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| Articles about Wartime |
| My Enemy's Cradle-A Wartime Romantic Novel | | 2008-01-31 09:30:37 | | My Enemy's Cradle is the first adult novel by Sara Young.It is a story about a young 19-year-old girl in Nazi-occupied Holland. Cyrla is half-Jewish who is sent to the Netherlands by her Polish Jewish father after the death of her Dutch mother.The fair Cyrla favors her mother's side of the family; in fact, she is the spitting image of her blond first cousin, the beautiful Anneke, who is pregnant | | By: Booksbuzz | | |
| | 1944: Wartime Christmas Recipes. | | 2007-12-21 14:30:00 | | During, and for some years after WW II, the Ministry of Food in Britain put out regular Food Facts leaflets to help the public cope with rationing. Rationing was eased very slightly on some foods in the weeks leading up to Christmas – the authorities being well aware of the morale-boost that this would provide. Food Facts No. 232 in the second week of December in 1944 had recipes for Christmas pudding and cake. First, the “splendid Christmas Pudding recipe with a fine, rich, fruity flavour, which is not difficult to make. It tastes almost as good as pre-war!” Christmas Pudding.“EXTRA SPECIAL” FOR CHRISTMAS 1944.2 oz. plain flour, ½ level teaspoon baking powder; ½ level teaspoon salt; ¼ level teaspoon grated nutmeg, ¼ level teaspoon salt; ¼ level teaspoon cinnamon; 1 level teaspoon mixed spice; 4 oz suet or fat; 3 oz. sugar; 1 lb. mixed dried fruit; 4 oz. breadcrumbs; 1 level tablespoon marmalade; 2 dried eggs, reconstituted; ¼ pint pale ale, stout or milk | | By: The Old Foodie | | |
| | WARTIME AGENDA | | 2007-04-23 14:47:00 | | Introducing a friend to Peace; Helen Losse of Windows Toward the World.I get my news from the web now,sports from television,unless they too show us the war, which I amsure not to watch. Somehow, seeingpictures without the sound keeps me calmer,except the one in the Washington Post.The Iraqi child there—reportedly injured bygun fire—was comforted by a woman,while she held him—face still bleeding—in motherly arms.After seeing that, I penned some stinging words.I actually wrote, “Can’t we ALL become peoplewho do not shoot each other’s children?”I pick up the sticks, left by a storm,weeks ago now, when a fury of ice invaded this town.There is unsightly brush. And it’s still on my lawn. So,should a poet impale her muse,while the battle rages on, so that even brave soldiersretain their right to die? You tell me,having heard my wartime agenda.
| | By: The Peace Tree | | |
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