I’d waited so long to open the mysterious Army trunk from my parents’ attic that a part of me was afraid to open it. I’d imagined where it had been–England, France, Germany, on a ship bound for China, Burma, or India. One of the rusty locks was broken. Another hung loose. With a breath and a prayer, I lifted the lid.

Inside were letters–so many letters they were in danger of overflowing. Airmails and V-mails, stationery and telegrams, cards and postcards. Packs and stacks of letters tied in boot strings, untouched since 1945. Here was my parents’ story in hundreds of letters. They’d written each other 2-3 times a day while caring for wounded soldiers, prisoners of war, and survivors of concentration camps.

I fingered the letters and grew more and more determined. I had to write their story. What I didn’t know was how long it would take me.



3 Responses to “OPEN SESAME”

  1. Kay Norfleet Says:

    You were blessed!

  2. Jennifer Says:

    I have a feeling that this story and the upcoming book would make a great movie… the kind of movie that I would want to watch over and over again!
    Can’t wait to read it!! I love all the books I have read of yours, so I’m sure I will love this one too!

    • dandimackall Says:

      Jennifer, thank you so much. Makes me feel good thinking of you reading my books and enjoying them. I hope you love the new novel. Will you let me know after you’ve read it? Thanks again! Dandi

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