I’m a California girl, but truth be told, I had my start in New Jersey. Little would I have ever guessed, that on my birthday, I would have the opportunity to stand in front of my first home, swing by the hospital of my birth, and reconnect with one of my cousins who hasn’t strayed far from home. Pretty cool.
My mom and dad and all their family came from these northeast jersey parts, but World War II and the Marine Corp gave them the bug to move to San Diego when I was a 4 year old. Up and left family and friends and moved to the land of opportunity. We lived in Bird Rock, and then the Muirlands of La Jolla so I haven’t strayed far.
So I am back to my roots, and ever so glad to reconnect but even more glad to be in the land of sunshine!
I can’t help but think about World War II when I am in Germany. Steve and I had parents who fought in it, and evidences of it are all around.
Well today we are in Nuremberg. It is the sight of most of those parades you see with all the soldiers heiling the Furher. Went to the Memorial at the sight of the trials and it was appalling that the worst of war criminals; Hitler, Goebbels, and Himmler were never brought to justice…they committed suicide.
On our travels we always pray that God would show us His GLORY – and it has never failed that scales practically fall from our eyes and we see incredible sights and wonders. Yesterday I teared up as it hit me like a ton of bricks, that it wasn’t the scenery that was the glory, but the people on this cruise! In our attempt to meet everyone on this ship, we have heard about some amazing lives, and found the world a smaller place.
We had quite a day yesterday Saturday, April 25, 2009. It was 
The photos, testimonies, and mementos of those who served really came alive in the museum presentation and on the field of green that over looks the Omaha Beach. While 3 of our parents served in this war, they were fortunate to serve in other locals: Barbara in Washington D.C., George in Africa and Brazil, and Joe went to China. War is different now in so many ways…Steve was in Vietnam…and that was different too. Unlike most other countries, service in our military is honored; it is not just a job but a commitment. But the risks are great. We were taken with the fact that the crosses we saw represented young people who gave up their futures so that others could have one. And so many loved ones left behind to grow old without them.