Goodbye Mutti- The Best of the Best….
A snapshot- Well, it has been a long journey- piecing my mother’s life together… Not easy- to say the least. She died December 7th in 2013- Pearl Harbor Day. It took me until May to get to Indiana to take care of everything and her affairs. That’s a long time to wait- to put things…
Mutti & Me (Growing Up)
123 E Oak Street = John Travolta Baybeee! = 1975 Frank off to the Prom = Dad & Mutti- Having a good time = More of same = Nonna, Dad, & Mutti = Little Frankie = Playing Football = Not looking Happy = Typical grade school pics = More of same =…
A Letter from James Herndon to Frank Aprile
In April of 1980 I was 18, and living in a $55 a month room, next to another room in the a boarding house that was filled with 5-6 winos & street people, in Portland, Oregon. I had arrived two months earlier, hitchhiked from Indiana to stay with good friends Kathy Glade, and Susan Roudebush,…
Items for Distribution
Volume 1, 1975 = Volume 2 German Art Masterpieces 1959 Published 2000 = Published in 1886
James Herndon & Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
This was the period when my mother found and connected to my eventual father, James B. Herndon in Paris France 1955 James B Herndon James Herndon (1926–1990) was an American writer and educator. He is best known for two memoirs of teaching, The Way It Spozed To Be and How To Survive In Your…
Paris & Friends 1950’s: Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
Diether Heinrich Life Goes On
The War & Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
This maybe Goebbels- up close and personal = Rudolph Hess = Possible Hess Signature- will have to double check- = German War Parade =A squad of German soldiers
The Home of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
123 E Oak Street The Arrival 🙂 = Bedroom/Study Desk = Bedroom – Dining Room = A View to the Front Porch = Mutti’s Outdoor Garden Place = My Grandfather was an orchestra conductor- Picture is over the piano- = Mutti’s Garden @ Purdue Horticulture Center = My mom loved to hang out on the…
The Son of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
= Dad & Mutti & Me (1957) = Dad & Mutti & Me (1957) = Yeah- Right…. FA = Kinderheim = Nonna’s garden = Frank Aprile
The Pictures of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt (The 50’s and More Recent))
1957 1957 = Germany 1957 =Dad & Mutti & Me (1957) = Dad & Mutti & Me (1957) = Nonna’s garden = Dad looking like Jimmy Deen Dad- not looking like Dad (with the hair) = Nonno & Nonna = Nonno & Nonna = Mutti & Dad = Kinderheim = Looks like Dad…
The Medals of My Grandfather & My Great Grandfather
1918 Napoleonic Wars: Prussian 1813Iron Cross 1st Class Iron Cross 1st Class. The Eiserne Kreuz (Iron Cross – often abbreviated EK or IC) was instituted on 10 March 1813 by the Prussian King Friedrich Wilhelm III. It was awarded for bravery in the field – without regard to rank – during the Befreiungskrieg (War of Liberation also called…
The Stones & Carvings of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
Her Rocks & Things
Jewelry of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
Artifacts & Art of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
Her Artifacts VINTAGE CHRISTIAN CATHOLIC SAINT PRIESTS WALL PLAQUE MADE IN SPAIN: DIEZ-HIMMELSBACH Spanish Icon Diez Himmelsbach 1 Spanish Icon Diez Himmelsbach 2 Unknown Artist = Various Items of Interest A Large Metal Box
The Books of Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt
Volume 1, 1975 = Volume 2 German Art Masterpieces 1959 Published 2000 = Published in 1886
Snapshots of a German Schoolgirl in WWII
Editor’s Note: I think fear of the unexpected is a normal human reaction. I also feel that conditioning people to be fearful is an art that seems to be a well worn tactic by those who have no conscience, or hide behind the lies of their confidants- the people they hire to be a buffer…
To Put it Mildly
Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt: June 18, 1929 to December 7, 2013 = To put it mildly There is dissension in the ranks when finalizing the death of your mother. What the question marks consist of- become themselves the question. There was nothing pretty about the house I grew up in, and had been essentially locked out…
Spike & the Rat Dog : Adversity Disowns Clowns [11]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… LoveJoy Avenue Spike & the Rat Dog There is a cartoon I remember as a kid, featuring spike (a large bull dog) and his side kick, some little rat dog that had attached itself to this great white beast with the…
Out of LoveJoy … Adversity Disowns Clowns [10]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… LoveJoy Avenue Out of LoveJoy … On my own finally. Here in Portland Oregon, a calling to which I had no clue as to where it was sending me. This was my second month in the city and I was definitely…
Leaving Childish Things… Adversity Disowns Clowns [9]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… LoveJoy Avenue Leaving Childish Things… I crossed the street because I was afraid. I was afraid to walk past this man in a black weather torn leather jacket who was with another woman, and a tall lanky dark tanned Indian, all…
And The Cold Water… Adversity Disowns Clowns [8]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… LoveJoy Avenue My Uncle, A tug boat, a large wave, a bad angle… and the cold water That thing where you see the women of Viking villages send off their warriors , reminded me of the very early sunrise morning as…
A Freshman: Adversity Disowns Clowns [7]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… LoveJoy Avenue A Freshman If there was ever such a thing as a “Year of Living Dangerously”, that would be me, in my Freshman year of high school. It had a cruel and unusual ferment to it, as during the summer,…
Odd Choices: Adversity Disowns Clowns [6]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… LoveJoy Avenue Before LoveJoy : Odd Choices Is James Herndon my father? This story has it’s roots in post war Germany 10 years after the war to end all wars. My mother was a student at Heidelberg, my adaptive father was…
You Can Spray Paint Over That: Adversity Disowns Clowns [4]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… The Kinderheim You can Spray Paint Over That There was an indication that life as usual at the Kinderheim was about to become a little different… And change it did- lo and behold- a child’s prescient intuition rears it’s head as…
I Think Fear is Being Unloved: Adversity Disowns Clowns [3]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… The Kinderheim I think fear is being unloved The mystery of being a child in the Kinderheim was unencumbered with fast food diners, videos or other such things, rather it was nurtured with the dread of wondering whether or not to…
The Tower: Adversity Disowns Clowns [2]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… The Kinderheim The Tower The Kinderheim was an asylum so to speak. Nestled very neatly in the wrappings of Germany’s famous Black Forrest (Schwartzwald) in the southern corner so close yet so far from France and Switzerland. When I think of…
The Road to Fear: Adversity Disowns Clowns [1]
This Book is Dedicated to: The Lost, the Orphaned, the Abandoned, & the Adopted… The Kinderheim The Road to Fear Kinderheim in German means a children’s home. A home for kids basically. As well, it serves a respite for persons of means with adequate wealth to briefly forgive the responsibility of parenting and lend their…
Justin’s 6th Birthday !
The Aprile’sWell it was a really nice day for Justin’s 6th birthday celebration. The whole family, and the kidz on the block shared a bouncy house, some seriously rockin’ tunes, and a lot of freeze pops and ice cream. It was all good 🙂
Memorial resolution that was read at the last Purdue University Senate meeting on behalf of Ingeborg Hinderschiedt
My Mom, Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt: June 18, 1929 – December 7, 2013 Please say it now-click the underlined link > Love or condolences- in the “Reply” section below 🙂 A copy of the memorial resolution that was read at the last Purdue University Senate meeting on behalf of Ingeborg Hinderschiedt. =
To Mutti: We Are Born Amazed
My Mom, Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt: June 18, 1929 – December 7, 2013 Please say it now-click the underlined link > Love or condolences- in the “Reply” section below 🙂 Some of the great songs she loved- = = = = = = = Ingeborg Maria Hinderschiedt (Aprile) 1929-2013 Eulogy: Ingeborg Hinderschiedt Professor Emerita of…
We Are Born Amazed
We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled to the end of all that we can see that is that history of ours, yet to be heralded, yet to be written and a grand suggestion of a future history that…
Mutti & Me
The Name is “Mutti” Mutti was a speck of a hope of dust when she first came to life. In German, her name is a term of endearment from child to mother. I used it to call to my mother back then, but that was about a very long time ago when I was not…
To My Father: Max Aprile
We are not born alone … We are born amazed. A completely pristine white page of talent waiting to be uncreased and unfurled to the end of all that we can see that is that history of ours, yet to be heralded, yet to be written and a grand suggestion of a future history that…
Letter to a Daughter …
July 25, 2011 My Dearest Maria, Well you are headed back to Michigan to start 8th grade. I wanted to tell you that I enjoyed your visit to Texas this summer, and I hope you enjoyed your stay. We had a lot of good times, and as usual we had our “moments”. I for one…
A West Texas Summer
Wednesday: July 6 Click Audio Play Button Below… Maria brings her best friend Hannah to visit Dad in Texas. Airplane to Dallas from Detroit, unaccompanied Minors !!! Did I say UNACCOMPANIED ???? Maria’s in charge- cuz she’s flown the most. Weird guy on plane, looks like a terrorist. Spends waaay to much time in the…
The Last Long Weekend …
Click Below to Play Audio Thursday: July 21 Today is LaserTag Thursday (finally). Off to The Main Event ! We decided against Laser Tag– went for Glow-in-the-dark miniature golf… Some of the geographical features… The obligatory alien dude… Then off to some Air Guitar- Looking like Some Girl Band- And then the Apollo 13 Mission…
Kashmirs Adventure Into The Next Decade
December 31, 2010 (New Years Eve) (See Previous Posts Down Below to Catch Up) 09:00 As we trace life by markers that paint our lives, seminal events that shape us become mile markers, and decades are the big lines on the ruler. Kashmir’s vacation takes us into the Next Decade. Cheers ! To a New…
Kashmir’s Adventure Evolves… Ft. Lauderdale
December 30th, 2010 (See Previous Post Down Below to Catch Up) 04:30 am. A Prickly Night at Best Sleep was haphazard and there was an edginess in the house that comes when change is in the air. Kash upon waking made a comment that it didn’t seem real, the excitement wasn’t the same as the…
Kashmir’s Big Adventure (I)
As with all voyages that have a soft sparkle on the underside of their bellies, this journey too has it’s own special beginning. Fading back to January of last year, we were having one of those talks that couples have, on a free and lazy Saturday afternoon when fantasy is a dust in the air…
A Life Worth Living … (With You)
Is It 8 Years? Well let’s run from that last one… It is actually almost 9. People say that love isn’t that complicated. But it is. It is tethered by rules and obligations that souls make to one another on the fly. It becomes a rocket when a balloon is released. It is unsolvable. An…
Stepping Back from the Table …
It Starts Here … Deconstructing the anatomy of an open heart team is like reading the writing on a wall from some war memorial somewhere, remembering a lot of somebody’s, that were in a lot of battles somewhere, fighting for a lot of something. Nothing stands out. Different hats, different times, different weapons, for sure…
The Second Decade
There is something different when you look back at a life changing experience, running it in reverse. Although I had envisioned it- I chose not to kiss the sacred ground that is America when I arrived by military plane back home from a 15 month mission to the Republic of the Philippines. There were a…
A Lightening Storm for Elroy
It was a hot West Texas night, and the first thunder storm for Elroy… A dry heat, distant rumblings, a slowly moving something- heads towards our direction with a light show. Elroy, the newest pup at 6 months and 60 plus pounds of extension and growing up, is kinda hanging with me through it all.…
Skipping Stones to Lovejoy
The process of using surface tension to skip a stone across a tensionless mirror requires the length, and elasticity of a poet, the muscle memory of a baseball pitcher, and a hint of rocket scientist laced with the confidence of a fool. All put together, it is a composite of choice, a missile selected and…
Before LoveJoy : Odd Choices
Is James Herndon my father? This story has it’s roots in post war Germany 10 years after the war to end all wars. My mother was a student at Heidelberg, my adaptive father was an Army translator, and my biological father a (as told to me by my mother) was the author, James Herndon. http://en.wikipedia.org/……
Clash of the Titans …
So came the day when two Titans Roamed the Earth: Evil incarnate: AKA “The Jackal”, AKA “Lizzerd” had laid waste to everything- including the waste itself… (Hmmm) The Jackal Meets: Elroy The Onslaught is Furious… The crows are gathering as the Jackal has the upper hand… But Wait ! From the Edge of Despair ……
And So… Comes Elroy
So a visit to CraigsList, renders a picture of a puppy that leads to a phone call, and then a visit, and then a new member to the posse. His name was Tex- but he kinda seemed more like an “ELROY” for our family. He belches, grunts and pants as he sleeps behind me while…
The Feather for Their Arrows …
We forget to see in the mirror our own peculiar spark, the quality in our reflection that spurs others on, and becomes the feather for their arrows …
An Interview with Frank: TheDailyGeorge.com
George Reporter: Congratulations Frank on winning the poetry contest with “The Rough Stuff.” It’s quite a powerful poem; may I ask what inspired it? Frank: Alot of years living on the edge I would say. Not by choice- but out of necessity. Way back in the day I hitch hiked across the country 3 times.…