Every six months I rearrange my living room in order to clean under the furniture and while doing this unexciting task and listening to the boys I thought you might have a “Meet & Greet” for our group. Line up a picture of the boys and everyone that wishes to share some of their life can pretend as if they are talking to one of the boys and telling him her/his story. Everyone tell us much as they are comfortable with. JUST AN IDEA.
If you wish to post my e-mail as a starter it is OK. I am sure not everyone is as nuts as I am. Gina
Sure they are Gina. Tell it to one of the Guys.
Gianluca stop making faces. Ignazio quit frowning. Piero, put the phone down and listen! Behave Guys . Here’s your chance to…
Meet & Greet Gina
Since I am becoming an e-mail pest I want to introduce myself. Jana said she was a history buff so I thought I’d share some of mine. I keep mentioning Lithuania and Europe. I was 9 when we left Lithuania and lived in Salzburg till the end of the war. After the war all displaced persons where scooped up and put in the DP camps. I went to a Lithuanian school and we did folk dancing and other activities. Later when we came to the States most of the emigrants seemed to congregate in large cities and had their own churches, social clubs, social activities and sport activities. We traveled to other cities and met the other Lithuanians and had concerts and athletic competitions. I was 25 before I left Cleveland and completely immersed into the American life. Before we lived a “double life” of going to American schools or work and then spending the rest of the time in our own circle. In a moment of insanity I joined the Marine Corp after my first marriage went south. I was not made to be a Marine. I made it thru Officer’s Training by shear will and support of one of the officers who kept telling me not to quit. After my tour I transferred into the US Army. Marine Corps in early 60’s did not have many opportunities for women. Shorty after I was stationed at Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, I met my husband, married, adopted two children (babies) and had a surprise pregnancy. In 1966 women could not have dependents under 18 or be pregnant and stay in. I had to resign my commission. A few year later things changed and today women have children and stay in. My son and youngest daughter are eight months apart. My husband retired in 1979 and we came to his home Texas. Now old age has arrived and as I said Il Volo and their travels brought me back to so many memories. I have some small and faded memories of Vienna and wish I could be there during Eurovision to see the boys.
The dancing was the DP Camp in Schwabisch Gmund in 1949 (now a US Army Base). The one with people standing at a RR Station is in Ludwigsburg, Germany 1950 (I am the one with the grey jacket and dorky socks and shoes). Before you could emigrate you had to go to a central camp and pass a physical etc. There was a big business in selling healthy lungs. You could not go if you had TB. We took a train to the ship we sailed on the Gen. Sturgis. The Lady Marine trying to look efficient. Gina