Ginger Gold Journal
Life Goes On
March 5, 1921 Ginger’s two years of official mourning had ended the previous fall. She was one of many in a community of grievers who’d suffered the loss of a...
Life Goes On
March 5, 1921 Ginger’s two years of official mourning had ended the previous fall. She was one of many in a community of grievers who’d suffered the loss of a...
Back to Boston
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here December 5, 1918 The war is over. My happiness is eclipsed by the deep sorrow of loss, the wound deepened by the knowledge...
Back to Boston
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here December 5, 1918 The war is over. My happiness is eclipsed by the deep sorrow of loss, the wound deepened by the knowledge...
Sad News
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here October 02, 1918 All but two of the men in Daniel’s regiment died under Captain Smithwick’s ill-advised order. Despite my arduous hopes and...
Sad News
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here October 02, 1918 All but two of the men in Daniel’s regiment died under Captain Smithwick’s ill-advised order. Despite my arduous hopes and...
Helpless
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here September 30, 1918 The village of Bar-le-Duc lies about fifty kilometers from the front lines. Part of the Voie Sacrée" ("Sacred Way”), it’s...
Helpless
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here September 30, 1918 The village of Bar-le-Duc lies about fifty kilometers from the front lines. Part of the Voie Sacrée" ("Sacred Way”), it’s...
Edith Smith
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here September 13, 1918 The city of Reims is almost as close to the front one can get without actually going into...
Edith Smith
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here September 13, 1918 The city of Reims is almost as close to the front one can get without actually going into...
The Picnic
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here August 5, 1918 I felt heady, so heavy with joy, I convinced myself this must be a dream.“Am I dreaming?” I repeated out...
The Picnic
New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here August 5, 1918 I felt heady, so heavy with joy, I convinced myself this must be a dream.“Am I dreaming?” I repeated out...