Some relevant entries from
Bill Hillman's TELECASTER Journals
O BILLIE BOY...MY DARLING BOY
With my mind so upon journal writing this year
it was with great excitement I that I
jumped into some entries I had stumbled upon from my Nannie's old diary of over
50 years ago. The entry of January 10, 1943 was written the day her son,
my Uncle Bill left for England to fly Lancaster bomber missions.
"This was Billie's last day with us. His
leave was so short this time. He and Don
spent the morning going around town talking to old friends. It's turned very cold - 40
below. Dad took us to the train in the cutter in the afternoon. Billie looked so
handsome and grown up in his uniform. He shook hands with Don and Dad. I held my
boy and we said goodbye again. His eyes. My little boy. My darling boy."
I was born the next day...
These simple, heart-wrenching words of a mother saying goodbye to her son drove
home another side of journal keeping. The experiences I have been sharing and
reliving from my own life and work have been generally happy and rewarding -
periodically I find myself drawn moth-like to these home-made flickering glimmers of
inspiration. Tonight's discovery was a revelation - it made me aware of just how
deeply everyone can be affected by heartbreak and loss in life - at any age...and
how powerful journals can be.
TAKE ME TO THE BCATP MUSEUM
William G. Hillman
BILL and SUE-ON HILLMAN ECLECTIC STUDIO
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