None of my writing would have been possible without Grandpa’s encouragement. I have to admit I do have a thing for guys in uniform mostly because of these photos of my Grandpa’s.
Since the week before July 23rd on a whim and an accident I have continued to create 24 hour stories on Facebook. They disappear once you make them and I didn’t understand how it all worked for the longest time. Until I realized the dates matched from the dates of Grandpa’s letters to the actual days leading up to the actual Sunday he was taken capture.
What a thought, right! You look at dates and forget that every few years that coincide with the actual years they occurred in history. The letters he wrote home to his parents and to his girlfriend were now in my hands on the actual Tuesday and Thursday Grandpa had penned them on. To a historian that was an amazing jolt, as the granddaughter of this couple it was extraordinarily emotional.
Jewell’s of Thought, was merely an idea I didn’t know how to start. It was literally in the wings with a different intent to work as a writer doing editing and copywriting. All of that changed when my parents came with that bag of oldie goodies. Out of an abundance of emotions I just began to write and published my first article late in March. It has been quite a ride ever since that night.
During the last few years when Fauci and the government were making choices as a whole for the American public one thing always sent me chills. Grandpa understood what a person loses as he did being a prisoner on another continent. I am certain he believed that was the big difference for him he got to come home to a place of safety. Once the government started mandating public citizens I wonder what Grandpa’s thoughts would have been?
I have said this before that it’s our legal immigrants coming from communistic countries, and our prisoners of war that understand loss of freedoms and we need to heed their stories. I was watching some interviews with some dissidents today one from Venezuela and another from Iran. They speak with passion, because they have seen what many of us Americans have not seen in person. They do not want to see the signs of their old countries here in the land of the free. These guests were speaking about the indictments against the Presidential candidate in opposition of the incumbent.
We should all be as passionate if not more, being born into our freedoms. Why aren’t we? I have spent most of my life learning about my Grandpa’s time as a prisoner of war, not everyone has a reason to think about pow’s like I have since I was 14 years old. This is a passion of mine and the special knowledge that Grandpa was saved before his service time was monumental to how he served his country. His letters were filled with Church and talking about scripture this is the heritage he left our family.
Jewells of Thought 
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