BEGATS AND BEQUEATHALS

Or, Subtitled: “We lived in these tents before they finished our new barracks”

In a posting I made yesterday, I explained that I’m currently compiling a series of memoirs of the World War II service of my father and my uncles. The memoirs draw on information shared with me as family stories in my growing-up years, and I’m supplementing that information by trying to document, insofar as possible, what I was told as I was growing up. I also noted that I’m motivated to undertake this project because it occurs to me that I am the last link in a living chain of memory that knows these family World War II stories. When I’m gone, they’ll be gone, too, unless I record and share them now. (To read the rest of this posting, please click the numeral 2 below.)