I am so interested in what happened to so much of Germany's pre-Hitler history, the belongings of people hidden away in so many places. My Dad was with the Canadian Army in Europe, and I remember the day he came home exactly, it is etched in my mind. He will be 99 in May. My husband is a WWII collector of vehicles, gas masks of many of the countries involved, does remembrance day displays in schools and museums every year with information sent to him by the gov't. especially where animals were involved. But I have a separate mystery, too. Though my great-grandfather was born in Canada, there appears to be no information in records about him other than the death of his mother. It's very strange. Even stranger is that a distant cousin & I have the same photograph with the same dates of who is purportedly our great-great-grandmother but each photograph has a different name. Spooky, right?
My paternal grandmother was a clairvoyant. I've had numerous experiences through the years, but I'll just mention the most recent a few weeks ago: My parents had given me my maternal grandmother's ruby ring for Christmas. I've never worn much jewellery, but there was a tight bond between the two of us from as far back as WWII and a few years prior to her passing. She had lived in the Yukon 1900-1908 (born 1892), spending the winter of 1900/1901 on a sternwheeler up on the ways, her father was steam engineer on the paddlewheelers and they lived on this one for that winter, she was 8 yrs. old. Already suffering from Alzheimers, I drove her up to the Yukon and Alaska in 1979 and learned her history first-hand. So, this ring was very special to me, but I only started wearing it a couple of months ago. As soon as I put it on, the piano struck a chord! This was originally her piano, and at that particular time I happened to have the cover down on the keys, so it certainly wasn't something falling on them & was definitely a chord. I immediately went to the living room and said "Grandma?" and had the overwhelming feeling of comfort. So, yes, I believe.
I've had a pet cat, her name was Slinky and she lived to the age of 22. When we moved to a farm she wouldn't associate with the barn cats, apparently she decided they belonged to the farm and she belonged to us...or we belonged to her! My daughter had a pet goat named Cindy and our two eldest (girl & boy) had horses; now that I live in the north my "pets" are the moose that come around our property.
My cozy spot for reading or dreaming is an armchair by my living room window where I can take breaks by looking out at the mountain and glacier nearby and any wildlife that happens along. Then quickly back to my reading (unless I feel the need to grab my camera quickly!) I love words and especially love the fun most cozy writers have with them. I've lived urban and I've lived rural (and I love Pike Place even though I'm Canadian!) Currently we still have snow up here in northern BC so a great time to read cozies. Thanks for the opportunity to win this book (I also like to review the books I read)
The story of the war in Italy is not so well-known today, and yet it was a matter of Italians caught in the middle of opposing countries, locked in a fatal position with lack of clothing and food. Soldiers of the Allied Forces who tried to reach them found themselves struggling to survive in the Long March. I know, two of my Dad's cousins were on that march. I am so glad you researched this part of WWII and how these brave individuals withstood the pull from three countries in opposite directions...Spain, Greece and Russia, amazes me. As I said, it is not a well-known campaign or perhaps I should say it has not been glamorized in succeeding years. I remember everyone rolling bandages at home, knitting socks, vests, etc. (I think that's when I learned to knit) and I still have a couple of the knitting books with the patterns that were approved. They belonged to Mom and Grandma. I was 5 when Dad came home. We are in Canada. The story deserves to be told. Thank you for doing just that.