Lew
May 28, 2012
On November 20 (1942) our regiment took up defensive positions at Point Cruz west of the Matanikau (river)…A slow advance toward objective further west is begun. The enemy is laying down heavy mortar and machine gun fire. They are well dug in and concealed. Due to the terrain of jungle and ridges and the terrific heat, it is very difficult to get supplies, ammunition and water to our troops. They are taxed to exhaustion. Coordinated artillery, air and mortar fire does not dislodge the enemy. They have dug-in in the coral and in draws and are quite secure. Any exposure of our troops draws accurate enemy fire. Casualties are fairly heavy.
-From the diary of Lt. Col. Samuel Baglien, Executive Officer, North Dakota’s 164th National Guard Unit
Alice’s only brother died in this battle the next day. He was twenty-one years old.
Lew
Two 90+ Yoginis
May 21, 2012
In case you haven’t been inspired lately:
Those Are My Feet!
May 16, 2012
I decided to put the book about Alice’s shoes in a shoebox, wrap it up pretty, and give it to her for Mother’s Day.
Shoebox, unadorned.
I tested the width to see if the book would fit inside with crepe paper.
Trying on the shoebox for size.
It did, and so I added a box of chocolates and a pendant and more crepe paper and wrapped it all up in flowers.
Shoebox, adorned.
What It Takes
May 12, 2012
I rarely add anything to this blog that is not about Alice, but this video by Antoine Wilson is for the writers out there, as well as for those who may not be interested in writing anything whatsoever but are curious about what it takes to write a novel.
Running around with Mama
May 6, 2012
Alice was feeling pretty good. We’d just left the doctor’s office where the doctor told her that once again (the fourth visit in a row) she did not need an injection for her eye problem, macular degeneration. We’d picked up our usual supply of cocoa and sandwiches and were headed back toward her apartment. She had left only two hours before with the sense of dread she feels when going to these appointments. But now, riding toward home in high spirits, she asked cheerily, “Did I ever tell you about the first time I saw a dead person?”
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