This one was a heavy one. I loved reading about Laura Ingersoll Secord. I had to google her for the rest of the story, but wow! what a courageous woman!

I loved Jean Smart in Designing Women, and I figured she was near my age. Shocked my socks off to find out she is only my daughter's age!

How sad about the children being shipped away from the War only to have the ship hit and most of them perishing anyway. I used to have a friend I'd become acquainted with online who, as a child was farmed out to get him and his little sister away from the city where they were in danger of bombing. He said the family he went to tried to get his mom and dad to sign him over for adoption. (The family he'd gone to, was quite well to do.) They didn't, and the kids were returned. The older brother (11) had been kept at home; he resented it, but they got on with their lives, and he told me they'd find un-exploded weapons and bang on them with whatever they could, to see what was inside. Of course some of the little ones were killed doing that, but he and his siblings were lucky. He was a fantastic reader, and loved doing different accents and dialects as he read. He read every morning to me and a couple other people...he was, sadly, an athiest. I told him he'd find out when he woke up dead, that he was wrong in believing like that. I also told him, to come by and let me know he'd changed his mind.
He died in 2011. He was really quite a handyman. I had mentioned to him to fix my
heater if he died. A few mornings after I'd got notice from the other lady he'd read to, about his passing, I heard my old electric furnace kick on. (It hadn't worked for two years...) I grinned and told him to enjoy Heaven, there's more where that came from! My son happened to stop in that day and noticed the heater working. He commented, "Oh you finally got a new fuse for it?" I hadn't. He checked...the old fuse was there, and working.