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legalmooseTo live in the District of Columbia is to live in a city of memory. At least when one visits "official" DC and the area around the National Mall.
The World War II Memorial opened this morning, a month ahead of its official dedication on Memorial Day, May 31st, 2004. The early opening is because of the death rate of these men and women, most of whom are in their 70s and 80s.
As part of the whole memorial project the web site is providing a registry of veterans for family members to list and/or search for their relatives who served. I searched for my grandfather, who passed away about eight years ago and who was not yet listed, and then called my father to let him know about the URL, and to ask him to post his step-father's information on the site.
It is seldom that I really, truly value the fact that I have an office with a door. Looking over the memorial design on the
The World War II Memorial opened this morning, a month ahead of its official dedication on Memorial Day, May 31st, 2004. The early opening is because of the death rate of these men and women, most of whom are in their 70s and 80s.
As part of the whole memorial project the web site is providing a registry of veterans for family members to list and/or search for their relatives who served. I searched for my grandfather, who passed away about eight years ago and who was not yet listed, and then called my father to let him know about the URL, and to ask him to post his step-father's information on the site.
It is seldom that I really, truly value the fact that I have an office with a door. Looking over the memorial design on the
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To live in the District of Columbia is to live in a city of memory. At least when one visits "official" DC and the area around the National Mall.
The <a href="http://www.wwiimemorial.com" target="_blank">World War II Memorial</a> opened this morning, a month ahead of its official dedication on Memorial Day, May 31st, 2004. The early opening is because of the death rate of these men and women, most of whom are in their 70s and 80s.
As part of the whole memorial project the web site is providing a registry of veterans for family members to list and/or search for their relatives who served. I searched for my grandfather, who passed away about eight years ago and who was not yet listed, and then called my father to let him know about the URL, and to ask him to post his step-father's information on the site.
It is seldom that I really, truly value the fact that I have an office with a door. Looking over the memorial design on the <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com" target="_"blank">Post website</a> and going through the registry, not knowing if I'd see information on my grandfather or not, I pretty much immediately teared up. Waited until I'd calmed that to call Dad (though I suspect if I'd gotten other than his voicemail I'd have teared up again talking to him).
The <a href="http://www.wwiimemorial.com" target="_blank">World War II Memorial</a> opened this morning, a month ahead of its official dedication on Memorial Day, May 31st, 2004. The early opening is because of the death rate of these men and women, most of whom are in their 70s and 80s.
As part of the whole memorial project the web site is providing a registry of veterans for family members to list and/or search for their relatives who served. I searched for my grandfather, who passed away about eight years ago and who was not yet listed, and then called my father to let him know about the URL, and to ask him to post his step-father's information on the site.
It is seldom that I really, truly value the fact that I have an office with a door. Looking over the memorial design on the <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com" target="_"blank">Post website</a> and going through the registry, not knowing if I'd see information on my grandfather or not, I pretty much immediately teared up. Waited until I'd calmed that to call Dad (though I suspect if I'd gotten other than his voicemail I'd have teared up again talking to him).
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Date: 2004-04-29 05:42 pm (UTC)From one moose to another!!!