Recent scenes of snow in the news made me think about my first exposure to snow in Germany. Until we arrived in Mannheim, Germany in 1962, we had lived in Georgia and snow was something I had glimpsed for about five minutes one fall. My first snow I remember my mother calling us to come outside and see the snow. My brother and I rushed outsside, where we saw large white flakes falling, then hitting the […]Read more →
Living On Military Bases and Posts
I stirred from an uneasy sleep. I needed to use the bathroom, too much juice again before bedtime. Opening my eyes I looked up into the darkness. It was quiet, only the gentle ticking from the clock crept through the stillness. A faint glow of sodium orange framed the bedroom curtain. I turn round to my left side and fumbled for my bedside clock which stood on the top of the bookcase beside the bunk […]Read more →
My most memorable Thanksgiving dinner was also my first. I was sixteen and after living thirteen years overseas had just gotten back to the U.S. the month before. I was stuck on a very remote post. There was no commissary, PX, snack bar, housing, nothing except a few million very tall pine trees. Only eight people lived on that post year around and I was going to be one of them. The Army said they […]Read more →
Editor’s Note: Only To A Brat was first published in Military Brats Online, June 7, 2011 It had to happen. Though I’d been dreading this for years, I knew the day would come, though I’d hoped I’d never see it. The final class to graduate from Mannheim American High School accepted their diplomas this year. A large piece of my personal history is beginning to slowly fade away. Oh sure…like many other installations that close down, […]Read more →
Military posts are often thought of as places where rough, scrappy civilians are turned into lean, mean, fighting machines.
But military posts are also where Military Brats learned the value of a dollar and how to stretch a dollar using shrewd bargain hunting skills taught by their parents.Read more →