Category Archives: Travel

Reims | Spring 2016

Our travel east from Paris to Verdun and the Argonne forest was through Reims. Before the return train, we quickly visited the cathedral. Restoration work continues on the west front — and, coincidentally, to a portion of the nearby Carnegie library.

Reims | Spring 2016

Our travel east from Paris to Verdun and the Argonne forest was through Reims. Before the return train, we quickly visited the cathedral. Restoration work continues on the west front — and, coincidentally, to a portion of the nearby Carnegie library.

The great war

Cousins raised as brothers — four boys from two sisters who married two brothers — only one would survive the Great War.

The great war

Cousins raised as brothers — four boys from two sisters who married two brothers — only one would survive the Great War.

Meuse-Argonne

I was surprised on a recent trip to learn that Meuse-Argonne is the largest American military cemetery in Europe. It is the second largest in the world; only the American military cemetery in Manila is larger. Even with the late (albeit

Meuse-Argonne

I was surprised on a recent trip to learn that Meuse-Argonne is the largest American military cemetery in Europe. It is the second largest in the world; only the American military cemetery in Manila is larger. Even with the late (albeit

Fichier Origine

It was when I came upon “C-l-o-u…” that I hit the motherlode — all 6 mentions of Cloutier matched names and dates in the Long pedigree index provided by my sister. And while the index is literally long, the name comes from my mother,

Fichier Origine

It was when I came upon “C-l-o-u…” that I hit the motherlode — all 6 mentions of Cloutier matched names and dates in the Long pedigree index provided by my sister. And while the index is literally long, the name comes from my mother,

The beachcomber

We’re walking along an urban pocket beach on the north side of Chicago. Lake Michigan is large and cool behind us when I really notice the stones. If the boy’s mother were here, she would beachcomb for the one — a souvenir of this place. I try to emulate her

The beachcomber

We’re walking along an urban pocket beach on the north side of Chicago. Lake Michigan is large and cool behind us when I really notice the stones. If the boy’s mother were here, she would beachcomb for the one — a souvenir of this place. I try to emulate her