On April 4th, 1944, a few hundred American bombers took off from Foggia, in Italy, to survey the Romanian air space and bomb targets of economic importance. This was a US attempt to aid its Soviet ally in the struggle against the coalition led by Nazi Germany of which Romania was part of at the time. However, the American raid also targeted Bucharest, where they were attempting to destroy the main railway station switches. This resulted in a few thousand innocent civilians getting killed, mostly refugees from northern Moldavia.~I found an article about this day. This is an excerpt from it. A memorable day that is a part of my family’s history. My mother, my uncle and my grandparents survived this day. The house they lived in was destroyed. They were in the house moments before the bomb turned their home to rubble. I always think of this day as a blessed day when they were chosen to survive and overcome. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for them. I know my mother never forget.
I have been absent from this blog, from the community that I love. Life has been hectic and full. There were moments of struggle and moments of bittersweet glory. My grandson was ill and in the hospital with a dangerous infection. He recovered. Those days were long and fueled by hope and faith. I normally post for Christmas, New Year and my son's birthdays. It all passed by. Daniel had his seventeenth birthday and Joshua had his thirty second birthday. My grandson is turning one this coming week. I am full of gratitude for my boys. I want to wish all of you a happy and healthy New Year. Hopefully this year will be full of light and peace for all of you. See you around.