You may have read that headline and wondered what the hell I could teach you about history. You’d be right. The readers of Stately Play are some of the best read history buffs I’ve ever been witness to (to the point where I’m embarrassed to admit I’m struggling to read a historical fiction novel that was recommended to me), and far be it from me to try to explain anything that’s happened in the past to any of them.
That said, May is going to be a strange month and it all revolves around history. Specifically, my history. Well, my father’s history at least.
You see, there was a conflict that messed up most of Europe which ended in 1945. You may have heard of it. My grandparents were Romanian farmers and, around that time, changed careers to become refugees. Something about the Russians moving west and things not being so great. After the war, they ended up in a displaced persons camp in Linz, Austria and, thus, my father was born in DP camp outside of Linz in 1947; not coming to the US until 1952 at the ripe old age of six.
I’ve been to Austria a couple times now, but never to Linz. I’m not the kind of person who dwells upon these kinds of things. I’m not nostalgic for my history or my family’s history. I don’t visit graves, I don’t drive by old houses, and I’m not the kind of person to sit and reminisce about the “old days”.
My dad, however, is. Other than going to Vietnam in his 20’s, my dad has never left the US. In fact, as he got older he couldn’t get a passport because all records of his birth were lost and it was a big mess. A couple years ago I convinced him to hire an immigration lawyer to help him get his documentation in order and get a passport. He’s always wanted to go back to Austria and now that he was retired, why the hell not?
Passport finally obtained, I was swiftly recruited to accompany him on his triumphant return to the continent and we’ll be leaving in two days. Yes, all this bullshit was a prelude for me to tell you that I’ll be in Europe for the next three weeks and it might (ok, will) affect content on the site. I will be bringing my laptop and iDevices along, and have told my dad that I need to plant myself in coffee shops and get posts up on the site. He’s okay with that. He’s moving slow these days anyway, so sitting and drinking coffee (or beer…or bourbon) for long chunks of time is right up his alley.
So, what I’m saying is that I’m heading off on a three-week journey to knock off as many of my dad’s bucket list items as I can. The site will still be operational, but the times of postings may shift to be a bit earlier than you’re used to. I will still be in contact with all the writers, so my dream is that you don’t even notice I’m gone, and I can go back in about a week and just delete this post. I’m somewhat of a realist, however, and I know that there will be a day here or there where finding a coffee shop just won’t fit into the schedule for that day. I’ll try to limit them, but if we go silent for a day, now you’ll know why.
Sorry for dumping all the background info on you, but it seemed easier to frame it that way than just telling you that I’m leaving and things may slow down. Although, that is what I just told you, so, for everyone who just skips to the bottom anyway, there you go.
Thanks for reading the site, everyone. Keeping this enterprise going is what gets me going every day and I don’t think I take the time to thank you or the other writers enough.
auf Wiedersehen! (I’ll actually be around tomorrow to post. I’m just practicing my German)