Home leave territory is a place where it is always summer, where our extended family lived in the same homes year after year, and where we were the celebrated visitors.
Memoir Monday: Home Leave Territory is Still Sacred Ground
Memoir Monday: Life is a Carnival!
In 1955, I learned how to walk to a Latin playlist The earliest tunes I remember hearing were the Venezuelan rhythms of música criolla which the radio stations in Caracas played at night. Dad had an affinity for music—part genetic, his farmer father was a self-taught fiddler, and part born of listening to songs streaming…