Love, Roses
Thursday October 06th 2022, 8:08 pm
Filed under: History,Life

The weird thing is, it’s not just that the back twinges–it’s that it suddenly refuses to hold me up and I find myself on the floor. If I can hold myself up with my arms (I learned in the shower this morning) I can breathe through it and it lets go before I have to.

This gives new meaning to the word backpack. Just ordered one. It should help a lot.

In between dealing with all that, I’m a good way through reading “Dearest Ones” by Rosemary Norwalk. Highly recommended. She was a Californian who ran a Red Cross outfit at a port in England during WWII, offering coffee and doughnuts and a smile to every single soldier whose boat came in or left from where she and a few other women were stationed, be it 4 a.m. or 11 p.m. the same day.

There was a big fuss made when the millionth such soldier arrived. And again at the two millionth. Red Cross headquarters: You want HOW many more pounds of flour?? They didn’t believe it. They had to come see for themselves. And then they sent more women to help out as well as supplies.

I have a friend who was born just after his father went off to serve–who never so much as contacted his wife and son after the war was over but vanished into some other life. Rosemary described friends who hadn’t seen their spouses in four years falling in love with people they served with every day in spite of themselves.

She was not going to become serious about anyone till after the war was over and she could see them in their normal lives, not this temporary circumstance that by its nature tended to make people feel close as the Nazis changed from bombs you could hear incoming to ones you could not. Not her, no sir, just here to do her job and serve.

She wrote many a letter home, signed, Love, Roses, and asked her folks to save them all–while writing in her journal the extra details she didn’t want to tell them yet.

And those became this book and a glimpse into the world of her youth.

Don’t tell me if she ended up marrying Bob, clearly she did but I’m not there yet. (There are at least three Bobs so that’s not a spoiler. Mostly.)

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I read that a couple of years ago, it’s great. Enjoy. Recover quickly. Yikes.

Comment by Marian 10.06.22 @ 9:40 pm

Thanks for the book recommendation. Have you read “The Violin Conspiracy” by Brendan Slocumb? Very well written mostly fiction about a black violinist. Slocumb is, himself, a black violinist and violist. I highly recommend it.

Comment by Anne 10.06.22 @ 11:31 pm

Oh, that back thing looks good, I hope it helps you!

Comment by ccr in MA 10.07.22 @ 5:25 am

No Kindle edition… 🙁

Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 10.07.22 @ 7:10 am

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