Following in My Mother’s Footsteps: A Trip to England

As many of my readers know, I’ve been researching my mother’s childhood in Gibraltar and England for a number of years. While she was still alive I traveled to Gib, as she always called it, to see firsthand what it was like to grow up on the Rock on the edge of the Mediterranean where Read More…

My Mother’s Crossing, December, 1944

I FOUND IT!  The ship my British mother traveled on when she arrived in New York on January 4, 1945. Here’s a picture of the Royal Mail Cargo Ship DARRO.  I’ve been looking for it for days and finally, thanks to that great invention, the World Wide Web and to websites like Shipspotting and their Read More…

Remembrance Sunday in England

Remembrance Sunday is always observed in England and the Commonwealth on the Sunday nearest to November 11th, Armistice Day. The First World War officially ended in 1918 on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

This year we were in the U.K. for that weekend,  and when I bought a paper Read More…

Sheep Farming

I was in England for a week this month and although, on a previous trip, I’d visited most of the places where my mother lived, I had one more pilgrimage to make. My mother’s cousin, Jane, and her daughter, Bets, live on a sheep farm near Ross on Wye. My mother loved to visit them, Read More…

Looking For My Father

I’m still working on the history of my parents’ courtship and marriage in the middle of World War II.

Every day, information seems to be falling out of the sky on me. I’d reached the point in the book when I had my father’s feet sticking through the hole in the bottom of a Lancaster Read More…

The Man Who Parachuted into France with my father

A couple of weeks ago I went to Florida to meet Dick Franklin, one of the two men who parachuted into France with my father in 1944.

He and I had knew of each other through a mutual friend, Colin Beavan who’d written a book about the Jedburghs, the clandestine operatives who parachuted into France Read More…

A Virtual Meeting

The Internet often drives me mad as it’s such a temptation to pull away from the sentence at hand and dive into the the wonderland of distractions it presents. But of course, there are other times when it proves to be an invaluable tool. Recently, as I was looking through some photographs of my father Read More…

Daughter of a Famous Writing Father

Having a famous writing father is not an easy burden when you want to be a writer yourself. It’s the reason that, until now, I’ve always written under the name Winthrop and of my 62 books, 61 are fiction.  But I’m finally acknowledging that I’m the daughter of Stewart Alsop. I’ve just published an electronic Read More…

My Only Democratic Convention

Watching the Democratic Convention on television last night, I was reminded of the one I attended with my father in Chicago in 1968.

In those days, my father, Stewart Alsop, was a journalist writing the back page of Newsweek Magazine and I was a college student, opposed to the Vietnam war.

Here’s a piece of my new memoir, Read More…

A Roosevelt Relation

Like so many others in the last week, I’ve been watching the Ken Burns 7 part series on the Roosevelts.  I’m familiar with most of this material on one hand, because I’ve read a number of books about my esteemed ancestors, but also because I’ve heard many of the stories from my father, my uncle Read More…