felt when you got them-like I did when I discovered my dad's WWII photos. I wish he'd have written things on the backs of them, though. <br /><br />I don't think your dad should have felt too bad about shooting that German, because he didn't know if the German would have shot HIM. War is hell.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com