By TOM ATWELL, Special to the Maine Sunday Telegram
Croswell Bowen, a successful magazine and book photographer, signed up to take photographs for the American Field Service in 1941, before the United States entered World War II.
Going to be on the Greg Berg Morning Show talking about my father’s WWII memoir Back From Tobruk (Potomac 2013) — this coming Tuesday, 12/3, 10:00 am ET, for half an hour. The station is WGTD-FM/Milwaukee WI, NPR affiliated.
Last week, talked about it for 7 mins. on the PaulMillerShow — click for podcast.
A home town crowd of over fifty packed the room and spilled into the hallway for a Back From Tobruk book talk yesterday. Songs of the British Eighth in the air. Images helped tell the story, projected onto the wall. Creamed chipped beef and tea served. Many WWII memories shared. A beautiful day. Continue reading A Book is a World
In food memories we store our autobiographies. In food memories, too, we find material for biography. Memories of empathy among former enemies reinforced my father’s liberalism: his hope for world peace; for the social safety net.
Born in the last months of WWII, by 1948 I was a strapping four-year-old in a country farmhouse kitchen oblivious of the food rationing that had ended two years earlier. Continue reading Liberalism, Tobruk, and a Shared Woodbine
The year was 1942; Croswell Bowen was returning to wartime New York. From the ferry’s deck he watched as the Statue of Liberty grew small and blurry in the morning mist. He pondered what he had seen. He had huddled in foxholes as Rommel’s bombs rained down on Tobruk; had lain in stretcher lines and hospital beds alongside soldiers of many nations. What would give all that suffering meaning? Continue reading Palestine, the Arab Spring, and World Peace
Croswell Bowen was my father. He began writing and taking photographs for Back from Tobruk in 1941 while en route with his unit of American Field Service volunteer ambulance drivers to serve alongside the British Eighth Army in North Africa. Armed with camera and notebook, war was an assignment he could finally sink his teeth into — until the bombs dropped and the story began.
I began editing the manuscript of this book back in 2006, spurred on by the questions a nephew asked about what had happened to his grandfather in the war. Continue reading Back From Tobruk: Daughter, Editor, Biographer?