ORIGIN

Epinal, Les Vosges, France

Short Story

Constantly Open to Receive

Life is a constant dialogue between birth, living and death.

For my 20th birthday, my loving parents surprised me with visiting my birthplace Epinal.  We were stationed in Frankfurt, Germany close enough to the French border for a weekend getaway –  here’s my thanksgiving  to them for my life.

Out of the blue one day my maman Denyse began sharing memories of D-Day June 6, 1944.  American soldiers swarmed Southern France; my father Smitty landing at St. Tropez that August.  I never thought to ask my parents exactly when they met; they married in September 1946 and eventually moved to Epinal far from sunny Provence.

Then Denyse said, “I helped with cooking at the mess hall and feeding the soldiers, and when you were born, a German POW would stay by your crib until I finished in the kitchen.”  She must have seen the alarm on my face and quickly reassured me that he was a gentle old soul whom she had to trust.

Epinal is the first official American military cemetery.  The original wooden pegs still adorn the individual graves; here are some historical photos:

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Entrance to Epinal Cemetery January 1945

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Family photo dated 1947 found tucked in my mother’s bible June 2016

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The Mess Hall located in a barn

 

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German POW’s carrying an American soldier to his resting place

Fast forward today, I learned the history of the 46th Quartermaster Graves Registration Company that my Papa was assigned to reworking hasty burials and establishing proper grave sites for all fallen soldiers in the region.

I began to fathom the hardships my parents experienced bringing me into the world under these horrible postwar conditions, such a bolt of historical mystery being revealed, an epiphany into their brave love story.  They never talked about it, which now explains many things about my parents.

What a marvelous birthday gift my parents are giving me today.  The blood-stained soil I was born on covering over 100,000 fallen soldiers is greater than my life, this gift beyond my parents’ graves.

Life certainly provokes us through the things that happen to us.  Like how Jesus spoke in Luke 8:18:

“Therefore consider carefully how you listen.  Whoever has will be given more; whoever does not have, even what they think they have, will be taken from them.”

Tis very good to be constantly open to receive!

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Epinal Cemetery 2018

Maman and Papa, thank you for all your sacrifices and

I salute all of our brave heroes there and around the world

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HAPPY!

Cafe’ Jules by Lisa Graa-Jensen

‘I AM FROM’ POEM

I am from a medley universal

a life giving eclectic magnet

I am from a free gypsy spirit

versatile style and relationships

I am from deeply rooted to unconventional beliefs

I am from God’s grace and beauty

writing joyfully from the heart

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Today, June 4th, 2018

I am elated, thankful to God for my Beloved John on our 30th wedding anniversary!

 

‘I AM FROM’

Oil Canvas ‘Consonance and Disonance’ by Scott Naismith

‘I AM FROM’ POEM

I AM FROM SMITH AND DENYSE DAWSON, AN INTERNATIONAL MEDLEY

I AM FROM FEMME FATALE TO CONSECRATED LAYWOMAN, AN ECLECTIC MAGNET

I AM FROM GYPSY-SPIRITED TO FIERCELY FAITHFUL IN RELATIONSHIPS, STYLE AND DECORUM

I AM ORTHODOX TO UNCONVENTIONAL THINKING WHEN NECESSARY

I AM FROM BEING GOURMANDE IN FESTIVE CUISINE TO BEING AEROBICALLY FIT

I AM FROM BEING DANGEROUSLY MULTI-TASKING TO BEING CONTENTLY PASSIVE

I AM EVER SO THANKFUL TO EVERYONE WHO HAS MADE MY BIRTHDAY AND LIFE FABULOUS!

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HODGEPODGE

Vive USA and Vive la FRANCE!

“I AM FROM” POEM

I am an American and French hodgepodge

From father in Pittsburgh to mother in Avignon, I embrace all things eclectic

I am from world travelers to loving being a domestic hermit

From creative inspirations to cooking from scratch

I am delighted with a soft vanilla ice cream on a hot summer’s day

From Vin rouge, baguette and Brie to grilled cheese sandwich

From heaven and earth

I am from the heart writing “love letters” to God

in thanksgiving for my life.

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INTRODUCTION

“I Am From” Prayer

I am from the Potter’s hand

with no choice but to become one of a kind

From clay He fashioned my bones and flesh

a wondering mind full of desires, yet with temptations of my own design

I am on this journey full of surprises and disappointments

yet given all the love and forgiveness I need

to return to my Potter’s hand

washed clean and made eternal

in thanksgiving for my life.

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