Welcome to our Winslow-Sevy-Young “scrapbook” where we share images and stories of family and friends doing the things we enjoy and that make life worth living. We live in beautiful and scenic southern Utah and we try to get outdoors as much as possible, as many of the images will show.
Julie, Steve and Flat Stanley Go to Europe
Fixing Fences at the Ranch – Summer 2013
Bob Winslow, The Human Ostrich
Several comments from people interested in Wake Island Prisoners of War, including the civilian construction workers who became POWs.
The WWII Prisoner of War Experience in the Pacific; a brief history, by Robert Winslow
The BLOG highlights recent events and gives readers a place to comment.
The Family Ranch A place we visit and work in the summer and fall.
I have posted several chapters of A Marine’s Memoirs, in which my father, Bob Winslow, describes his World War II experiences as a Marine during the battle of Wake Island and as a prisoner of the Japanese for 44 months. Posting his memoirs makes them accessible to his family and friends and also to anyone interested in an absorbing first-hand account of those experiences. I hope that publishing his story will motivate readers to find out more about Wake Island, World War II, the largely forgotten Americans who were prisoners of war, or other remarkable men and women of the WWII generation.
Bob also wrote The WWII Prisoner of War Experience in the Pacific. This is a brief history of American servicemen who became prisoners of the Japanese. The second part of this document was taken from a more comprehensive draft monograph that he submitted to the Historical Branch, U.S. Marine Corps.
For father and grandfather Bob Winslow (1921-2008), a few words on living from someone he admired:
An individual human existence should be like a river–small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and—in the end—without any visible break, they become merged in the sea, and painlessly lose their individual being. The man or woman who, in old age, can see his or her life this way, will not suffer from fear of death, since the things they care for will continue.