November 11,1951 , New Life , America

November 11th, some call it Veteran's Day, some call it Armistice Day others choose to call this remarkable day, Remembrance Day. November 11th a day we honor our military veterans, a day of celebrating the end of an earlier war. On the 11th hour, on the 11th day, of the 11th month of 1918 with the German signing of the Armistice, World War l had ended. On November 11, 1951, my family entered a new life in a new land, America. I had turned my back on my history as I was growing up for what was the past to someone like me who only had dreams of the future. I was clouded by the hardships my family was enduring and I only knew I was going to live a better life then my parents. Years have past, I have grown so has my curiosity, I feel an unexplainable desire to learn and write about the foundation of my life, my parents. Today, I read through memoirs , documents, history and look at old photos, conscious of the power of names, places,dates,my roots. I understand the significance of traces that remain of bygone generations. I now crave my past, I weep trying to remember what I felt as  my mother touched my hand, my life with my parents was too short and not enough was asked or said. As Eleanor Roosevelt said on November 11, 1951 in the midst of the Korean War during a speech she had broadcasted ".... it isn't enough to talk about peace, one must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it . One must work at it " I am eager to do the work I hope to find my own inner peace with the knowledge I gain from writing my story as my parents must have felt the hope for  peace in America.

To the right is my Mother and my Father holding my brother.

This is me at the age of two