Seven Years On
Dear Mom, It’s now been seven years. Each August 2nd I find myself here again, writing to you—remembering, updating, and trying to capture how much I miss you. Some years feel harder than others,...
Dear Mom, It’s now been seven years. Each August 2nd I find myself here again, writing to you—remembering, updating, and trying to capture how much I miss you. Some years feel harder than others,...
August 2, 2024 Dear Mom, Today marks six years since you left us, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about you and miss you dearly. Your love and guidance have...
Today, I submitted my request to the Australian Defence Department to recognize and award (posthumously) a promotion for my grandfather, Sgt. David John McCullough that he had been given prior to his death in...
Hello Mother. It is I, your number three son. I remember the first FB message I got from you. “Hello James … this is your mother.” I’d been trying to get you to set...
I think it is true for everyone, but there are very few moments in history that have a lasting impact on my life. Sure, there is the day you are born; the day you...
When David John Barlow was born on February 25, 1916, in Hawthorn, Victoria, Australia, his father, Stanley Victor Barlow, was 22 and his mother, Olive Martha Barlow (nee Veale), was 23. His father, Stanley,...
Today is fast becoming my new mother’s day. Not in a way to celebrate, but more to honor my mom. I often talk with her and let her know what is going on, and...
As I continue to explore my family history, I will post occasional life stories of individuals from my family tree. These will be noted with who each person is to me. Ancestor Reference: Mother...