By Ken Creeger My father was a tool man. He loved his tools and used them every day in his work and when needed at home. They fit perfectly in his hands and were extensions of his fingers. A talented self-taught mechanic, he could fix nearly anything mechanical, including diagnosing […]
WWII
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How I wish I could be hypnotized and sent back in time to revisit the first two years of my life. How I wish I could tear out of the deep recesses of my brain images, pictures of my grandparents who, I have been told, adored me. How I wish […]
Adapted from my book, Amazing Journey: Metamorphosis of a Hidden Child, 2010 Unlike our father, our mother avoided speaking about the Holocaust. It was very painful for her to remember those war years. Just as Father could not free himself from those events, Mother dreaded remembering them. After our father’s death […]