By Barbara Dutton The old mule plodded along over the dusty road, kicking up little clouds of dust. The sun drew close down to the barren hills. A cool breeze curled around us and whispered that night was coming. Pedro bounced sleepily up and down on the mule’s back, waking from his daze at the […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Jack Evens The all-clear is sounded. Men, women and children come out of the air-raid shelter. These people are Free French. The planes that have just bombed them are British planes. This is what Free France is like—your own friends bombing you. But they understand! The work is the same as before the […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By David Seymour The man was scared. He showed it in the way he walked, the way he kept glancing behind him. It was raining, but it fell unheeded on his shoulders. Behind him was a uniformed guard. This man was scared too. but he was trying to bluff it. He swaggered, and toyed with […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Joyce Skeyhill Lu Chung arose from his bed and walked sleepily over to the open window. He breathed in the sweet Chinese air, took it way down in his lungs. The dawn was just breaking over Wang Siame. He then went back to his bed and drew off his night shirt. He stretched, and […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Robert Dean This story takes place somewhere along the coast of Norway. Yes, I said Norway, but not the Norway that you and I have read about in our geography books or studied in history. It’s changed now. They aren’t the peaceful people that used to live there. The mountains that were once so […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By James Gahagan Pierre, Pierre,” silently the whisper came. “Where are you?” The answer came, “Quiet, Jon! Over here, to your left.” Jon crawled on his belly to where he thought Pierre was. He was standing in the shadows. It was a moonless night, a perfect night for the underground. Jon glanced about him. […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →By Trudy Hess The sun was just rising over the peaceful city of Breslaw as a member of the Gestapo approached the little front door of Mrs. Siegler’s apartment. Mrs. Siegler was just coming to the end of her dreams as she heard a harsh voice yell outside her door—“Open up in the name of […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →[NOTE: Below is a copy of a document apparently prepared for fundraising purposes, probably during 1945-46 year. Cover, page 8 of original and cited attachments not available. Mike S. 2006] Manumit is described by Porter Sargent [standard annual guide to US private schools] as thoroughly cosmopolitan. In past years its contacts with European underground […]
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Leave a Comment (0) →Erik Darling (September 25, 1933 – August 3, 2008) A Personal Appreciation By Ross Altman “Close enough for folk music,” was not close enough for Erik Darling. He was a perfectionist who “practiced the banjo the way Heifitz practiced the violin,” according to his one-time Weavers’ band mate Fred Hellerman. Darling passed away this past […]
Continue Reading →Also read: A Personal Appreciation Hello good people, I just heard an announcement that Eric Darling has died, and I suppose that many of you might not know that he is a Manumitter. A lively folk-musician, a high tenor singer, he filled in with the Weavers when Pete Seeger left them. If you’re curious, he […]
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