History, Real Life and Faith
We’ve been in and out of Groton, Connecticut a handful of times since we moved away in 1986. Every visit, though, has been timed around Sunday morning because I wanted to go “home” to the church that succoured me, taught me, and encouraged me through some of the more difficult times of my life. Since leaving Bishop Seabury Episcopal Church to…
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We revisited our personal history many years ago. We drove across the country in a Volkswagen bus visiting friends, relatives and our family history from Los Angeles to Maine. My favorite spot required a weekend visit because I longed to spend time revisiting our older boys’ birthplace: Groton, Connecticut. Home in Connecticut My life in those years revolved around our home…
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When I wasn’t sleeping last night, I finished reading a very interesting book by Thomas Norman DeWolf called Inheriting the Trade: A Northern Family Confronts Its Legacy as the Largest Slave-Trading Dynasty in U.S. History. As a descendent of 200 years worth of slave owners, I’ve been uneasy with the whole subject of slavery ever since I unearthed the fact…
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I started crafting my life story for a select audience early in life. A parallel story line followed me through my growing up years, but I never told the stories until years later. Once I graduated from college and left Los Angeles, I never lived closer than 350 miles to my parents. My father used to gaze through his telescope…
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As the chief engineer on the oldest submarine in the Atlantic Ocean, my husband had a number of duties I never understood. As the youngest Lieutenant Commander in the Navy for a couple months in the early 1980s, he had gentlemanly responsibilities that didn’t always make sense–to him. For example, the Navy ball. He’s never been a big dancer, but…
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One of the many Navy wives I love died recently. Thinking of her, reminded me of another Navy wife whom I never met, whose actions bless me to this day. It started with a visit to Arlington National Cemetery some fifteen years ago, when we rode a tour bus through the prestigious grounds overlooking Washington, D. C. We saw the…
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