I’m not sure how to write this post.
There are many twists and turns. Everything is important. This post could go on for days.
I think I’ll just start throwing words out into the internet, and perhaps the story will evolve. 547 more words
When ever I travel across Denmark my husband and I check on our app airmen.dk if we are near by any of their graves. Many of the graves are held by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission and you can see the characteristic Head Stones like in the war cemeteries in Normandy France. 194 more words
Sugar and I are at the Ernest F. Hollings ACE Basin Wildlife Refuge on Edisto. We’ve been to Edisto a few times to go to the Presbyterian Church’s graveyard (of course), the museum (they sell books!), and the Lawton-Seabrook Cemetery (we have a grave disease). 145 more words
Jacob Riis. A police reporter and photographer in New York at the height of his career about 1890.
He was born in Ribe, a little but famous town in Denmark, in 1849 and died worn out in Massachusetts in the United States in 1914. 1,187 more words