Miglior press llc aug 2007 (2 risultati)

Buch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - This is the memoir of G. C. Futch, Jr., a man who remembers riding on street cars in Savannah, Georgia, deaths from typhoid fever, and blindness from cataracts. His family-on both sides-has been in Georgia for a long time. With the deep sense of history that led him to write out in longhand what he knows of his family's past and to specialize in history as a master's degree candidate, he listened carefully to the stories his father told of what his own father had told him regarding his service with the Confederate forces, including serving as an artillery man at the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain and having to walk home to south Georgia from Tennessee at the war's end. His maternal grandfather claimed a grant of land in Georgia in the mid-1800's. He writes, too, of the fact that the original Futches came to the colonies before the American Revolution. As G. C. was growing up in rural Georgia, his family had some very tough times during the Depression, moving repeatedly and even, at the lowest point for them, not having anything to eat. They managed, though, and G. C. finished high school in May of 1943 and reported to Fort McPherson in Atlanta that same month. During his military service, he saw some of the history of World War II being made as he served in a Special Service office, serving in England, France, and Germany. The stories of the lives of Americans born into what has become known as the 'Greatest Generation,' those born between 1911 and 1924 are many and varied, of course: G. C. Futch's story is just one of them. Here, however, are the basics of some of what helped forge that generation: hard lessons taught by the Great Depression, deep wells of patriotism and devotion to duty stirred by a world at war, a sense that hard work was not a choice but a sacred responsibility.…

Buch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - In this memoir of a member of what has been called 'The Greatest Generation,' we have a firsthand account of a time so near and yet so far, a story of the highlights of the life of one member of that generation which, as Tom Brokaw said, 'is a generation of towering achievement and modest demeanor, a legacy of their formative years when they were participants in and witness to sacrifices of the highest order.' George Watson Camp was born on a farm four miles outside of Dallas, Georgia, the first of seven children. We read that 'It was coming a flood' on the day he was born, and the doctor's horse had to swim across a swollen creek so that the doctor could arrive in time to assist. He grew up working hard, helping his father with the farming, getting up at 3:30 a.m. to feed the mules, chop firewood, and do other work around the farm until it was time to walk to school. Times were hard, but good food was plentiful and family and community ties strong and important. From this foundation, he went on to build a career that ultimately led to his appointment as postmaster of Atlanta and eventually to appointment to the Board of Governors of the U. S. Postal Service by President Jimmy Carter. It is fascinating to follow Camp's life as he grows from his life on the farm to his career in public service, as opportunities are offered to him by mentors who see his potential for a bright future before he had even begun to consider such possibilities. He was actually taken by surprise by his first job offer, but did immediately accept it and commit himself to succeeding. That pattern is repeated again and again as Camp moves onward and upward; while he does so, we often feel as if we are there-behind the scenes in Atlanta and Washington, D. C., and other places-as certain major and minor historical events unfold. While his upbringing and principles were no doubt vitally important factors in his career success, he also continually credits his beloved Martha for his rich family life. From beginning to end, the constant is that this prince of a man proceeds through it all with energy, joy, self-discipline, and this statement of his gratitude: 'I am so blessed.'.…