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Super Typhoon Yolanda Aftermath One Year Later — The Lesson : “Live Life”

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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Super Typhoon Yolanda changed my Life.

I lived inside “Ground Zero.”

I am a “Survivor.”

One obvious change Yolanda has made to my Life is I am more “aggressive.” Any pretense of patience is completely gone from my Life. I get a project done or I toss it and move on to one I can get done.

One obvious change Yolanda gave me is the opportunity to “Face Death.”

I have had a year to look at my reaction. I should be “Petrified.” I definitely felt, “Concern.”

Today is Saturday, November 8, 2014. A year ago, at “Ground Zero”, I stood in my bedroom and watched the winds of Super Typhoon Yolanda bow the coconut wood door back and forth like a warped, black LP record flexed back and forth.

Three times, Yolanda blew open the door. Three times, I pushed against the wind and intense walls of blowing rain to close the door.

Yolanda took the roof, but she left the thin sheets of plywood over the roof. Although, she did bend one down almost double to continue to pour a persistent waterfall of rain into the room.

Christy Warren, my wife, stood in front of me, and stared out the single window in the wall. I stood behind Christy and had my arms down around her. I watched the door disco dance against the door jab.

I still remember my chant: “You can stop anytime now.”

I have no idea, how many times I repeated those words. Everyone else in the room was quite.

Junea and Vanissa stood behind me. Digna Mora, the cleaning lady, stood behind the girls. Her son, David was under the concrete shelf sink at the back of the room. He fell asleep.

We heard Yolanda’s winds take the tin roof over the bedroom and the abundance of sudden sunlight over the plywood section confirmed the roof had gone airborne.

There was a plywood section for a roof under the tin. The plywood section held, but a sheet of the wood buckled in half.

The wingtip of “my” Archangel Michael statue held up that section of the roof, while the torrential rain poured in and the dry concrete floor began to fill like a swimming pool. The water inside the room would rise to a half-inch before Yolanda ceased her seize.

I remember every second of Yolanda’s bombardment.

Today, a year later, the sun is shining. The temperature is not too hot. Earlier this afternoon around one p.m., there was a nice breeze. A year ago, the phrase “Hell On Earth” had “A Real World” meaning.

I decided not to go to the “Yolanda Commemoration Ceremonies” in Tacloban City and Tanauan because I wanted “The Day” to think about my reaction to Yolanda.

All week long, ABS-CBN has aired the “Survivor Stories.” As a retired military newsman, I understand the decision. People want to know, “What Was It Like ?”

“Scary,” in a word.

The catch is, obviously, there is a limit to how much adrenaline your body pumps in a crisis situation. You sense and feel, “Fear.” But, the “Fear” can’t last.

“Numbness” replaced the initial “Fear” and the “Concern.” I stood at “The Mercy Of A Force Of Nature.” There was absolutely nothing I could do.

Yolanda could of snatched me or anyone else in the room and tossed us against the walls like rag dolls. Yolanda could of tossed any of us out through the roof.

Yolanda could of reached inside the room and pulled any or all of us out through the narrow doorway. Yolanda kept us corralled and “pinned up” in the room until her winds were done outside.

“Thanks To Yolanda, I no longer ‘Fear Death.’”

Naturally, I have “The Death Fantasy” where you lie in bed, surrounded by family and friends who love you. You close your eyes for the last time and “Death” arrives.

If I get “The Death Fantasy” fine; if not, at least, Yolanda, provided the lesson of awareness and acceptance of “Here Comes, The Last Ride ! ”

A year ago, once I heard the winds disappear, I stepped to the door and opened it.

“Stunned,” is the only word that works.

A Child Of The Cold War, I cut my baby teeth on the stories of United States, Soviet Union and Red Chinese Nuclear Armageddon Aftermath.

I remember the Civil Defense lessons in grade school. I got the blue prints I got in the mail from the United States Superintendent Of Documents to “build a bomb shelter in your backyard.”

Momma never let me build the bomb shelter. I couldn’t even convince her to build a basement. I always wanted a basement.

As a teenager, I had watched countless TV shows and movies about The Cold War Nuclear Apocalypse.

As a senior citizen, I stood on the concrete porch and looked at the devastated landscape of the island of Leyte.

No Hollywood Cold War Nuclear Holocaust Movie even came close to Super Typhoon Yolanda.

The brutal sky remained angry swatches of gray. The horizontal canvas was saturated. The rain had stopped and the sky still appeared soaked. The sky around me dripped like running paint on a wet canvas.

The dense emerald vegetation was yanked, pulled and discarded like a giant weedeater had gone ballistic on the landscape.

The huge tree at the corner of the porch had been yanked up by the roots and dropped like a weed at the hole, which moments before had covered the roots.

The 50 to 75 coconut trees in front of the house were gone. Two complete trees stood and four giant busted toothpicks, which had been coconut trees were still embedded in the ground.

Some of the coconut trees had fallen like discarded Lincoln Logs on to the plundered landscape.

Silence.

No sound.

In rural Leyte it is rare for an hour to pass without a rooster crowing somewhere nearby.

Across the barangay road, the neighbor’s bamboo house was gone completely. Christy’s white sari-sari store building was tilted at a 15 degree angle toward the road.

The bamboo carport had served it’s purpose. The bamboo poles were still in the ground. The dried coconut leaves roof had gone airborne.

Fortunately, the carport had stood long enough to keep the van on the ground. The other benefit of the carport, is it helped provide temporary shelter.

When the neighbors across the road, felt their house was going around them, they ran outside to the carport and got next to the van, according to the neighbor woman, they essentially formed a human chain and she held on to the van’s door handle.

Today, I stand with a mug of coffee in my hand and look out at the Land in front of the house. Sunlight bathes the dense vegetation.

We have a tin roof again over the house. The US AID gray tarpaulin still serves as two walls of the house.

I strolled up the barangay road a distance this afternoon. Houses are again beginning to take shape. The rice fields seem to be recovering. The Cameri Barangay Elementary School has a roof again. Neighbors’ roosters chase hens in the school yard and a concrete building in the corner is going up in a corner of the school yard.

Son, Samuel Ranilo Warren got tagged to participate in a Yolanda Commemorative Ceremony in Tacloban City as did cousin,Vanissa Saldana. Daughter, Donna Junea Warren got to “Fly Free” to a girlfriend’s birthday celebration today.

Christy and I have been relaxing around the old Pacific Ponderosa today. One Warren Way got severely remodeled by Super Typhoon Yolanda, but with time, I am sure we will have walls again someday. I need to find a carpenter, I believe, can put my concrete hollow blocks up to build a “Strong” wall.

As a political science and history student, I had memorized the photos of the destruction of “Fat Man” and “Little Boy” to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan in 1945. A year ago, Yolanda at “Ground Zero” in Tanauan, Barangay Baras delivered the “Destruction” without the radioactive “Fallout.”

November 8, 2014 — Tacloban City reports 6,000 people dead. Officials calculate, at least, 1,061 are still missing. I doubt an accurate “body count” for Super Typhoon Yolanda will ever be firmly established because a tidal wave came ashore and took structures and, no doubt, people back out to The Leyte Gulf and The Pacific Ocean.

The brutal winds of Yolanda took roofs and “bombed out” the insides of churches and smashed all the pews to smithereens. More than a week after Yolanda’s winds, I saw that Yolanda had parked a car and a Chevrolet pickup with the grilles against the ground. The trunk and pickup bed pointed up toward the sky, while the wheels rested on the side of a building.

Super Typhoon Yolanda, a year later, has reminded me of an Important Lesson Of Life: ”Live Life !”

I would emphasize : “Live Life With A Passion !”

Today is Saturday, November 8, 2014.

Tomorrow, at sun rise, my plan, is like the plan for today : “The sun is up. Time to make a cup of coffee and enjoy the day.”

Sam

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The Makings Of A Terrorist ?

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This terrorism poster found a posting on the Internet.  It is directed at the "Fear" of illegal aliens crossing the border into the United States from Mexico.  The paranoia and hysteria of the issue is reminiscent of the "Fear" of the Days Of The Cold War when Americans and Soviet citizens worried who would launch their nuclear missiles first.  This terrorism poster takes the "Fear" to a belligerent "Threat" level.  The author of the original copy under the photograph is unknown.

This terrorism poster found a posting on the Internet. It is directed at the “Fear” of illegal aliens crossing the border into the United States from Mexico. The paranoia and hysteria of the issue is reminiscent of the “Fear” of the Days Of The Cold War when Americans and Soviet citizens worried who would launch their nuclear missiles first. This terrorism poster takes the “Fear” to a belligerent “Threat” level. The author of the original copy under the photograph is unknown.

 

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

This photograph definitely gets your attention. The words under the bottom headline are a shock.

Where does a mob begin ?

Is a poster enough to encourage people to take up weapons and become a mob ?

Is a poster enough to generate the ‘Fear’ necessary to become a mob ?

Is this poster enough of a tool to inflame people to take action, which they would usually not consider ?

The words under the photograph suggests that the writer is putting out a “Threat.”

‘The Threat’ suggests the writer is ‘A Terrorist In The Making.’ When you boast that you stand ready to commit ‘Mass Murder’, then, the only logical conclusion is “Terrorism.”

The fact that the poster seems to have been posted to the Internet in the United States, suggests the writer is a “Domestic Terrorist.”

The fact that the writer posted the poster on the Internet on an international social media channel like facebook makes the writer an “International Terrorist”, especially since ‘The Threat’ is directed at the United Nations an international body.

“To any soldiers from any nation, including our own.” The boastful writer is up to challenge the nations and the military forces of the world.

“If you put on the blue helmet of the United Nations and come to the United States, you have made yourself our target.” This sentence should get the original writer listed with Interpol as an international terrorist. The statement should get the original writer in the United States listed as a ‘Domestic Terrorist’, because the writer states: “. . .our target.”

The Real Lie comes in the next sentence. “It is our solemn duty as American Patriots to kill you.”

American History is full of American Patriots. Arlington National Cemetery is full of American Patriots. Cemeteries around the United States are full of American Patriots, who gave their lives in service to their country and their fellow citizens.

The original writer is ‘No American Patriot.’ The original writer is a frightened and scared person, who is using their ‘Fear’ to try and get support from other Americans and to scare people on the other side of the United States and Mexico border, so they will stay in Mexico.

This poster is a ‘Fear’ tactic.

The poster is a “Terror” tactic.

If someone in Mexico, views this poster, the message is ‘If’ you sneak across the border, then, expect some type of ‘Terror’ lurking on the other side of the border.

The writer might of thought that the words might generate some ‘Terror’ to United Nations troops, which might be assigned ‘Peacekeeping’ duties along the border in the United States.  Someone should tell the writer: “Military troops don’t scare easily.  Plus, United Nations troops are often military troops, who have been on active duty in their own countries, so they are military professionals who are experienced in various situations.

Despite the arrogant bravado, the unknown writer is ‘No American Patriot.’

American Patriots are the men and women of the United States Armed Forces, who wear the uniform and carry out their duties on behalf of their fellow citizens. American Patriots are those Americans, who volunteered or got ‘Drafted” and served in the military in combat.

American Patriots are those Americans, who were held as Prisoners Of War in World War I, World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War.” American Patriots are those Americans who endured and returned from the POW Camps. American Patriots are those Americans who died in combat. American Patriots are those Americans who are still listed as POWs, who were not returned after one of the Wars.

American Patriots are those Americans, who enlisted after ‘The Draft’ went away and America introduced ‘The All Volunteer Military.’ American Patriots are those Americans, who always do their best to help family and friends.

American Patriots don’t always wear a uniform and serve in the military. America has more than her fair share of Civilian American Patriots, who work in their communities to make life better for everyone.

American Criminals are selfish, greedy, sanctimonious, bullies and thugs, whose mission in life is to make their life better.

The original writer is No American Patriot and since the writer has made a ‘Threat’ to kill, the writer has put himself or herself in the category of ‘Conspiracy.’

The document suggests that an ‘Assassin’ is lying in wait for a target.

Since it has been more than 24 hours since this poster was first posted on the Internet, it is a safe bet that America’s law enforcement and intelligence community is already aware of the initial posting and the outspoken, original writer is being watched.

Guess, he or she did not realize that the United States Government had more than 200 Federal law enforcement and intelligence agencies on the books before the creation of the Department Of Homeland Security.

Naturally, you have to factor in that all 50 states have some type of state troopers or highway patrol officers. Then, you factor in all the states have numerous counties with sheriff’s departments and American cities, large and small, have police departments.

The original writer should feel nervous because now he or she will be watched closely by dozens of eyes sporting badges and intelligence credentials.

When the smiling sheriff comes up to this person at a basketball or football game and puts out his hand is the sheriff going to shake the person’s hand or is the sheriff ready to bust out the handcuffs ?

The original writer’s copy continues the ‘Threat.’ “We may not wear uniforms. We may not have much military training.” These two sentences suggest that the original writer has entered the realm of terrorist.

Terrorists don’t wear uniforms, so they can blend in unseen in among citizens. Terrorists, however, since the ’60s have been smart enough to find ways to receive military training.

The next sentence is alarming. “But we will have no pity on you.” This sentence suggests that the original writer is ready to be a terrorist. The word choice of ‘Pity’ is interesting, to me, it suggests the original writer has religious beliefs.

Study after study, suggests that sadistic and psychotic killers have no real grasp on ethics or morals, so such a person would probably not write about pity.

The last line is definitely aimed at putting ‘Fear’ into the reader. “Your body may or may not never be found.” This sentence is the proverbial last nail in the coffin. The original writer may or may not have a body disposal plan or method in mind, but it suggests that the killer or killers will feel no remorse at their act.

The trite greeting of “Have A Nice Day,’ is an outdated cliché, which other than being a possible insult serves no purpose.

The photograph and the words under the picture have been an image that has stuck in my mind for more than 24 hours. I can’t believe any American would be so inhumane. I can’t believe any American would be so cold-blooded.

I can believe many Americans are upset about the numbers of people coming over the southern border into the United States.

A sudden influx of people is a surprise to any nation’s economy. Nations are always hesitant and reluctant to accept War Refugees because of the large numbers of people and families who flee combat. Still nations adapt. Services get provided.

The United Nations is one of those organizations, which is suppose to represent ‘The Best Of Humanity.’ The UN attempts to provide humanitarian and compassionate services to citizens around the world. The initial mission was ‘Peacekeeping.’ To date, the United Nations has been successful at ‘The Prevention Of World War III.’

The UN never gets credit for keeping a War from happening. The UN does often get the ‘Blame’ when a War does erupt in some part of the world. The success or failure of the United Nations in any situation always relies on the member nations. Nations have their own security and political agendas, which do not always go hand in hand with the interest of the United Nations and the countries represented.

The United States has not always seen eye to eye with the United Nations. Nonetheless, the UN has been instrumental in getting nations to work together or, at least, to talk to one another. The UN does provide humanitarian services to people around the world, which helps to make a difference in someone’s life or their families.

It is insane to believe an American would shoot at a UN Peacekeeper.

I have confidence that the United States and Mexico will find some working solutions to the border issues.

For someone to have the audacity and vulgarity to design and post such a poster for the world to see is a barbaric regression to the Days Of Adolf Hitler. To use the word, “We”, and suggests that others are also ready to engage in criminal and terrorist acts is a slip back into the “Days Of Cold War Hysteria.”

I would like to believe the original writer had simply had an extreme gungho moment. Perhaps, he or she had seen the ’84 version of “Red Dawn” and the 2012 “Red Dawn” remake. In the first movie, Moscow and the Soviet Union were the bad guys. In the second movie, North Korea gets to be the bad guy.

The 20th Century version is a ‘Cold War Era’ movie. The Berlin Wall had not come down. Moscow and Washington D.C., were not in the habit of talking to one another.

The 21st Century version is less obvious. However, every spring as a Rite of Spring, the North Korean dictator seems to feel the need to threaten the United States. Perhaps, it is the North Korean version of “Easter” – time to threaten the United States.

Both of the ‘Red Dawn’ movies display the idea of “American Patriots.” The United States has been invaded. The Spirit Of The Founding Fathers rises up and the teenagers in both movies do what they have to do to survive and battle the enemy.

The controversial photographic poster is not a statements by patriots; it is a challenge from confused and frightened people who are threatening domestic and international terrorism.

Sam

V-J Day 2013 editorial by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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V-J Day

2013 !

TRINITY SHOT NUCLEAR TEST EXPLOSION JULY 16 1945 US GOVERNMENT PHOTO IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN

Trinity Shot

The Gadget” is the informal nickname of the first nuclear test explosion of the Manhattan Project conducted by the United States Army in the Jornada del Muerto desert about 35 miles southeast of Socorro, New Mexico, at the new White Sands Proving Ground, which incorporated the Alamogordo Bombing and Gunnery Range. In 2013, the site is now the White Sands Missile Range. The photograph was taken by Jack W. Aeby, July 16, 1945, as a member of the Special Engineering Detachment at Los Alamos laboratory, working under the aegis of the Manhattan Project. United States Government Photo in the Public Domain.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013 – People should dance in the streets. Schools should be closed. People should be enraptured in song. Ticker tape should fall like snow out of city windows around the world. Children should be laughing, running and playing in the street.

 

The World should “Take The Day Off And Celebrate ! ”

 

Throughout the globe – The Party should spread. Fireworks should explode in the skies overhead. People should dance, laugh, sing and celebrate.

 

The celebration should have such energy that it lasts throughout the week and the rest of the month. Party Hardy !

 

68 Years ago today, World War II ended !

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Japan announced “Unconditional Surrender.” Guns went silent.

 

Alas, today, news telecasts might mention the fact. Newspapers might publish an article. A story might be published on the Internet to recognize The 68th Anniversary Of The End Of World War II.

 

A history professor at a university might remind her class or deliver a lecture about today’s date in World War II.

 

A military historian might take a World War II history book off the shelf and decide to observe today’s anniversary by clarification of some points in his research of the events that he plans for a lecture later in the week to veterans or students at a War College or an Air Command and Staff College.

 

A museum curator might pause at a World War II exhibit and take a moment to shine the collar brass on the uniform of the mannequin on display.

 

The museum curator she might even take a moment to remember her grandfather and grandmother’s stories about World War II and decide that she should get a cloth and polish up some of the medals on display.

 

The majority of The Citizens Of The World, if they even hear the news item, will simply shrug it off as “Ancient History.” People will brush off the anniversary as, “It’s history.”

 

The Importance Of World War II is, as of August 14, 2013, World War II still remains “The Deadliest Conflict In Human History !” More than 30 Nations Of The World were in A Total State Of War. Each sunrise meant more Death and Devastation.

 

The horrific cost of lives and property in World War II has determined the agenda for every War since. Nations fight “Conventional Wars”, in the belief, that No Nation will “Unleash Their Nuclear Arsenal” to end a War. To date, the belief has held, but, each new sun rise brings a challenge to The Nations Of The World.

 

The importance of War is The Fact that War is inevitable because human nature of individual humans does not change. The Lesson Of War is it is a force that will continue to end human lives and devastate the planet as long as people can not learn to live together.

 

Tuesday, August 14,1945 – President Of The United States Of America Harry S. Truman announces that Japan has surrendered unconditionally, ending World War II.

 

Wednesday, August 15,1945 – In Japan, news of The End Of The War causes people to take to the street. They are not in the mood to celebrate. They Lost. Riots break out.

 

The Kyūjō Incident is a last ditch effort by more than 1,000 Japanese Imperial Army soldiers to storm the Imperial Palace in Tokyo and stage a coup d’ ‘etat. They wanted to get the Imperial Proclamation and stop its transmission to the Allies. Imperial Army General Shizuichi Tanaka, Eastern District Army commander, responsible for the Tokyo and Yokohama area, at dawn, August 15, 1945, went to the Imperial Palace and ordered the soldiers to return to their barracks, which they did.

Major Kenji Hatanaka, Military Affairs Section, Japanese Ministry of War, is considered the mastermind of the coup. He led forces into The Imperial Palace to rummage for the Imperial Proclamation surrender recording. The Emperor was kept under “house arrest.”

Unable to locate the recording, Major Hatanaka and some of his troops went to the NHK Studios to attempt to prevent the surrender broadcast and get some air time to explain his actions at staging the coup. His message was not broadcast and his contingent left the studios. By 8 am., the coup was over.

The surrender speech had been recorded on a phonograph record and smuggled out of the palace in a laundry basket of women’s underwear.

Tuesday, August 14,1945 – News of the end of the War spreads through the air thanks to radio. Around the globe, on both sides of The International Date Line, celebrations break out.

 

New York City’s Time Square erupts in celebration and a photographer snaps a photograph of a happy sailor, who grabs a woman and kisses her.

 

America Cuts Loose” and the news causes people to celebrate. Half-a-decade of global conflict has ended. Revelry erupts.

 

Kisses and hugs are given out. Booze flows. Fists also get thrown. But, the celebrations across America are proof that citizens can return to their Lives and plan for the future. They can hug their kids and hope someday to have grand kids.

 

The War Is Over !

 

Back To The Present – Wednesday, August 14, 2013 –

 

The 68th Anniversary Of The End Of World War II will pass without much fanfare around the world because as time passes people move on with their lives and even monumental events of previous generations rest in scrapbooks, history books and photo albums to gather dust.

 

Today is Victory in Japan Day !

The day is also known as Victory over Japan Day, and Victory in the Pacific Day, and the common initials are V-J Day, or V-P Day.

The name chosen by The Allies for the day on which Japan surrenders, essentially ending World War II. The term V-J Day or V-P Day is applied to two days in August: August 14 and August 15.

The surrender announcement was broadcast on the afternoon of August 15, 1945, in Japan. The International Date Line and, time zone differences,means the announcement filled the airwaves August 14, 1945,when it was announced in the United States and the rest of the Americas and Eastern Pacific Islands.

The End of World War II proves The Ancient Lesson Of Warfare, which is you have to destroy your enemy.

The Allies had to destroy the munitions, equipment and manpower to fight the War. The Allies had to eliminate the motivational Will of the enemy to fight the War. “The Enemy” has to be so severely devastated they no longer have the ability to fight the War.

The Japanese Navy was the third largest navy in the world by 1920, behind the United Kingdom’s Royal Navy and the United States Navy.

In 1941, the Imperial Japanese Army had 51 divisions and a total of 1,700,000 men. By 1945, there were 5.5 million men in the Imperial Japanese Army.

 

In 1941, the Imperial Japanese Navy possessed 10 battleships, 10 aircraft carriers, 38 cruisers (heavy and light), 112 destroyers, 65 submarines, and various auxiliary ships

 

The Imperial Japanese Navy started the War In The Pacific with the largest and most modern carrier fleet in the world at that time.

 

The most varied fleet of submarines of World War II were underway with the Imperial Japanese Navy. The submarines included Kaiten,the manned torpedoes, the Kohytoeki and Kairyu midget submarines and medium-range submarines, the purpose-built supply submarines, for use by the Imperial Japanese Army, and the long-range fleet submarines,many of which carried aircraft.

 

Three submarines with the highest submerged speeds of the conflict were built but never put to sea, during World War II.

 

The Senotku I-400 submarine, World War II’s largest submarine did put to sea. The crew of 144 men sailed the 400 foot-long submarine, which could launch three sea planes. The Senotku surrendered to the crew of a United States Navy destroyer.

 

The IJN submarines were equipped with the most advanced torpedo of the conflict, the Type 95 torpedo.

 

By the end of World War II, the majority of the world’s third largest navy rested at the bottom of the world’s oceans. However, there were still at least 2,000,000 men under arms and 3,000 aircraft on the mainland of Japan.

 

The first atomic bomb was named “Thin Man” by Robert Serber for the Dashiell Hammett detective novel and series of movies of the same name. Serber named all three bombs.

 

Little Boy” got it’s name from the design shape to contrast it from “Thin Man.” “Little Boy” fell on Hiroshima, it was the first target due to its military and industrial values. Hiroshima was the home of the Japanese 5th Division and the 2nd Army Headquarters.

 

War planners would of looked at Hiroshima Bay on the map to consider Hiroshima a port in southern Japan. War planners would of noticed that the mountains around the city should contain the A-bomb blast and increase the level of destruction.

 

The Kokura Arsenal in Kokura, which produced bayonets, rifles and other war equipment was the designated target of the second nuclear bombing mission, but cloud cover over the target area, meant the aircraft would proceed to the secondary target site : Nagasaki.

 

Fat Man” the second atomic bomb fell on Nagasaki, an important sea port in southern Japan.

Fat Man”, the second atomic bomb was named after Sydney Greenstreets’s character in “The Maltese Falcon” from the Dashiell Hammett novel. “Fat Man” was the second plutonium atomic bomb the first “The Gadget” had been detonated in a July 16,1945 test, near Alamagordo, New Mexico.

Fat Man” destroyed the Mitsubishi Steel and Arms Works and the Mitsubishi-Urakami Torpedo Works in Nagasaki. Torpedoes used in the attack on Pearl Harbor, Hawaii had been built in the Nagasaki torpedo plant.

World War II as “The Deadliest Conflict In Human History” reminds people that War destroys lives, changes the terrain and infrastructure of nations, and creates issues that will irradiate for years, decades and centuries. The Nuclear Explosions Of World War II demonstrated “The Power” that can be used to end a War.

Victory In Japan Day meant that the hostilities had stopped and people took to the streets to riot or celebrate. The Formal Surrender of Japan to The Allies would occur Sunday,September 2, 1945 aboard the United States Navy’s battleship, USS Missouri.

There have been Wars and all types of military actions throughout the globe since V-J Day and the formal surrender. Since humanity relies on War to settle disputes there will be more Wars.

The World War II Lesson that has stood the test of time, so far, is No Nation is currently willing to detonate a Nuclear Weapon in War.

Sam

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Links

Wikipedia

The Gadget”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gadget

Wikipedia

Thin Man”

Atomic Bomb

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_Man_%28nuclear_bomb%29

Wikipedia

Fat Man”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fat_Man

Wikipedia

Little Boy”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Boy

Wikipedia

Kyūjō Incident

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ky%C5%ABj%C5%8D_Incident

Wikipedia

Imperial Japanese Army

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperial_Japanese_Army

History.com

http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/japans-surrender-made-public#

 

Wikipedia

Victory over Japan Day

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victory_over_Japan_Day#

 

Wikipedia

V-J Day in Times Square

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V-J_Day_in_Times_Square

Wikipedia

President Of The United States Of America Harry S. Truman

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_S._Truman

Wikipedia

United States General Of The Army Douglas MacArthur

Supreme Commander of the Allied Powers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Douglas_MacArthur

Damn Interesting

World War II America Warned Hiroshima and Nagasaki Citizens

http://www.damninteresting.com/ww2-america-warned-hiroshima-and-nagasaki-citizens/

The New York Times On The Web Learning Network On This Day

http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general/onthisday/big/0814.html

 

 

Life Magazine V-J Day, 1945: A Nation Lets Loose

http://life.time.com/history/v-j-day-kiss-in-times-square-and-other-celebrations-august-14-1945/?iid=lf|mostpop#1

 

Celebration Of VJ Day – US National Archives on You Tube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rieVqZh1Nm4

Summer Hiatus by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Surf’s Up” on Yahoo News

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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

I write.

 

I love to write.

 

I write something almost everyday.

 

What To Write

 

The challenge of being a writer is knowing that people will read what you write.

Even after you “Officially Retire” as a writer, you may still want to write and know that you have readers.

 

A blog is an outlet for a writer. Of course, there are so many blogs in cyberspace that a writer has to try to figure out how to attract and keep readers.

 

I remember a rule from an English Creative Writing Class in Galena High School: “Write About What You Know.”

 

When you are 13 to 16, you really do know more than you think you do. You just have to figure out how to put the words on paper to interest the reader.

 

Naturally, when you are 57, you have a lot more “Life Experiences” to write about than when you were 13. I sit at a keyboard and the words flow. I am blessed because I have never really had a problem with “Writer’s Block.”

 

I have been away from the blog for a few months. The problem was not the writing or the words. The problem was “The Writer.”

 

Readers’ Comments

 

I have never wanted my blog to be a “Dear Diary” that focused on the mundane routine of Life like, “I got out of bed today. Nothing really noteworthy happened.”

 

I have always aspired to try and find issues to write about that challenge my readers. I read the comment forms on my blog. The comment forms seemed more and more to be robotic software trying to carry out it’s own “Sell You Something” agenda. I periodically go through and delete the obvious email spam.

 

I wasn’t getting feedback and comments from readers that often. March 2013 arrived, which meant the “kids” my nieces and nephews would be out of school.

 

School Is Out For The Summer”

 

School Is Out For The Summer” takes on a different meaning in The Republic Of The Philippines than in the United States.

 

The kids were out of school. It seemed a perfect time to “Go On Holiday.”

 

I grew up on a farm in the United States in The Ozarks. The idea of a vacation or a holiday is just not a concept that always translates that well to my mind.

 

Farming is a 24-hour a day job that lasts seven days a week. Forget taking off The Fourth Of July,Halloween,Thanksgiving and Christmas.

 

Livestock does not come with calendars, cattle, horses, hogs, pigs, chickens, dogs and cats all expect to eat. Even the humans, regardless of the holiday or the day of the week, still expect to eat.

 

On a farm, Mother Nature is always The Girl Next Door and she seldom cooperates with your wishes. When you need rain; you will get a drought. When you need a dry spell; you will get a monsoon of rain.

 

The Extremes” Of Farm Life

 

Since the constant fluctuation of temperatures never seem to be enough for Mother Nature you can count on “The Extremes” in the United States. The United States is a “temperate climate”, which means we have four seasons, but temperatures and weather conditions can always be in “The Extremes”, during the season.

 

The four seasons often have The Extremes. If you expect a comfortable summer; summer will go in the record books as “One Of The Hottest Summers On Record. If you expect a mild winter; winter will break all the records and be “One Of The Coldest Winters In History.

 

In Farming, the weather NEVER cooperates. The chores on a farm are not something you can do in a few minutes and get on with your day. Farming is hard work.

 

In Missouri, by the end of the 20th Century, small family farmers had to have “public jobs” just to make “ends meet” and to be able to “earn a living.”

 

On Leave

 

Before I enlisted in the United States Air Force, the recruiter told me about “Leave.” I would get “30 days a year.” The word, “Leave”, meant I would be “On Vacation” for 30 days every year with pay. It sounded like a great deal. It was.

 

However, at the time, there were just a couple of items, the recruiter kind of overlooked explaining in detail. First, it is not an absolute guarantee.

 

If the United States is at War – you might not be going “On Leave”, during that year.

 

Second, you have to request the dates you want. The Needs Of The Mission always come first. If you can get the dates you want, then, you get them. However, you may not always get the dates you want.

 

The military, like the civilian world, realizes everyone “Needs Time Off”, so vacations are scheduled. No one ever explains the procedures to wide-eyed kids ready to enlist.

 

The Needs Of The Mission. . .”

 

Third, “30 Days Paid Vacation Every Year” looks good on paper. Uncle was “True” to his word. I could get my “30 Days.” However, there was no guarantee all those days would be together as in getting “A Month Off From Work.” Sometimes you might get a week here and two weeks there. At the end of the year, you could sit down with your calendar and pencil and Uncle had always kept his word.

 

The Magic Phrase in The United States Armed Forces at the time was : “The Needs Of The Mission Come First.”

 

Since I served in the United States Air Force The Magic Phrase was: “The Needs Of The United States Air Force Comes First.” And, of course, the word, “Needs”, was simply another way of saying, “Mission.” The Mission Of The United States Air Force Comes First.”

 

Regardless, Uncle Sam, also known as, The United States Government did their best to make sure I got my “30 Days Leave” a year; if I wanted it.

 

I came from a family of “Workaholics”, so the concept of, “Vacation” was always more the idea of “A Working Vacation” or “A Vacation On The Road.”

 

As Sam The Senior Citizen Writer, the idea of “A Vacation” is still not something I can relate to or even really appreciate.

 

I used “The Vacation Time” to back away from the keyboard. I did not write articles to publish for my blog.

 

Printer’s Ink

 

However, my calling in life was, “News.” I worked as a reporter and editor for several United States Air Force newspapers. Printer’s ink has always flowed in my blood.

 

On duty, Uncle Sam spent a tremendous effort to teach us the specifics of journalism from punctuation and grammar to the ethics of “Objectiveness.”

 

A Military Reporter like a Civilian Reporter was suppose to be an independent and impartial observer, who collected the facts and wrote a balanced story, which offered both sides of the story to allow the reader to decide.

 

The Editorial Page

 

On duty, we were taught never to “Slant” a story. “Reporters do not have opinions,” would state the numerous editors time and again through the years.

 

Opinions, Comments, Commentary are all saved for The Editorial page. If you have an opinion, a comment, a commentary, a personal view on an issue or situation, then, you write an Editorial for The Editorial Page.

 

In retirement, I am still a newsman, which means I keep up and read the news.

 

However, since I am retired – My Opinions are my own. I often express my opinion in print.

 

The Opinion Man

 

My favorite news source is Yahoo. My Yahoo News Page lists The Top Stories, Yahoo News, ABC News, Associated Press and Reuters. I glance at the headlines and select stories to read.

 

I have always been “A Man With An Opinion.”

 

I read a story and being the emotional person that I have always been – I always have an opinion.

 

I go to the Comments section of Yahoo News and leave my opinion in the form of a Comment. To find my Comments simply look for the names: Sergeant Sam or Samuel Warren in the Comments section.

 

Life has taught me when you Live long enough You will have an opinion on everything.

 

I have Lived past the Half-Century Mark, so I definitely have an opinion on every issue imaginable

 

I choose my words carefully to get my point across. I am not a “Politically Correct Person”. I am well past the silly stage of “Political Correctness” in my Life; so I don’t play the silly word game.

 

I do not pull punches with my comments. I write what I believe. I usually write like I talk.

 

Country Boy Commentary

 

I am a proud country boy. Thus, I tend to use the colorful expressions of The Ozarks often in comments and editorials. The expression, “I told them how the cow ate the cabbage”, means the speaker was angry, mad and upset to the point that he opened his mouth and let the words fly.

 

How the cow ate the cabbage”, is just one example of an Ozarks expressions that has a colorful way of getting to the heart of the matter to express an issue.

 

Politics

I find Politics invigorates. It is a challenge to bring people together on a variety of different social issues. The goal is to get people to reach a working compromise on an issue for a domestic or foreign policy.

 

Still, I have little use for professional politicians. Professional politicians try to wiggle around an issue to arrive at a solution.

 

DEMOCRAT MULE PIN FACE LEFTWhen it comes to American Political Parties – I am a Democrat.

 

I grew up in Stone County, Missouri, in The Ozarks, which is one of The Most Devout And Hardcore Strongholds of Republican Politics in The United States.

 

In my opinion,The Grand Old Party is conservative to the extreme and cements Christianity into the approach to changing social issues. I grew up exposed to that stringent political philosophy in the southwest Missouri Ozarks.

 

Since my twenties I have worked in political campaigns against America’s “Greedy Old Politicians” and their problematic, pilgrim, political party platforms.

 

I have no use for Republicans.  REPUBLICAN ELEPHANT PIN_btn_gop 

 

Religion

 

I have no use for Religion.

 

Religion is the Providence Of Fools – created by Fools and for Fools.

 

Some people have a Fear Of Death, so they seek some belief that when The Day Of Their Death comes – they will not cease to exist.

 

Instead of an intelligent person using their mind to reach a logical, rationale solution, some people do what centuries of people have done before them and turn to the flawed fairy tales of The World’s Old Major Religions.

 

The temptation of the insane and archaic prophecies by old dead foolish storyteller prophets seems to entice many people to believe.

 

Many people never seem to stop and question what it is the prophecy is asking them to believe in.

 

In Catholicism, Christianity and Protestant religions you are expected to believe in a ridiculous old dead Arab hippie criminal who destroyed business property. Jesus Christ The Bum, who trained as a carpenter,never worked a day in his life.

 

In Islam, you are expected to believe in an old dead Arab prophet, who could not use religion to unite The Arab World, so he proclaims on-going Holy Wars to destroy The World for Allah, who created The World.

 

Regardless of which silly faith of The World’s Old Major Religions that you fall victim to – you get to spend an Eternity with a Jealous, Hateful sadistic, psychotic, misogynistic entity, who really enjoys punishing people and destroying them for the fun of it.

 

Who gets to be The Martyr Today ?”

 

Religion is of Fools, by Fools and for the Fools, who are afraid to experience the reality of Life.

 

Thus, most of my Comments will be found in Politics and Religion.

 

For All The World To Read

 

I leave my opinions for all the world to read.

 

When you put your opinion out to the public; you can expect feedback. Not everyone will agree with you. The purpose though of putting out your opinion is to get people to think and express their own opinions.

 

At first leaving comments on Yahoo News was simply “Putting In My Two Cents”, but, now, it is an opportunity to get my ideas out there to The Readers Of The World. It is a daily task I enjoy.

 

Since I love to write, I will continue to write articles for my “Sam I Am Blog” and my “Samuel E. Warren Jr. The Prophet” blog.

 

However, I am not going to be as “deadline driven” as I have been in the past. I want to continue to inspire, motivate and challenge fellow readers on Yahoo News.

Sam

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New Year’s Eve 1962 Editorial by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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New Year’s Eve 1962

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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

A childhood memory can last a lifetime.

 

The impact of a memory can affect the way you view an issue in Life.

 

This New Year’s Eve memory provided the framework for my approach to celebrations, especially, New Year’s Eve.

 

The New Year’s Eve memory of childhood always inspired me to carry out my own memorable New Year’s Eve celebration through the years.

 

The Layout of 313

 

Opal M. DeLong Warren, a tall brunette, and my mother, stands at the sink in the kitchen washing dishes.

 

The large kitchen has cabinets against the far wall. In the center, is the small window, that looks out over the backyard to the garage.

 

Underneath the window is a counter with a double sink. It is the 1960s, so the overhead cabinets and the counter cabinets are the same type of lacquered wood.

 

The counter top is a black vinyl with short silver lines erratically positioned throughout the counter top.

 

The linoleum floor emerges from under the counter and passes under the rectangular art deco table that seats six.

 

The dividing line across the top of the table allows for a drop in leaf that allows the table to expand to accommodate more people at the table. The black vinyl counter top pattern is repeated on the table.

 

A large Lazy Susan, sits at the far end of the table, usually it just collects misplaced envelopes and entertains a child’s imagination because the two large wood disks turn.

 

The six art deco chairs match the table;however, the back and the seats are a gaudy red material held in place by silver chrome hubcap buttons around the edges of the material.

 

The table sits East to West in the North to South kitchen, The obvious emphasis of the room is on the South. All the furniture and appliances seem to move toward the far wall.

 

Behind the head chair is a smaller art deco table under a two door white metal wall mounted cabinet that doesn’t seem to belong.

 

Under the cabinet is a shorter art deco table, that’s main purpose was usually to hold the electric gray AM radio.

 

Beside the table, is the large ice box. The wooden wall by the ice box extends at least eight feet under the cathedral ceiling to the wall into the formal living room.

 

About four feet away from the door of the ice box, sits the plastic, vinyl green sofa with a pattern of repeating octagons. The sofa sits the border for the living room.

 

The Boogeyman Door

 

The distant wall contains the door in the center into the formal living room.

 

The door in that far wall was always my nemesis.

 

Once the sun, went down I would not go through that door. Somewhere in my young life, I had heard “The Story Of The Boogeyman.” I was convinced at night, the Boogeyman waited on the other side of that door, waiting for someone to turn the door knob.

 

The corner of the far wall was the most important because a nightstand table supports the black and white TV.

 

Our Cathedral Home

 

The home at 313th East 26th Street is a large white shingled house with a screened in front porch.

 

The cathedral ceilings throughout the house towered above me and always made me feel at home. The irony is I was a small boy under ceilings usually used in omnipotent structures like the Westminster Abbey.

 

A curious construction technique had several columns of concrete blocks to rest in a surrounding pattern under the house.

 

The house may have been moved to this location and the block had yet to be removed. In childhood, it was interesting to be able to look under your home.

 

However, the horizontal three-step concrete step under the screened in porch, established that the home had found a port to drop anchor and ride out Life’s storms.

 

The large house dominated the lot. A small front yard and a small back yard were connected by an extremely narrow driveway.

 

The chipped and cracked shingles of the house were evidence that a driver had to be careful driving down or backing out of the narrow driveway.

 

The large structure at the back of the yard was the two car garage that never housed more than one car. The space to the right was storage and my large wooden toy box.

 

The cyclone fence around the property established the borders. A small gate, in front of the screened in porch allowed a visitor access to the front door, which was really the back door.

 

Two small standing metal lions faced each other on the tops of the double gate that protected the driveway.

 

Down the slender driveway, about six feet from the end of the house is the slender door, which is a screen door, in front of a wood and glass door.

 

The side door seems almost an after thought. The side door opens into the kitchen. Salesmen who knocked at the front door went unanswered.

 

Sunday, December 31, 1961

 

Night is in command over Houston, Texas. “Wagon Train” or “Rawhide” is not on, so the TV blabs on unwatched.

 

I am six years old. I have no concept of New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day.

 

Momma washes the dishes. I sit on the floor, in front of the sofa, and play with my plastic cowboys, Indians and horses.

 

Momma and I had moved to the farm in Missouri. But, “The Dream House” dream kept us shuttling back and forth between Galena, Missouri and Houston, Texas.

 

Usually daddy came to Missouri. This year, we had celebrated Christmas in Houston and were getting ready to make the trip back to Galena, Missouri, after the New Year.

 

In Texas, when Daddy is working nights Momma would let me stay up until he comes home from his night job.

 

About 12:30 am., voices and laughter echo down the corridor outside the kitchen door. The pounding against the kitchen screen door causes momma to turn and look into the neighbor’s smiling faces.

 

Momma opens the door. Since the house is anchored on pillars of concrete blocks, people at the door stand about a foot below the entrance into the house. Thus, a visitor always has to look up at you.

 

Warrens and DeLongs are all long-legged, so stepping up to step in was never a problem.

 

The secret is the back door into the backyard and the screened-in porch door to the front yard usually got more use by the Warrens, who lived in the house.

Sunday night

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new Year’s Eve

 

The culture of the United States has become more flexible in the area of religion through the years, but at the start of the 1960s conservative morals and ethics ruled the day, especially in the Ozarks and in the South.

 

It would be difficult to imagine that public celebrations would have been held on a Sunday, a traditionally religious day.

 

Nightclubs and bars would have had to had a celebration on Saturday, December 30, 1961 and kept their doors closed on Sunday, December 31, 1961.

 

In this era, states had “Blue Laws”, which did not allow alcohol to be sold on Sunday.

 

Of course, when you are six years old, it is just “neat” to be able to stay up until midnight.

 

 

New Year’s Well Wishers

 

Momma stands at the door talking to the festive neighbors. I naturally rush to see what is happening.

 

Thomas Jack Brinkley, in the traditional 1960s narrow lapel-ed black suit, white shirt and slender black tie, wears the black cardboard top hat bearing the silver glitter words: Happy New Year. He looks up and wishes momma, “A Happy New Year.”

 

He hugs his wife, Wanda. She is a statuesque redhead in a sequined midnight blue cocktail dress. Her hair is up. The cardboard silver glitter tiara brandishes : Happy New Year. Wanda’s red hair outshines the tiara.

 

Standing on the driveway, they look up and wish momma, “A Happy New Year.” Then, then launch into a detailed account of the evening’s exploits.

 

Tom worked for “Ma Bell”, the telephone company. Since December 31 fell on a Sunday, they must have came to our house from an office New Year’s Party.

 

Tom’s arm at the back of his wife emerges and grips a huge champagne bottle. Two plastic upturned champagne glasses dangle from Tom’s other hand.

 

My mind recorded the smiles, enthusiasm, joy, happiness and the waves of emotion that rippled forth, while Tom and Wanda told momma about their New Year’s Eve celebration.

 

My Challenge

 

When I became a young man and could celebrate my own New Year’s Eve, I always remembered Tom and Wanda in their New Year’s Eve attire and the enthusiasm they exhibited to welcome in the new year in style.

 

Likewise, I always attempted to embody the zeal, zest and optimistic enthusiasm that they displayed in their celebration.

 

Through the years, I’m confident I have met, and, perhaps exceeded, their level of celebration energy.

 

The lesson I learned is the beginning of a year should always be a monumental event. A monumental event always creates a memory.

 

The outcome of how the monumental event effects you depends on the energy, effort and dedication that you put into the event. The result is you end up with a positive or a negative memory.

 

In youth, New Year’s Eve celebrations seem to be celebrated with “A Spirit Of Wild Abandon.”

 

The World At Large has changed since the 1970s. Now, there are rules and consequences to partying and celebrations.

 

Celebrations overall are more toned down, less impulsive and spontaneous. In the US, cities make it a point to organize New Year’s Eve celebrations that they can control.

 

Future generations will learn to “party” and “celebrate” within a more reserved set of social guidelines.

The emphasis on global terrorism and security have done much to implement controls over public celebrations.

 

The change might not be a bad idea. Nonetheless, New Year’s Eve should always be considered monumental.

 

In my guru years, I observe the celebrations. I watch the youth take center stage. The unknown expectations of the future still seem to remain in the hopes and dreams of youth. The masses on television still exude the exuberance of hope in front of the TV cameras.

 

Celebrations’ Considerations

 

I have switched the tiny bubbles of sweet champagne for cold bottles of rum.

 

Alas, I still believe the spirit of most celebrations usually involves a certain amount of distilled spirits.

 

Experience reminds you to be responsible and aware in your use of distilled spirits.

 

Monumental Moment

 

The New Year should always be heralded as a monumental moment to set the tone of the days to unfold. Each New Year’s Eve celebration should be a positive memory maker.

 

When my New Year’s Eve event approaches, I always see Thomas Jack and Wanda Brinkley in their New Year’s Eve attire smile in my memory and I am ready to celebrate and face The New Year.

Sam

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Links

 

New Year’s Eve

In The

United States

Time date.com

http://www.timeanddate.com/holidays/us/new-year-eve

 

His dates.com

http://www.hisdates.com/years/1961-historical-events.html

 

New Year On The Net

http://www.holidays.net/newyear/dates.htm

 

New Year’s History History.Com

http://www.history.com/topics/new-years

 

Historical Events

December 31st

History Orb

http://www.historyorb.com/events/december/31

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Flip Flop Pitchers’ Contest Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Flip Flop Pitchers’ Contest

Elyza Tanahale dashes to claim her “Flip Flop.” Ranyiel Saldana, Elyza’s cousin watches in the background and awaits his turn.

Children have a knack for finding a way to entertain themselves. When Elyza, her brothers, sisters and cousins got together New Year’s Day in Barangay Baras, Leyte in the Republic of the Philippines, they found a way to entertain themselves.

“Flip Flop” is the nickname given to sandal footwear in the Philippines. Many of the “flip flops” that children and adults wear are the basic “shower clogs” that Americans wear getting into and out of the shower.

 

My Cousin, Bill DeLong, had a reputation in the DeLong Family of being a champion horseshoe pitcher.

 

My Filipino and Filipina, nephews and nieces “flip flop” pitching is basically the idea of horseshoe pitching, which is a popular past time sport in the United States. Instead of stakes, my nephews and nieces placed an empty tin can several yards away from the starting point.

Nikon Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Links

National Horseshoe Pitchers’ Association of America

http://www.horseshoepitching.com/

 

Horseshoes Wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horseshoes

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Christmas Cash,Costs,Challenges of The Ozarks 1960s

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Christmas Cash,Costs, Challenges

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The

Ozarks’

1960s

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The Old House

Of The Ozarks

This small house beside Missouri State Highway 176 in Stone County, Missouri in The Ozarks can go unnoticed by passing motorists. This Old House served as The DeLong Family Home in the 1960s. Birthday parties, Fourth of July, Halloween Trick or Treat events,Thanksgiving Supper and Christmas Day Dinner celebrations were held in the three – room house, which had a Laundry Room built on in the 1970s. There was no inside plumbing. Uncle Joe built an Outhouse down on the hillside. While the house did not have the social comforts of some 20th Century homes in The Ozarks; it always felt like “Home” to DeLong family members, who returned to Stone County and the Missouri Ozarks anytime of the year. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

christmas-tree-logo-photo-two-thumbnail_thumb[1]Home in my childhood was “The Ozarks.”

 

The Ozarks is one of the places in the world, where myth and reality live side by side.

 

You live your life in The Real World and sometimes it seems like you look up and see a wild,white-haired Mark Twain smiling down at you with his pen in hand.

 

The heavy snows of winter fall. The scene looks like a Currier and Ives lithograph on a china plate and then you feel the “bone chilling cold” enter your body. You see your breath. You trudge out of the knee-high snow into the warmth of your home.

 

You “warm” by the large, rectangular, dark brown “Warm Morning” gas stove and realize winter in The Ozarks means Christmas is usually just days away.

 

You get a hot cup of coffee and wonder why people think The Ozarks is “permanently stuck in an 1800s Time Warp.”

 

MV5BMTUzNzE1MjY0MV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDE3MjU1MQ@@._V1._SX359_SY500_If you ever watched an episode of “The Beverly Hillbillies” you may believe the fictional characters represent “Life In The Ozarks.”

 

You would be wrong.

 

I grew up in the Ozarks and I never ate possum.

 

I have ate squirrel.

 

Uncle Hobert DeLong was a “dead on shot” with a rifle. Every time he went into the woods, he came back with a “mess of squirrels” and sometimes “a mess of rabbits.”

 

Of course, no one remembers Jed, granny and the rest of the Clampett were supposed to have been from Bugtussel, Tennessee and the characters get associated with The Missouri and Arkansas Ozarks.

 

Cartoonist Al Capp made a large fortune drawing the comic strip of Lil’ Abner for 43th years that reached 60 million readers in more than 900 American newspapers.

 

Capp’s newspaper comic strip was one of my mother’s favorites. Capp put the characters in Dogpatch, Kentucky, but as a kid everyone though if you were from The Missouri and Arkansas Ozarks, then, you must be like Lil’ Abner.

 

I never went to a Sadie Hawkin’s Day dance.

 

Dancing wasn’t allowed at Galena High School in the 1960s. It was an issue that came up with every senior class wanting a “Prom.” The Baptist and Pentecostal churches of the 1960s in Stone County were vocal in their objections and they kept the prom dance out of school.

 

I graduated in 1973 in a “Graduation Exercises” ceremony, but there was “No Prom” because the churches still didn’t allow dancing in school.

 

 

 

The Ozarks Hillbilly Stereotype

 

No matter how incorrect the “hillbilly” stereotype is about The Ozarks. Americans and foreigners seem to cling to the dumb hayseed and lazy cartoon and television stereotypes of “The Ozarks Hillbilly.”

 

The irony is that the Ozarks is pretty close to the center of the United States and it has always seemed like an “undiscovered country” to foreigners and other Americans.

 

My geographical calculations of “The Ozarks” begins from the southern city limits sign of Jefferson City to the southern city limits sign of Little Rock, Arkansas, which is what I always considered to be, “The Ozarks.”

 

Stone County, Missouri is in the southwest section of the state and borders Arkansas, which means, “reckon I grew up one of them thar’ Ozarks’ country boys.”

 

Missourians in the Ozarks joke, “If you don’t like the weather just wait 15 minutes and it will change.” There is truth to that joke. The weather doesn’t always change every 15 minutes, but in a 24-hour day, the weather can change several times in a day.

 

Pen To Paper

 

To put pen to paper and write a story about Christmas in The Ozarks, I will have to set the stage.

 

There are many famous Missourians from United States Army Generals of the Armies John Joseph “Blackjack” Pershing to “The Most Trusted Man In America” Walter Cronkite, but, usually the celebrities are known as Missourians and not necessarily, “Ozarkers.”

 

Neosho, Missouri’s Thomas Hart Benton put his brush strokes on canvas to paint pictures; I will try to paint a word picture of life in The Ozarks in the 1960s.

 

Tom Sawyer Childhood

 

Life in “The Ozarks” in Stone County, Missouri in the 1960s was like “Tom Sawyer on a tractor and in a pickup truck.” Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Midwest buckboards and stagecoaches were replaced by 18-wheelers, Greyhound and Continental Trailways buses.

 

Rose O’Neill’s Kewpie dolls could be still found in toy stores in the Ozarks. Overall, Life in southern Missouri had not changed all that much since the days of Mark Twain, Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose O’Neill.

 

The Tomato Factories” of Reeds Spring, Abesville, and Galena in the 1930s had been replaced with “The Garment Factory” in Reeds Spring and Crane and Crane had a “Casket Factory.”

 

Fasco in Springfield, Missouri employed several people from Stone County. In 1960, Silver Dollar City was just beginning operations. Branson, Missouri in 1960 was “no threat” to country music in Nashville, but, Nashville musicians would begin to head for Branson, during the 1960s. In the area of economics, “times were tough”, in Stone County and southwest Missouri in 1960.

 

Blood Out Of A Turnip

 

Every nation has an economy. Money flows around in the metropolitan and urban areas, but in rural areas the ocean of money flows into a narrow stream that sometimes becomes a dry creek bed. In Stone County, it seemed even the rocks in the creek bed were usually “bone dry.”

 

After The Great Depression and World War II, the United States economy was strengthening. In the rural areas of the Ozarks, being “poor” is still a way of life.

 

In the early 1960s, the local power companies were working hard to provide, stable and reliable electricity.

 

Stone County, Missouri had a reputation of being one of the poorest counties in The Show Me State.

 

Traditionally in Missouri, statistics reveal “Mining” is the major source of manual labor income for the state. Farming comes in second. There were caves in Stone County, but no working mines.

 

Farming is hard work. Even with good weather and the money to buy seeds, livestock and equipment, farming is a full-time job to make a living.

 

Gardening maybe a hobby; Farming is a job.

 

Grandma DeLong like to sum up an economic situation as, “I couldn’t afford to make a down payment on an old settin’ hen with all her eggs rotten.” The purpose of this country statement was to point out that someone was “financially broke.” It was a common financial phrase that you heard in The Ozarks in the 1960s.

 

By 1960s, some farmers in Stone County had had it with “life on the farm.” Some people sold their farms and moved to other states. Some people stayed on their farms, but tried to get a “public job” at Silver Dollar City.

 

When it came to money in Stone County, Missouri and The Ozarks in the 1960s “people minded their Ps and Qs” and sometimes the lack of money was described as “Trying to get blood out of a turnip.”

 

Ozarks Hills And Hollers

 

Corn and tomatoes were the big income producing crops in Stone County, Missouri in my childhood in the 1960s. There were always stories of some of the corn being used to produce “moonshine” and “white lightning.”

 

In the early 1980s, I was “home on leave” from the military and a family friend unscrewed the lid on a Mason jar and asked me if I wanted some of the clear liquid.

 

I thanked him, but decided not to drink the “white lightning.”

 

The geography of Stone County had some cliffs and bluffs in the landscape of the hills and hollers. When the soil was too rough, rocky or poor to raise any other crop, usually the farmer would sew cane and other pasture grasses.

 

Fertilize was not all that expensive, but, the amount needed to nourish the soil and get crops to grow was sometimes too big a chunk of money out of a farmer’s budget.

 

Uncle Richard had one field beside State Highway 176, that the family called, “The Cane Field” because it was too rocky and the soil too poor for any other crop. The cane was used to feed to the cattle in the winter time,

 

Spring and summer usually the crops grew well and there was plenty of pasture to feed the livestock. Farmers didn’t get rich, but they made “the ends meet.”

 

Deep Freeze

 

Winter in southwest Missouri in the 1960s was always Armageddon. Fields were buried under blankets of deep snow. The important contribution of the deep snow and cold temperatures is the weather would kill off chiggers, ticks and snakes as long as farmers burned the brush in their fields and hollers in the early falls.

 

Burning the tree leaves in the hollers that fell kept deep leave beds from filling up the hollers. In the winter time, chigger, ticks and snakes would burrow into the deep leaves to try and wait out the winter until spring.

 

Southwest Missouri’s picture postcard “snows” were efficient in freezing farm ponds, which stayed frozen unless you broke the ice with an ax for the cattle to get a drink.

 

The weight of a Black Angus, Polled Hereford, Jersey or Holstein cow would sometimes shatter the ice and a cow could drown trying to get a drink of water in the winter.

 

Later in the 1960s, someone invented a device to stick in farm ponds in the winter to keep the water from freezing.

 

The deep freeze of the Ozarks in winter would freeze trees. The weight of ice on the limbs would cause the limbs to fall and take down electric lines. If you were lucky, you would be without electricity for a day.

 

On average people usually went without electricity for two to three days usually two to three times,during winter from October through April. The worst case scenario meant you would go without electricity for one to two weeks during the winter.

 

A Country Mile

 

The strength of my childhood came from my family in the Ozarks. Momma, Grandma DeLong, Uncle Richard, Uncle Hobert, Aunt Mary, and Cousin Donna were my family in the Ozarks.

 

In Houston, Texas, I could step out in my front yard. Donna and Debbie Brinkley from the house next door only had to walk out their gate and a few feet to walk into my yard for us to play.

 

In the Ozarks, neighbors always seemed to live a country mile from your front door.

 

Thelma Thomas was my closet neighbor in 1960 and she lived about a tenth of a mile from my front door on top of a hill. Her kids were grown with families of their own.

 

The Galena School District usually included Jenkins and Wheelerville, Missouri, which was only a few miles from Crane, Missouri. And, Crane, Missouri was 10 miles from Galena.The district would extend south to almost Reeds Spring, which was about 15 miles from Galena.

 

Many of my classmates would have to do chores before catching the school bus in the morning. The bus ride for some of the kids meant they were on the school bus for two hours before they arrived at Galena Elementary or Galena High School. After school, they would spend two hours on the bus once it left the school.

 

You would see classmates in school, but the distances and the rural road conditions to their parents’ farms meant that “visits” and social interaction was almost impossible, except for possibly on the weekend.

 

Crane, Missouri was only 10 miles from Galena and we usually only went grocery shopping in Crane on Saturdays.

 

 

 

Life On Planet Earth Before Electronics”

 

Children of the 21st Century will think I grew up in The Dark Ages because there was no Internet, no facebook, no twitter, no computers, no X box, no play station and no cell phones.

 

Yes, there was “Life On Planet Earth Before Electronics.”

 

Fire had been discovered. My father always carried his Zippo cigarette lighter.

 

We didn’t have to use stone tablets and chisels because there was an archaic device called, a typewriter that used ribbons, bond paper and carbon paper that helped people put words on paper for future generations.

 

Telephones Come To Stone County

 

Telephones were being installed in homes, near Galena and Abesville, Missouri.

 

In order to have a telephone in your home if you lived near State Highway 176, you had to be willing to be on “a party line”, which meant when your phone rang, your neighbors telephone gave off a jangle sound,

 

There was one public telephone booth in Galena, Missouri. The phone booth was on the sidewalk by the US Post Office, next to Floyd’s Barber shop, which was next to Rose’s beauty shop, which was next to the Hillbilly Cafe and sat across the street from the courthouse. In 2011, that area is now a parking lot for The Stone County Judicial Center.

 

The reason why the telephone was so important in 1960 was it allowed Momma to call Daddy in Texas and he could call her from Texas. Grandma and Uncle Richard never had a telephone. DeLong and Warren family members, who lived in other states could call us and we could call them.

 

In the 21st Century, when it seems children own a cell phone as soon as they learn to speak; it may be hard to imagine the importance of a telephone in your home, but, imagine for a moment that you lived in the snow and ice of the South Pole and you were trying to make a phone call to your grandparents in the United States.

 

If your grandparents lived in a city like Houston, Atlanta, Los Angeles or New York City, it would be easy for them to place a call. But, if you lived in a remote location at the South Pole, there might not be phone lines or cell phone towers, so you might not get the phone call.

Old Missouri Spring Photo by Junior Warren1

Old Missouri Spring

This old spring is on Warren Land in Stone County, Missouri. The Ozarks area of the United States has always been difficult for “people to live off the land” because the soil is poor and rocky. If you need rain; you will get a drought. If you need sunshine;you will get a flood. Nature seems to enjoy working against farmers. Wildlife and insect pest can have a negative effect on crops. The Old Traditional Ozarks Hillbilly concept portrays citizens as dumb and lazy. The truth is an Ozarks Hillbilly is one of the smartest and hard working people, you will ever meet because they use their elbow grease and common sense to work a “Miracle” on stubborn pieces of land to earn a living and raise their families. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

 

The Miracle Of Life In The Ozarks

 

When you think of “The Ozarks” in the 1960s; you understand the word, “Miracle” is a reality.

 

The Ozarks’ lunar style geography of cliffs and bluffs, poor soil, an over abundance of rocks, moody weather, predator wildlife like wolves and coyotes as well as insect pests; it is a “Miracle” that people were able to live, earn a living, and sometimes prosper in this section of the United States.

 

When you are a child, you open your toys on Christmas Day. Underneath the Christmas Tree, you begin to play with the toys.

 

As a young man, you can find yourself trying to decide if you want to go “Home For The Holidays.”

 

As a senior citizen you can sit back with a cup of coffee or a glass of egg nog and remember the toys and the celebrations. When you look back long enough at your childhood, you really begin to understand and appreciate the sacrifices that your parents made for you.

 

At last, you can understand, the challenges, costs,hard work and the effort that your parents made to make Christmas seem like a “Magickal Holiday” that simply happens.

Sam

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Written by samwarren55

December 23, 2012 at 4:23 PM

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