by Circe Olson Woessner
Recently, our local public radio station had its spring fundraiser. Each day, I swore I’d call in or pledge online, but then I got busy and forgot. An artist friend of mine on the East Coast put out a call for donated building supplies, and for people to help her refurbish her new art gallery—and lots of people liked her Facebook post—but no one stepped up to help. A large group booked a special event at a local space—and then no-showed, never considering that the owner of the space had cleared her schedule to accommodate them.
Many small nonprofits depend on donations to do their work, and with the new tax laws and a volatile economy, they fear they may not survive if the incentive for people to donate goes away…So, if you love, love, love a special cause, please show them your love by supporting it. Read the rest of this entry »
In 1952, I left, to attend a Boy Scout jamboree with other scouts to spend two weeks in Blair Atholl, Scotland We were the sons of American military personnel who were stationed in a southern Germany as part of the allied occupation force. It had only been a recent practice to participate in any form of group activity with local people, due to the disparity of living conditions and the after shock of the war years. We traveled on an olive drab military bus as far as the coast of the English channel at Ostend, Belgium.
All along our route we saw the terrible evidence of the war that had just been fought. Our presence, for some was their first contact with American youth. As I look back I remember how hard we worked to leave a good impression:
When we rode on the ship to England, we found a group of touring middle age women who had been visiting loved ones buried in the military cemeteries. Some of us, with guitars (Tony Phillips and David Murphy, I believe) led them in songs.
At the train station we drew the attention of the BBC, who noticed that we were going down the aisles passing out small packages of marshmallows. We learned that few of them had not seen or tasted a marshmallow before. At the beginning of our trip. each of us packed a can of Hormel ham to share with our host families. We realized that the British were still under a strict food rationing system. At the Tower of London, we were told that the only ones in England who were given a daily ration of meat were the ravens who populated the large courtyard.
We were awakened from our tents, in Scotland by the thrilling sound of bagpipes. I even accomplished a ‘l rounder’ in a Cricket game. I think, for all of us, that we so wanted to make the battle scarred world whole again.
By Hudson Phillips.
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Archive of Modern American Warfare (AMAW) at Texas Tech University in Lubbock collects and preserves records that document America’s involvement in military actions after 1975, such as Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm, Operations Provide Relief and Restore Hope, the Kosovo War, Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom. The Archive encompasses issues regarding national security, military and government intelligence, homeland defense, the development of new military technologies, diplomacy, and the personal experiences of American servicemen and women.
The AMAW is seeking donations from military veterans. The Archive is particularly interested in collecting digital material such as emails, blogs and other personal websites, text and instant messages, word processing documents, oral histories, digital photographs, digital videos, and digital audio recordings. These materials are of vital importance because digital materials are more susceptible to deterioration over time than are paper records, yet both are equally valuable for the historical information they contain. The Archive also collects traditional archival material, such as correspondence and artifacts.
For more information, please see the AMAW brochure
by Circe Olson Woessner
In 2014, a man named Reiner contacted me after I posted a memory piece and some photos about the 3/11 ACR families stationed in Bad Hersfeld, West Germany right before the fall of the Iron Curtain. He asked if he could reuse some of the blog photos because he was working on a special project in his home town in Germany. I immediately sent him several, and just recently, I e-mailed him a couple more.
I really liked this one, and wanted to share it:
In September, 2015, Reiner he replied, saying,
“Thank you so much for the two photos. My small collection of pictures and information about OP-India and the region until its closure in 1990, has progressed very well. We have checked the tower in the meantime, and our municipality wants to ensure the restoration. In the observation room, we are… a large number of many images exhibit to document the life here during the Cold War.
So should you have more pictures, please send them to me via email.
Thanks again for your trouble.
Greetings from Lüderbach in central Germany
Because I, too, am in the process of creating a museum (the Museum of the American Military Family) I asked him if he had any photos from OP India showing the renovation progress–
“Thank you for your e-mail. In the appendix you can find 2 pictures of the clean up this March. It was not a nice weather, it snowed lightly. We have cleaned up the former observation room. Everything from the walls, floor and ceiling. Thus, only the pure concrete is still left. By the way, the man with the broom in brown overalls, that’s me. Today we have had a meeting to coordinate further action. We have to open the target of the tower and the trail involved next year. I will continue to take pictures and send them to you.
Greetings from the beautiful Lüderbach
As the renovations continue, I will continue to post updates—and show photos.
Here are the links to the Lüderbach website and Facebook page.
If anyone has photos of OP INDIA and would like to help Reiner with this project, please email them to:
This article was written by Air Force Brat Jan Wertz for the Sheltie Pacesetter. It tells how her dog, Penny, became a Therapy Dog and what she does.
Penny knows what Tuesday means for her. When I put the blue and yellow bandanna on my little sable Sheltie girl, she knows she is about to work as a Therapy Dog at a local elder care residence facility. A few minutes later, she is at work visiting and making the elderly residents smile. Our first stop is in the small, very tidy, apartment of a lady who is 101 years old. The woman’s hands are gnarled by arthritis, but she gently strokes Penny’s ears and around her face. And the tired look of resignation is replaced with a soft smile of happiness. Penny regards the petting as her due; a retired show winner she knows she is royalty. Her dark brown eyes regard the elderly lady with calm acceptance. A moment later, she tells us stories of her family and her own dogs from times past. She is no longer an elderly resident who has outlived her friends and many of her family, but in memory she relives happier times and is content. The look on Penny’s face says she understands every word. This is one of the things a Therapy Dog does. Read the rest of this entry »