Frank Sadowsky, or Sadowski, whichever way you prefer to spell it, was my mother’s fiancé who was killed on Okinawa during the brutal battle that led to the end of World War II. I mentioned Frank in my mother’s story … Continue reading
Your name is Frank Sadowski Jr. You were born on May 8, 1921. You are the consummate all-American boy, a member of the science club in high school in Chicago, then on to Northwestern University studying to be a physician … Continue reading
In the 2015 Memorial Day article, Frank Sadowski, My Almost Father, I shared the story of the man my mother was engaged to before his untimely death in WWII, killed in action on April 19, 1945. I thought when I finished … Continue reading
His name was Frank Sadowski. This Memorial Day, I couldn’t help but think of all of the people who made that ultimate sacrifice and how their deaths changed history – and I don’t necessarily mean history on the battlefield. I’m … Continue reading
I’m not sure how to begin this article, or where. The beginning is a bit fuzzy, but the end is clear, crystal clear. This chapter began when I was looking for my mother and father in the 1950 census, just … Continue reading
Ok, I’m just going to admit it. Mother’s Day is hard for me. Really hard. Wish I could just sleep all day and wake up on Monday after it’s all over hard. And to be clear, my difficulty with this … Continue reading
This year, in addition to honoring our brave soldiers who gave the ultimate sacrifice, the US flag will be flown at half-mast as a national expression of grief. The brutal trail of Covid as it rips through our country and … Continue reading
I’d like to introduce you to my mother. Long before she was a great-grandmother, she was a grandmother and before that a mother and before that, a beautiful young woman with aspirations. She was beautiful, both in body and soul, … Continue reading
It’s Mother’s Day, of course. Mother’s Day falls within a week or so of the anniversary of mother’s passing. The year she passed away, I spent Mother’s Day cleaning out her apartment and moving the furniture I was keeping, along … Continue reading
I don’t want to remember, but I can’t forget. Those arches and palisades that would be beautiful architectural pieces in a cathedral but are horrific in the rubble. I didn’t want those images seared into my psyche forever, but there … Continue reading
