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I always experienced his stories in the colors of the Orient, even though back then we still lived in a black-and-white ...
12/16/2023

I always experienced his stories in the colors of the Orient, even though back then we still lived in a black-and-white world.

Vojko Kordić (May 20, 1933 - December 16, 2020)

My father was born in Komiža on the island of Vis. However, he spent most of his life in Split. He lost his father early, a casualty of the Second World War. As a boy, along with his mother, older brother, and younger sister, my father spent the years 1943 and 1944 in a refugee camp in El Shatt, Egypt. He never forgot the Arabic language he learned during that time.

My father was tied to the sea and ships. The first part of his working life was spent as a sailor. Initially, he sailed with local companies and later on foreign ships, circling almost the entire globe.

He loved telling stories about his maritime adventures, the countries he visited, and the traditions of the people he encountered. I always perceived those stories in the colors of the Orient, even though we still lived in a black-and-white world. He especially loved talking about Japan and its way of life.

The second part of his working life was in the shipyard in Split, where, as a marine engineering engineer, he worked as the head of the facility until his retirement in 1991, at the beginning of the Homeland War.

So, my father was a part of the "shipyard's golden guard." During that time, from the early seventies to the late eighties, the largest projects of the Split shipyard were undertaken. Those were the golden years of the Split shipyard, and one could say, of the city of Split as well.

My father lived in a harmonious marriage with my mother for 64 years. She joined him in their eternal journey in 2022. May they rest in peace.

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A tale of a boy who once raced across the rocky Dalmatian terrain, a legend born from the reality.Dragan Žunić (October ...
12/16/2023

A tale of a boy who once raced across the rocky Dalmatian terrain, a legend born from the reality.

Dragan Žunić (October 4, 1965 - December 16, 1991)

Ancient writers dubbed Velebit as "Mons Albius" or the "White Mountain" in Latin. For the Croatian people, Velebit is a sacred and mythical mountain, the "holy mountain," and a symbol of national identity. A challenging and unforgiving terrain, with scorching summer days, chilly nights, and an exceptionally sharp winter.

In Slivnica, a settlement near Zadar, beneath the magnificent mountain, Dragan Žunić was born. As a boy, he, too, sprinted across the Dalmatian rocks. He listened to the tales of old mountaineers — of benevolent and malevolent spirits, caves with treasures, and a king with a dog's head. Little did he realize that soon, he himself would become a legend...

Upon completing high school, Dragan journeyed to Rijeka, where he found his first employment and began his young life.

With the outbreak of conflicts in the 1990s, many young men headed to Zagreb to join the "First Croatian Guard" course. The only legal armed force back then was the police. Thanks to the questionable loyalty within parts of the police, the Presidency of SRC decided to create a loyal armed force to enforce the political will of the legally elected government. Dragan was one of the participants. He traveled to Zagreb with his godfather, Nikola Vulić.

During the course, the Log Revolution began, and its consequences were particularly felt in the Zadar region. The course laid the foundation for the special police of the Croatian Ministry of the Interior. Returning to Zadar, the young men contributed to the establishment of the special police in Zadar, led by Đuro Župan.

Mišo Miletić, Dragan's friend and comrade, remembered meeting his friend during the course. "Out of the 24 hours in a day, he and I spent well over 12 hours together very often. He was a wonderful man distinguished by honesty and courage. The word 'impossible' did not exist for him," Mišo said about his friend.

Dragan, at the outbreak of the war, was only twenty-five years old. Despite having his entire youth ahead of him, he believed he had to defend his Homeland. His initial interventions were in the Zadar area, and both Dragan and Mišo approached them bravely and, most importantly, together. These two friends became so close that they never left each other's side, always watching each other's backs.

They traversed Ostrovičke Lišane, Pridraga, and Jasenice together. Jasenice held a significant defense for all of Croatia, but it proved especially fatal for Dragan. In that action, they lost the Maslenica Bridge, and Dragan was severely wounded in the battle. Gr***de shrapnel inflicted terrible injuries on him, leading to his transfer to a hospital in Zadar in September 1991 and later to Lovran for treatment.

At that moment, Dragan could have said, "I won't go on." But he would never utter those words. As soon as he recovered a bit, Dragan bravely returned to the battlefield. His life was intertwined with the life of our Homeland, and his heroic tale was only just the beginning....

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Bilaj, a small place on the eastern side of Gospić, endured the heaviest attacks during those autumn days. It was defend...
12/14/2023

Bilaj, a small place on the eastern side of Gospić, endured the heaviest attacks during those autumn days. It was defended by young men from Rijeka —persistent, spirited, and sharp. They guarded their land like a drop of water in the palm of their hands.

Boris Antolos (1962 – December 14, 1991)

Boris was one of the "ordinary" young men from Rijeka. He worked at "Trgoauto" factory and eagerly awaited the end of each workday to return home to his wife Mirjana and their then two-year-old daughter, Nika. The young family was just beginning to settle down, dreaming big dreams and making plans. Life lay ahead of them.

But soon the gunfires erupted. Boris, though calm and simple, couldn't stand injustice. He couldn't tolerate the chaos that started around him.

"He was a wonderful and proud man, but as soon as he sensed something happening against the normal order and sequence of things, his reaction would follow immediately. He loved to help create order in life," recalls his father, Mate. Mate was one of those who had to see their sons off from the doorstep, knowing they might never return.

Seeing the disorder caused by hatred, Boris didn't hesitate for a moment. He knew the path to Freedom would be tough.

"I didn't understand. He said he was going to Gorski Kotar, that he needed to undergo training there. I think he mentioned Mrkopalj, and he called me from Senj. After a few seconds, which felt unrealistically long, he told me they had stopped for a break and were on their way to Gospić. I will never forget the discomfort that engulfed me afterward," his beloved Mirjana recounts.

It was as if she suspected that the chaos in the central Lika was too much. It was a disorder that Boris couldn't fix.

Boris Antolos, a volunteer of the Homeland War, was killed in early December 1991 in Bilaj, near Gospić, Lika Region. Brave young men resisted attacks for many months, but it was the explosive device that fell on their position that proved fatal. Alongside Boris, five of his comrades lost their lives at that moment.

The family still feels the void left by the loss of a father and son. Nika had to begin her life journey without him due to the unfortunate war. Nevertheless, she achieved a significant musical career and defeated a malignant illness. Her courage and persistence owe much to him—her father Boris, a Croatian volunteer and defender.

🏛✨ The Museum of Life Stories is finally in Cleveland!With the joy of holidays approaching, imagine crafting a beautiful...
11/28/2023

🏛✨ The Museum of Life Stories is finally in Cleveland!

With the joy of holidays approaching, imagine crafting a beautiful digital sanctuary where your family living across the globe can gather to remember.

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To forever save your loved one's life story, you don’t need pen and paper. Simply post a digital memorial and share it with family and friends!

All the stories and photos you gather are forever preserved through our technology. This means the memorial your family crafts is a beautiful and lasting heritage that will be passed down for generations to come!

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About the life of a promising mathematician and Albert Einstein's first wife. Mileva Marić was born in 1875 in Titel. Sh...
11/28/2023

About the life of a promising mathematician and Albert Einstein's first wife. Mileva Marić was born in 1875 in Titel. She came from a wealthy family of Serbian origin and was a very gifted child. Thanks to her intelligence she was allowed to attend school, which was quite unusual in those days.

Mileva Marić (December 18, 1875 – August 3, 1948)

In 1886, she started the girls' gymnasium in Novi Sad, and in 1888 she transferred to the gymnasium in Sremska Mitrovica. There Mileva graduated as the best in her class in mathematics and physics. From 1890, she attended the Royal Serbian School in Šabac. When she moved to Zagreb, her family managed to obtain a special permit for her, and Mileva was given the opportunity to study in a school that was normally only attended by boys.

Based on excellent grades and praise from teachers, Mileva continued her education in Switzerland. In the summer of 1896, she enrolled in medical studies at the University of Zurich, and soon transferred to the State Polytechnic School, to study mathematics and physics.

She was the fifth woman in history to study there, and she was also the only woman in her generation. Mileva excelled in mathematics and physics!

During her student days, she met a brilliant young student, Albert Einstein, with whom, against her parents' opposition, she began a love affair. During the summer holidays they exchanged letters in which Einstein expressed his admiration for Mileva. He wrote about her: "She is a creature equal to myself and as independent and strong as I am." But the young couple soon encountered problems. They found out Mileva is pregnant.

Since they were not yet married, Mileva's pregnancy was considered a scandal. Mileva's parents hid Mileva on an estate in Vojvodina, where she gave birth to a little girl, Lieserl. A year after the birth of her child, she returned to Switzerland to be with Einstein.

The girl died not long after, and Mileva failed to graduate from university. The young couple married on January 6, 1903, in Bern, Switzerland, in a simple ceremony at the town hall. After a long period of sadness and unhappiness, it seemed as if luck had finally smiled on them. The couple soon had two more children, sons Hans and Eduardo. But the real problems had just begun.

Mileva spent her day at home, taking care of her children. Pregnancy prevented her from graduating, so Mileva could not continue her career in science. Einstein, on the other hand, spent his days working in the patent office and traveling to various scientific conferences. Soon the young woman was overtaken by depression due to the death of her first child.

At that time, Einstein connected with his cousin Elsa Löwenthal. He started an intimate correspondence with her, while he became cold towards Mileva. During the last few years of their married life, Einstein sent Mileva plenty of rude letters. In them, he established unfair conditions for her. Einstein requested from Mileva that she must not contact him nor speak to him, but she was still obliged to maintain his linen and rooms...

In 1916, Einstein filed for a divorce so he could marry his cousin Elsa. Mileva agreed with the agreement under one condition. If Albert wins the Nobel Prize, she will receive part of the prize. She believed that was only fair, as she helped him in his work.

As few sources suggest, Mileva was an extremely gifted mathematician and a very methodical scientist. While the couple was still on good terms, she often helped Einstein solve problems and write documentation. Additionally, in the letters that the two exchanged, Albert would describe the new theories as "ours", which led many to believe that his works were actually a joint effort. Even today, Mileva's degree of merit is the subject of many polemics.

Certain scientists argue that Einstein's remarkable achievements in 1905, where he produced four crucial papers shaping modern physics (covering topics like the photoelectric effect, Brownian motion, and the theory of relativity), suggest the possible assistance of his talented wife at that time. Others disagree with that Mileva had an influence on Einstein's scientific work, but still point out the fact that her intense concern for the physicist's health and well-being indirectly enabled his scientific discoveries.

Be that as it may, Mileva's life became increasingly difficult over the years. Her and Albert's younger son fell ill with schizophrenia, and the once promising and gifted female scientist, in order to make ends meet, ran a boarding house and gave instructions. Towards the end of her life, Albert and Mileva maintained a civil relationship, and he sometimes even visited her.

Intelligent Mileva could not develop her full potential due to social frameworks and other unfortunate circumstances. However, the Republic of Serbia honored her by naming several schools after her honorable name.

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In the early morning hours of December 7, 1941, John Seelie, a champion welterweight boxer and newly enlisted soldier in...
11/28/2023

In the early morning hours of December 7, 1941, John Seelie, a champion welterweight boxer and newly enlisted soldier in the 25th Infantry Division, found himself in the forces. He was situated in the Schofield Barracks just outside of Honolulu, Hawaii. Little did he know that before him was the day in which fate would intervene, dramatically altering the course of his life.

John Seelie (November 25, 1922 – August 11, 2017)

As the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow over the barracks, a sense of peace enveloped the air. Stillness of the morning was shattered by the roar of low-flying planes, swiftly approaching the base. John and his fellow soldiers, with their lids still heavy, rushed to the windows. Their hearts pounded heavily. They looked through the windows, yet in disbelief. The planes flew so low that they could clearly see the enemy’s faces, as the fleet of 50 planes unleashed a devastating attack on the nearby Wheeler Field.

Amidst the chaos and the deafening sounds of destruction, John and his crew quickly armed themselves with rifles and donned their new steel helmets. However, there was a problem they would soon find out about. Ammunition, carefully locked away to prevent sabotage, was inaccessible.

With no time to waste, they asked their sergeant to open the ammunition room, but he refused.

“No orders had been given for that”, he replied to them. But commands meant little to men who saw that they were now fighting for their mere lives. Fueled by determination and urgency, they broke down the door and armed themselves to fight back against the onslaught.

As the smoke cleared and the full extent of the devastation became apparent, young men learned that the attack was not an isolated event. Rumors swirled that the Japanese had landed infantry all across the island, heightening the tension and uncertainty among the soldiers. The 25th Division quickly regrouped, heading to the mountains to establish a line of defense. Their minds were still haunted by the surprise attack that had shaken them to their core.

Days turned into weeks, and John and his fellow soldiers were training intesively, in the jungle. The relentless drills sought to prepare them for the inevitable conflict that lay ahead. Finally, in late June, their destination was revealed – Guadalcanal.

Guadalcanal, a name that would soon become synonymous with ferocious battles and unyielding determination, was a place of strategic importance. The Japanese had constructed an airfield on the island, and both sides recognized its significance in the war effort.

The 25th Division's mission was daunting – take Fort Austin, the heavily fortified enemy position that had resisted the efforts of the U.S. Marines and Americal Division for weeks. With tanks and flamethrowers, they fought their way up the mountain, eliminating the well-entrenched Japanese machine gun nests. 237 men in his division were lost during the battles, and countless more were injured.

But one of the most thrilling battles for John was a massive Japanese aerial attack. Having intercepted their coded plans, the Americans were ready for the aerial onslaught. After this horrendous battle, June 23rd is remembered as the day of one of the largest dogfights in World War II history.

John was sitting on the beach, watching in awe as American fighter planes engaged in a sky-high battle, a dance of planes and bullets. He observed with pride his fearless fellow fighters. One of the planes was shot down and the pilot parachuted to the beach near John.

John forever remembered the face of that brave man. His fellow soldier merely muttered a few angry words upon landing and went right back to the base to take off with another plane.

Guadalcanal bore witness to the brutal reality of war, culminating in a desperate daylight "banzai" charge by the remaining Japanese soldiers. But Americans stood firm, defending their lines against a fearless enemy force armed with bayonets and makeshift weapons. The encounter was brief but fierce, and the outcome left an indelible mark on the young soldier's memory.

Their time on Guadalcanal eventually came to an end, but the challenges persisted on New Georgia Island. As they landed on the treacherous shores, the soldiers encountered a new adversary – the muck and disease that plagued the island. Despite the relentless conditions, John fought with resilience, until malaria ultimately brought him to his knees.

“I opened my eyes and looked up at this beautiful red-headed nurse trying to take my temperature. She looked like an angel to me. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven,” said John to the reporter, more than seven decades after the war ended. He was discharged from the army, but forever kept his comrades and their brave stories in his heart, sharing them with whoever was kind enough to listen.

Over the years, John carried the weight of the war's horrors. He didn’t like the Japanese, but as fate usually does, it played tricks on John’s beliefs. During the 50th Anniversary of the battle for Guadalcanal, John and a dozen other American servicemen returned to the old battlefront. A few of the Japanese soldiers who also fought there arrived for the ceremony. The men, once on opposing sides, now started chatting, and the conversation soon moved to the old war stories.

Japanese ex-soldiers confided that the only reason they surrendered was because they were sick and wounded and couldn’t defend themselves. “By the time we finished talking we realized they were the same as we were, just soldiers,” John confessed to the reporter.

John lived on to be the last man to witness Pearl Harbour being bombed. He passed away peaceful and content at the age of 94. During his life, he made several pilgrimages to Pearl Harbor, including a final journey for the 75th anniversary, held the year before he passed away.

John Seelie's journey from the boxing ring to the battlegrounds of Pearl Harbor and Guadalcanal was a testament to the strength of the human spirit. He had witnessed the horror of war, the power of unity, and the unexpected bonds born after the dispute. With each passing year, John shared his memories of war with those who listened. His life was an undeniable testament to the sacrifices and resilience of those who had served.

In a smoky room, Cleveland Browns radio announcer Jim Mueller sat across from Gene Hickerson. Jim was finally ready to c...
11/02/2023

In a smoky room, Cleveland Browns radio announcer Jim Mueller sat across from Gene Hickerson. Jim was finally ready to challenge the improbable rumour that the football legend was indeed friends with Elvis Presley.

Robert "Gene" Hickerson (Feb 15, 1935 – Oct 20, 2008)

Long before the days of fame and fortune, Gene Hickerson and Elvis Presley were just two young souls of Memphis, Tennessee. Gene was a powerhouse fullback at Trezevant High School, known for bulldozing his way through defenders on the football field. Elvis, on the other hand, was honing his musical talents and attending L.C. Humes High School. In this southern city where the Mississippi River's sentimen could be felt in every corner, their paths would occasionally cross.

After their high school days, Hickerson ventured to Ole Miss, where his football prowess led to a position change – from fullback to tackle. His college years were marked by dominance, and he earned a reputation as one of the best offensive linemen in SEC history.

Meanwhile, Elvis Presley's star was rising, transcending Memphis and reaching the far corners of the world. His unique blend of music and charisma was captivating audiences, but his heart remained loyal to his southern roots, especially his love for football.

As Hickerson's college career came to a close, he received a life-changing opportunity – being drafted by the Cleveland Browns in the 7th round of the 1957 NFL draft. He was swiftly transitioned to guard under the guidance of Coach Paul Brown. As Gene embarked on his rookie season with the Browns, Elvis's popularity was on the verge of exploding. While one was destined for fame on the gridiron, the other was poised to conquer the music world.

While Gene Hickerson was in Cleveland, he maintained a close friendship with Presley, who had a deep passion for the game. Hickerson would send Presley a recording of the previous day's football game every Monday during the season, and Elvis would spent a bunch of hours off tour watch the play, going through over every action as he was the team's coach.

Yet, skeptics lingered, doubting the authenticity of Gene Hickerson's connection to Elvis Presley. One day, a pivotal moment happened that silenced the naysayers.

Browns radio broadcaster Jim Mueller found himself sitting in Hickerson's living room. With a hint of skepticism, he scoffed at the idea of Hickerson and Elvis being friends.

Gene Hickerson leaned forward and said, "Call this number." In a flash, Mueller picked up the phone, pressing the buttons as Gene recited the mysterious digits.

Mueller cleared his throat and, with a hint of incredulity in his voice, asked the million-dollar question, "Can I speak to Elvis Presley?" The voice on the other end responded with an intrigued yet composed, "Who is calling?"

The tension in the room was palpable, and the seconds ticked by like eternity. Mueller replied, "I'm a friend of Gene Hickerson."

Then a brief pause. The moment of uncertainty was hanging in the air, until the voice on the other end of the line uttered "Just one minute."

Mueller's heart raced, his pulse echoing in his ears as he waited. But, like a bolt from the blue, Elvis's voice appered on the other side of the line, saying simple „Hello!“. With one word he silenced all the skeptics.

It was the truth that Elvis Presley absolutely loved pro football!

And it was thanks to players like Brown and Hickerson. In a 1975 interview, "The King" revealed, "I've always had a big dream of playing football, believe it or not. But what I really adore is pro football. I know all the players, their numbers, and the teams they're on. I never miss a game, and I even get game films from the teams when I can. Besides music and entertainment, football is my top passion." 🌹

11/02/2023

CCAirwaves welcomes Dino Jerković, the founder of Spiritus. In this digital age, preserving our loved ones' memories is more critical than ever. Spiritus is a tool that helps you honor and remember those who have left a mark on your life.

Join us as we discuss the remarkable features of the Spiritus app, learning how it can be used to capture and cherish every precious moment.

You can listen on Spotify, Apple, or by clicking the link below🎧
https://ccairwaves.buzzsprout.com/814187/13757697-cleveland-s-first-digital-museum-of-life-stories

10/29/2023

At times, when my thoughts are stuck in a strange void, some lovely and cherished images emerge in front of my eyes. In the last few months, I always clearly see Her.

In a flowery dress and with a colorful kerchief around her head, I see her picking onions in our garden. She is somehow younger than me now. With a gentle, but worried look, she always says a few words to her sinful son.

Marija Matković (June 16, 1946 – June 13, 2021)

No, she's not angry. It's just a gentle push towards goodness, wrapped up in a mild scold.

I would often come home late. My mother's eyes, like two beautiful, bright lanterns, would stay awake at the window all night, just so they could light up the road for her naughty offspring.

- Thank God, you have arrived! - she would say with relief, adding another wrinkle on her exhausted face...

(…)

Time does everything its way without caring much about our feelings. It pretends to be the doctor that heals all wounds, but I know it's actually a liar. Time is the biggest fraud in the world. It neither heals nor relieves pain.

Now, there is no one left to watch over me. To fear if something bad will happen to me, to gently caress my hair when I'm sick, and to smile with eyes full of tears when I achieve something great.

Today I will gift her flowers, light a candle, and try to find spiritual peace in a prayer. But it's hard... The soul is not corruptible, you can't bribe it and make it easy for yourself. She is firm, strong, brave, and daring. Just like Her.

I will save all those pictures of Her: Her smile from my first performance, Her tears in front of the military school, Her hug after my return from the army, Her sigh of concern when I went to war, Her gentle eyes when she was looking at me and my brother.. I will store those memories in the most hidden place in my heart and watch over them. For myself, for my family, and for all those who miss Her as much as I do. 🌹

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10/28/2023

The evening was full of yellow. Quinces, that autumn, were as yellow as the golden coins woven into a traditional Slavic necklace – three rows of coins, and two rows of pennies. The sky was full of yellow stars, under them Bosut was quietly flowing and the yellow moon was looking himself in the river.

Nata Milošević (1913 – 1930)

Under the moon's faint light, you could barely see swift horses pulling a festively decorated carriage along the winding road. The carriage carried five beautiful sisters, wrapped up in wool cloaks. The sisters were hurrying home from the fair.

That day, on the fair, sisters bought for themselves plenty of trinkets – beautiful red aprons, and shawls… That day at the fair, the five sisters had their picture taken together, one last time. Then, each sister posed for a portrait alone.

Only the fifth sister, the youngest and the most stubborn one for sure, didn't want her picture taken. Nata didn't like taking pictures.

Next year, Nata died of scarlet fever. The last to become ill, the only one to die.

Nata didn't leave any photos of herself. She didn't leave a photograph for her grieving mother, nor for her father, nor for her sisters. Nata left only yellow quinces on the top of her closet, and a red shawl she bought that day on the fair. She was only 17.

The yard where five sisters would run, that yard is long gone. Only wasteland is there now, for as long as the eye can see. 🌹

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10/27/2023

I didn't know him well enough to write long stories about him and his life. We lived in Rijeka, Croatia and he lived in a small village in Herzegovina. I was always afraid of him.

Veselko Crnjac (August 20, 1944 – August 9, 2005)

An elderly man who always sat on the same stone in front of his house, rolling a cigarette, which he would then smoke while grimly looking at everything around him.

My only memory of him is when we were in Herzegovina one summer and my tooth fell out. The next morning I looked under my pillow and saw that the tooth fairy had brought me my favorite – Kinder chocolate. Happy, small, and chubby, I started running as fast as I could to show my mom and dad what I got, and then I saw him.

He was sitting on the same stone on which he always sat. I stopped. I hoped that he would not see me, that he would not address me, but he did. He asked me what I got with a smile on his face.

I rarely saw him smiling, but in that moment he gave a small but significant smile to his toothless granddaughter. I stood still, and silent, with my big eyes looking at him. Then, I quickly ran towards the house into my mother's arms to hide from the "old man".

I had a dream about him recently.

I got a second chance. We hugged as tightly as we could. I was me, his grown-up granddaughter – now with all her teeth, and he was he, my grandfather.

I will remember that moment forever, even though it was just a dream. I wish I had known him better. I wish I had not been so afraid of him. I only wish I had hugged him that time, when I was still his little toothless granddaughter.

And the stone… it's still there in front of the house, only no one is sitting on it anymore. 🌹

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