An Ill Wind

I spoke to my father on Valentine’s Day and he broached the idea with me, of pulling out a manuscript written by my paternal grandfather about his experiences in the war. It seems I come by memoir honestly. Although I have had a copy for years, I have never actually managed to get through it. Perhaps it has to do with my minimal interest in WWII, but suddenly, now that I am a writer, my dad’s idea seems obvious. I was dragging my heels a bit, still not picking it up, but then came upon the post of AnnieGirl1138 with a video from The Ghost and Mrs. Muir in which Mrs. Muir writes the book as told by a ghost. So barring any more obvious bonks to the head of what needs to be done here, I am off to read An Ill Wind, by Edwin Albert Carter. I’ll keep you posted.

4 Comments

  1. anniegirl1138 February 25, 2009 at 5:40 pm

    Wow, this is a first for me. Usually I am the one being clobbered.

  2. Ter March 1, 2009 at 2:47 pm

    I’ve stumbled upon your blog via Ann again..and again…

    I am a recent widow myself and I’m very sorry for your tragic loss. And even though it has been a few years for you, you are somewhat a glimpse of my future.

  3. Abigail March 2, 2009 at 6:54 pm

    Annie, thanks for inspiring the clobber. Still not sure quite what to do with what I am finding (a manuscript loaded with undefined WW2 references), but its an interesting glimpse into the mind of my very reclusive grandfather.

    Ter:
    I remember needing to meet those people who gave me the light at the end of the tunnel. I am so glad I can be that for you. At some point, grief and life become more and more indistinguishable.

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