What To Write

Last night I had my blog entry all worked out. This morning I have forgotten what was so clear last night. Good thing I made a note of my intended entry. ……..But now this morning I have been overtaken by disturbing events. ……..More to follow.

God Bless America.

Is this my country?

Happy Birthday to Bob

Who is Bob you ask. The Bob whose birthday was yesterday January 3 is my eldest nephew. ( I have 21 nieces and nephews.) Now I have to find the photo of Bob’s fond parents gazing at him in the bassinet. He was born in 1951. So this was a big birthday for Bob – now 70 years old and a Grandpa.

I think thetis Bob in the back row on the right in the blue shirt

This photo was taken at a family reunion a few years ago. The reunion was held at his brother Scott’s home in Massachusetts. I missed that reunion, alas

Under a Blood Red Sun Book Review

Lest we forget.

Jeff Groves's avatarInch High Guy

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Under a Blood Red Sun: The Remarkable Story of PT Boats in the Philippines and the Rescue of General MacArthur

By John J. Domagalski

Hardcover in dustjacket, 304 pages, appendices, notes, bibliography, and index

Published by Casemate, October 2016

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1612004075

ISBN-13: 978-1-61200-407-5

Dimensions: 6.3 x 1.2 x 9.1 inches

At the beginning of World War Two the U.S. Navy had three Motor Torpedo Boat Squadrons (MTBRON) deployed in the Pacific.  MTBRON One was assigned to Pearl Harbor, MTBRON Two was assigned to the Panama Canal Zone, and MTBRON Three was assigned to the Philippines.  Lieutenant John D. Bulkeley was the Commanding Officer of Squadron 3’s six Elco 77’ torpedo boats.  The Japanese attacked the Philippines on 08DEC41 local time, destroying much of the U.S. airpower.  U.S. and Philippine forces never recovered from the initial Japanese strikes and fought on the back foot for the next six months…

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My Life History In Postcards

I came across a postcard today written on August 24. No year was given. I tried to puzzle it out. It was a postcard of the Tower of London. Addressed to my mother in Hawaii. Sent from Belfast Northern Ireland. I wrote that I was then semi-immobilized. My brother and sister-in-law had phoned from Birmingham England to give me helpful advice. A cable had arrived from my friend Lucy in Washington D.C. asking whether she should fly to Belfast or Dublin the following Tuesday to meet her husband Harry. (At that point Harry was in London and their plan was to meet up in Ireland before going to Portugal and Morocco.)

I wrote “in the meantime I have lots of loving care, plenty of books, and a TV to watch the Czech crisis”.

Following the above clues, I decided the card was written in 1968, early in my first pregnancy. I had been threatened of miscarrying (a midnight trip to the Rotunda in Dublin).

It all turned out well. Lucy joined Harry in Belfast and we had a nice visit in Belfast and Enniskillen. And our first born is now age 51.

A Long And Happy Road

Keep on traveling.

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No, this is not about The Yellow Brick Road! Well, maybe it is after all…Read on!

Like Dorothy I was a bit lost 40 years ago. I was in the midst of a stint as a successful songwriter and a successful single parent. Although most said I had everything, what I did not have was a wife. I had been single for many years after a disastrous first marriage and everyone around me thought I should get married. I agreed but I was in absolutely no rush, saying “When it’s right, it’s right but just because I’m a single parent doesn’t mean that I HAVE to get married.”

I was both set and content in my ways. In addition, I had seen more than one or two young ladies shy away from me because of my parental responsibilities. A single dad sounds sexy these days but it was no…

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