Yes, my maternal grandfather was born on the Fourth of July 1874. I wonder how or if the Fourth of July was celebrated in those years so long ago. When you think of it, 1874 was only approximately 100 years after the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776. It’s a question I could have asked him. I knew him well but somehow never thought to ask him so many questions that I can think of now. He died at age at age 83 on August 4, 1957, one month after his 83rd birthday.
July 4th, 1979 – over 40 years ago. We were admitted to membership in the American Club in Dhaka Bangladesh. Hooray! We could play tennis, swim in the pool, and purchase FOOD poolside. What a difference this made to our activities and social life in Dhaka.
I wish I could find our family photo from that 4th of July at THE CLUB. 40 some years ago – it’s like yesterday.
SEEMS WE DON’T SAY IT ENOUGH – SO, I’M TRYING TO FIX THAT RIGHT HERE – GOD BLESS THE USA!!!
We can rant and we can complain, but we should thank the troops for giving us the right to do so! Today we celebrate our country’s birthday. Traditional BBQ’s, fireworks, family and friends, we have a day off and have a ball! – and to whom do we owe it all? You guessed it_____
THE SOLDIER’S POEM
When this is over
And we come home again,
Forget the band
And cheers from the stand;
Just have the things
Well in hand –
The things we fought for.
UNDERSTAND?
_____Pfc C.G. Tiggas
ONLY A SAILOR
He’s only a sailor on the boundless deep,
Under foreign skies and tropical heat.
Only a sailor on the rolling deep,
In summer rain and winter sleet.
Fireworks and cookouts
And time…
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Early last week the weather forecast for the weekend was dire. Increasingly HOT. Ho ho I thought that’s most unlike this part of the world – high temperatures in June in the Pacific Northwest. I took matters in hand and put in my request for an air conditioner – to be readily supplied by the assisted living facility where we live. My request went in on a Tuesday. Wednesday would be too soon to expect it. Meanwhile the days were getting hotter……..Thursday no sign of an air conditioner, Friday no sign of an air conditioner. This hot weather situation and no air conditioner was beginning to look serious, particularly with the weekend coming up and the hottest days forecast to be Monday. Each person I spoke to either promised that they had done what was required of them, or said they would phone again, or couldn’t understand why we didn’t have one, or said there was such a demand and the maintenance men were very busy, or there was a list, etc. etc. etc. The most definite rumor was that they had run out of air conditioners. A complete run-around. I have yet to find or see “the list”.
BUT now a week and a half later I have actually spoken with the head maintenance man. Yes they have run out of air conditioners. More are on order and should be shipped tomorrow (July 4th). Within 2 weeks they should be here. Yes there is a list with about 10 names on it including us.
I wonder – are the air conditioners coming on a slow boat from China??
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I am not sure where this photo came from. Do my readers have any suggestions?
Yes, Rest in Peace Mr. Mogg.
Sometimes voices from years ago ring clear in our heads as though they were heard just yesterday. Then they are gone.
Over five decades ago I was already an established writer going to high school. I say “established” because I had already been paid as a writer since the age of 14. I took Journalism as an elective subject almost every semester at Sylmar High just for the fun and sheer enjoyment involved in writing. I loved language. In all of my journalism experiences, including sports editor for the school paper, my teacher was one Mr. Albert Mogg. He was a young man in his thirties at the time and little did I suspect that this teacher would have such an impact on my life.
Mr. Mogg taught me solid journalism, something that is totally lacking in today’s news. I learned, despite my enthusiasm, that editorials were reserved for the…
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Follow this account in letters written in the late 1930’s and early 1940’s.
This weeks chronicle to Lad of happenings in Trumbull include several celebrations. It’s also been 6 months since Lad left Interamerica for his current job at Socony-Vacuum Oil Company and four months since Dan traveled home from Venezuela, but the battle with Interamerica for wages due continues on. This letter does supply some indication that things will be coming to a close fairly soon.
Alfred Peabody Guion at one of the camps in Venezuela
Ye last Sunday in October, 1939
(October 29, 1939)
Dear Future General Manager:
Picture to yourself lawns covered with newly fallen tannish-yellow leaves, clear brisk October weather, a cozy fire in the alcove, Mack asleep on the floor and me at my typewriter and you will have the proper background for this letter.
Chalk up to your credit some additional heartbeats of joy occasioned by the fact that last Tuesday when I looked in the mailbox…
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