A different sort of stash

Ha! Google translate says:
"Forgive me, but my German is old and sickly"
Sounds like me!
 
Now that's a moniker and a half!
They were serious about names back then :)

If you read German, I may be hitting you up for clarifications


;)

But yes, I do read German (and comprehend what I read :) ) — look closely at the titles on the bookshelf in the photo I posted in the Panther Ausf. D thread. However, I am under the impression there are also some native German speakers around here, too.
 
Bitte. Ich kann auch ein bisschen Deutsch. Aber an die zwei Jahre Gymnasium vor über 40 Jahren kann ich mich an nichts erinnern. Aber sie wirken immer wütend.
 
... I attended French school until university. In high school, besides the mandatory French and English, you could take Spanish... for me, that extra slot was always reserved for Music!
 
This guitar is amazing
Very nice! Have probably heard him in his amazing cross-genre journey over the years, but was not concious of his name! Thanks for the tip-off.
Guess who has been a flamenco aficionado going on 20 years? :cool:
... my recent attempts at rasgueo and picado leave a lot to be desired, but I do try!
 
Not in my current find, but a few years ago, when I got back in to modeling, I remembered the musty smelling hard cover books my Dad had read as a kid during the war and lent me on long car (and train) rides to the Maritimes; all summer I would look up into the sky, imagining some German Ace diving out of the sun on my six ...

Alas, they have not survived to the present day, but I did find them in Kindle form.
The improbable adventures of teenage Ace, Dave Dawson (American) and his buddy, Freddie Farmer (Brit), flying all manner of planes in every theatre of the war!

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Out of Egypt

We read about the coastal road over which so much of the war fought, so much of the armies moved eastward, then westward, just to be repeated again.
The line running along the coast is made up of the retreating Axis army... hope you can zoom in.
Like so many ants from this altitude.

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... 2010, April Fools day, Dad passed on.
After a bit, Mom decided to downsize.
You know how it goes.
Up from the basement, down from the attic.
What about all this stuff?
On every visit, we'd fill the trunk of the car, and drive it away, lightening that load for mum, not to worry.

So today, 10 or so years after my return to The Hobby, I remember that there is a tub somewhere, with old magazines from the 40s, passed down from my old Gamps (grandfather).
Turns out there are a dozen or so from the war years, twice again from the 50s.

I was literally shaking as I pulled some of them from their sleeves.

Here is a sampling:

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As small as the world appears through the lens of this Forum, I wish you all could sit here with me and smell the stories and the lives captured in these pages.
I've just come across this thread. Reminded me of when my best friend passed away.
My dad.
I remember as a kid he had a tin full of little photos of when he was in REME in Egypt in 1946.
We couldn't find it for years. Asked him numerous times and he had no idea where it was.
So we're there clearing out his things. I find the tin.

That's when I burst into tears.

Mementos can be the most significant things in life.
 
I've just come across this thread. Reminded me of when my best friend passed away.
My dad.
I remember as a kid he had a tin full of little photos of when he was in REME in Egypt in 1946.
We couldn't find it for years. Asked him numerous times and he had no idea where it was.
So we're there clearing out his things. I find the tin.

That's when I burst into tears.

Mementos can be the most significant things in life.
So true. Pantherman
 


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