In an effort to deal with this confusion, this record relies heavily on the Genealogies of Connecticut Families from the New England Historical and Genealogical Register, Vol. It seems quite probable that the son, Richard II, who inherited the tenement lands at Cholesbury, would be the father of Richard III, of Cholesbury, whose three sons migrated to Milford, Conn. John, the son of Richard I, remained on the farm at Dungrove long enough to be the the executor of his Mother's will in 1565, and as the overseer of his brother, Henry's, will dated January 2, 1599. Still there were other Baldwins, from the same area in Buckinghamshire, England, who came to Milford, Connecticut at about the same time. There was at least one other Richard Baldwin born in Milford at about the same time as the one listed above, and who was a nephew to the above Richard.
It is possible there were other Richard Baldwins in Milford at this time, but no others can be found in the records who would be anywhere close to the age of Ann Warrups. Ann Warrups resided with her Father, Chicken Warrups, at Greenfarms, between Westport and Fairfield and about 12 miles southwest of Milford.
The Indians continued to move farther inland and set up new settlements only to have white settlers follow them and either buy, or take, their lands. This couple had at least three daughters: Mary, Caroline and Rebecca, and one son, John Baldwin II. Josiah Bearce II, probably died in New Milford, Connecticut, in late 1787, at almost 67 years of age.
Before the colonial period, Connecticut had a large Indian population but most of the tribes were small, autonomous villages and not well organized into federations. The Mahican Nation, was a large group of Algonquian tribes living in the area of western Massachusetts and Vermont, and into New York as far west as the Hudson River. Being the reigning overlords of the area, the Pequots fought any group that tried to exercise any control over their newly claimed territory. Another point of confusion is the personage of Tatobam (Totobam, Tatobem) often given as another name for Sassacus. Sassacus ruled over 26 lesser sachems, some of which included the Mohegans (a subdivision of the Pequots, not to be confused with the Mahicans, from whom they had earlier descended, just east of the Hudson River), the Western Niantics, the River tribes and, at various times, some Long Island tribes. Among Woipequand's children was a daughter named Meekenump who married a Pequot War Sagamore named Oweneko.
Prior to 1631, Europeans had spent little time in the Connecticut area, other than to sail along its coast. By 1634, the Pequots had still almost no direct contact with the English but were known by them to be at war with almost every surrounding tribe, and most especially with the Narragansetts and the Dutch.
In 1634, a Captain John Stone of Virginia, who had sailed up the coast causing trouble everywhere he landed, was fined 100 pounds and banished from Massachusetts.
In July, John Gallop, while sailing his small ship by Block Island, came across Oldham's vessel crowded with Indians and no white men to be seen. In late August, Massachusetts sent John Endicott, with ninety volunteers, to Block Island to avenge the murder of Oldham. Sassacus's main village was at Pequot Harbor, (the present towns of New London and Groton, Conn.), with a second large village about seven miles east at Mystic.
The colonists were aware of the reputation the Pequots had for cruelty and knew they were in for some rough times.
Various stories are told of one Englishman, John Tilley, who was ambushed and tortured over a three day period, which included cutting off his fingers, toes, hands and feet, flaying his skin off and putting hot embers between the flesh and skin. By this time, the English were outraged by the aggressive acts of the Pequots and all three colonies agreed to unite in a war against them. Connecticut decided not to wait for the troops from the other colonies and raised an army of ninety men under Captain John Mason of Windsor. On Friday, May 19, 1637, Mason put his army on board ship and sailed east along the coast line. The next day, the ship approached Narragansett Bay, in Rhode Island, and three days later, the soldiers arrived at Miantonomoa€™s village. After the death of Wequash, his younger brother, Cushawashet, took a form of his deceased brother's name and was thereafter known as Wequashcook (Wequashcuk.) In addition, he also took on the Christian name of Harmon Garret, (Herman Garret) by which name he is most often known in the histories.
After the conquest of the Pequots, Harmon Garret (Wequashcook), was appointed by the English to be one of the two governors over the residue of this tribe. Returning now to the Pequot War, the original goal of the army had been Sassacusa€™s main village but, coming from the east, they first approached the fortress at Mystic and Mason felt they should attack rather than risk being detected by the enemy before the battle began. The undetected English army surrounded the fort and at dawn, on May 26th, they marched up the hill to begin the battle. Shortly after the battle was ended, Sassacus, with his main body of warriors, arrived on the scene. Munitions were low so Mason armed a strong rear guard to hold off the pursuing Indians and they headed for the ship. The invasion had been so unexpected and so devastating that the Pequots were completely demoralized. The Connecticut troops were allowed to return home as replacements arrived from the other colonies. To avoid being captured and killed by their Indian enemies, some of the remaining Pequots, who were still in hiding, sent messengers to Hartford to ask for leniency if they surrendered. Following the total destruction of the Pequot Nation, other New England tribes, even those which had assisted the English in this campaign, were so shocked at the total annihilation of their enemy, that many sachems, including Massasoit, sent delegations to Boston to assure the English of their friendship and to renew old treaties. Uncas, who had been the most aggressive Indian in the pursuit of his own fellow Pequots, now got his wish of becoming the Great Sachem of what was left of that people. Along the Connecticut River, and particularly in the area of present day Windsor, Hartford, Wethersfield and Middletown, were numerous, small, independent tribes referred to as the a€?River Tribesa€?.
Not wanting to alienate the English, the Mohawks would not barge into a colonista€™s home uninvited. The treatment the River Indians received from the Pequots was not much better and they were compelled to pay heavy monetary tribute to both nations or suffer severe destruction. Rather than fight, Sowheag moved his people south to Middletown, where he built a fort, or castle, on the bank overlooking the River. Early in the morning of April 23rd, 1637, a small group of Wethersfield settlers was attacked by two hundred Pequot warriors, while working in a meadow on the edge of town.
Not wanting to open up more fronts in the Indian war, the colonists left Sowheag alone until the Pequot Nation was destroyed. Friendship with the English had not proven too valuable in the past and Sowheag could not see where their offer of friendship would help much now. As time past, some Pequots began to feel that the old hostilities must have been forgotten. The only known children of Sowheag are: Montowese, Sequasson, Turramuggus, and a daughter, Sepannamaw.
In 1675, the court provided a 300 acre tract of land on the east side of the Connecticut River near Middletown, for the heirs of Sowheag and the Mattabeseck Indians. Sowheag's son, Montowese, was a Sachem of a smaller tribe, just north of the Quinnipiac tribe, who resided around New Haven Harbor.
During the Pequot War, some of the Massachusetts Colonists marched along the Connecticut shore pursuing Sassacus.
Montowese, and his wife, spent the remainder of their days farming on the small parcel of land which still bears his name. It is logical to assume that Noh-took-saet may well have been the son of Epenow, although there is no proof of it. The fact that the Aquiniuh Tribe either sent to the mainland for Noh-took-saet to come and be their Sachem, or that he came on his own to claim the title, seems to be good evidence that he was the rightful heir to the sachemship after the passing of Epenow. In 1675, Metaark was "challenged in his rights by the person called Omphannut, who claimed he was the eldest son of the deceased sachem. The above described court case, between Metaark and his brother, (most likely a half-brother) occurred less than three months after the start of the King Philip War. Over the next few years, Metaark saw the selling off of Indian lands to settlers and was quick to realize this would be devastating to the tribes.
Following the sale of their lands, the local Indians were unhappy to find themselves as tenent farmers on what had always been their own lands. This still did not satisfy the local Indians who were convinced the document was valid and not a forgery. According to Franklin Ele-wath-thum Bearce (9), Isaac Siem was a Sachem at She-co-me-co, NY., perhaps as early as the late 1600's but at least very early in the 1700a€™s. On the skeptical side one must ask: Why would the son of a Marthas Vineyard Island sachem travel all the way to She-ko-me-ko, NY to make a new home for himself?
Probably the greatest indication of a tie between Siem and Marthas Vineyard Island is in the name of his two known sons, Gideon and Joshua Mauweehu (or Mauwee).
In a list of his ancestors, Bearce also lists Noh-took-saet, although he does not say where, or how, he fits into the pedigree. It may be supposed that, after marrying a Pequot and a Mohegan, Isaac Siem spent much of his life in south-central Connecticut. Gideon Mauweehu (Mauwehu, Mauwee, Ma-hu-wee-hu, Mayhew) was first known to lead a small following of Indians on the lower Housatonic River and held land around Derby. As the English began filling up this part of the valley, Gideon first moved to Newtown and then to New Milford. In 1744, the English were again at war with the French, and the conflict was extended to this side of the ocean. Colonial laws at this time forbade the purchase of Indian lands without the authorization of the colonial government. For a short time all seemed well, with the English staying on the east side of the Housatonic and the Indians on the west. Land disputes continued between the two societies for the next five years, and in 1757 Jabez Smith was chosen overseer of the tribe. In 1764 Eunice Mauwee, daughter of Joseph Mauwee, and granddaughter of Gideon Mauweehu, was born. Gideon reached an advanced age and, after serving his people well all of his life, past away sometime before 1767, probably at Scatacook. Although the band of Scatacooks continued to dwindle and move away until by 1774 there were only sixty-two remaining in Kent, it was reported that during the Revolutionary War one hundred Scatacook warriors assisted the American army by sending military messages up and down the River by means of Indian message fires and drum beats. There is another theory, however, about the origin of Chuse's name that this author would like to propose.
Joseph was married to Ann Warrups (called the 2nd, to differentiate her from her aunt, Ann Warrups 1st, the daughter of Old Chicken Warrups.) Ann II was the daughter of Captain Thomas Chicken Warrups, who was a son of Old Chicken Warrups. Joseph and his family lived on the most amicable terms with the white settlers for forty-eight years in Chusetown, during which time more and more settlers took up residence in the area. At the time when Joseph travelled to Scatacook, the Indians in that area were poor, hungry, and sick. Not long after this Joseph Mauwee arrived at Scatacook and took up his residence in his father's tribe. The petition lists the number of males in the tribe at thirty-six, females at thirty-five, and twenty of their numbers being children of an age suitable for attending school. Sarah Mauwee, daughter of Joseph Mauwee and Ann Warrups II, was born at Chusetown (Humphreysville), Connecticut, about 1730-40. As a young woman, probably living in the Canfield home, she had a baby fathered by Oliver Canfield. There, as we watched the surf crash on the shore, we dined on spinach salads, curried shrimp and Mary, the breast of chicken. We passed by the Pacific Naval Command Center and then on into the small park and visitor center that houses the entrance to the Arizona Memorial. As I looked to the North, at the mountains not far away, I could imagine the first wave of 187 dive-bombers and then the second wave of torpedo planes appearing like an evil apparition over the nearby crests. These thoughts careened through my head as I looked at the raised nameplates of the mighty battle ships nearby. From the Arizona memorial, we boarded our buses and rode up into the hills to another peaceful military cemetery called the a€?Punchbowl.a€? Here, amidst the bucolic rows of trees, shrubs and neatly trimmed grass, lie 39,000 military men and women who saw service in the pacific theaters, in various wars of our history.
As we drove through Honolulu, the bus passed by several old churches and then by the Queen Iolani Palace. We were tiring with the long and active day so we retreated to our cabin, We opened the balcony door and sat for a time in the fresh sea air admiring the moonshine of the ocean beneath us.
On the journey down the mountain, we could espy Nihau, the a€?forbidden islanda€? about 11 miles from Kauai. We walked down to deck five and boarded the motorized tender for the short ride to the Lahaina docks.
The small basin between them is shallow and became an ideal breeding ground for the sperm whales from time immemorial. It was misting lightly as we stood outside the center and looked across the Caldera, or Volcanoa€™s mouth. It was only 12 years ago that an enormous lava flow had slid down the mountain and destroyed 189 homes and virtually the entire town of Kalapena. We traversed the volcano on a ring road watching the lunar landscape created by the sulphur and old lava flows.
From the Volcano house, we rode a brief way to the a€?Akatsuka Orchid Gardensa€? to admire the many gorgeous varieties of colorful orchids that the island produces. From the Mona Loa Nut factory, Derek drove us to the ocean shore, at the afore-mentioned site of the unfortunate town of Kalapena.
After our late morning siestas, we stopped by the deck 14 trough to ingest the appropriate caloric overload.
The waiters served up the usual five star extravaganzas as we sipped a nice bottle of Mondavi Merlot and got acquainted with this charming couple. We were now some 800 miles South of Hilo and still had another 400 miles before we reached that small speck in the Pacific labeled Christmas Island. An art auction was taking place in the wheel house lounge, so we sat through that for a time enjoying the banter of the auctioneer and the lively patter about artists a€?not yet dead.a€? Then, we watched the delightful comedy a€?Analyze That,a€? with Billy Crystal and Robert De Niro. Breakfast found us in the deck 14 Horizons court and then we sunned on the aft section of deck 12 for an hour or so before retreating to a€?Octogenarians row,a€? on covered deck 7, to read our books and enjoy the lazy motions of the ship. Even turtles get sunburned , so we packed it in and walked three miles (12 laps around deck 7) enjoying the vigor and the sweat that the walk produced.
It was another a€?formal nighta€? for dinner, so we repaired to our cabin to dress in our a€?Cinderella Clothesa€? and venture forth once again down the grand promenade on deck 7. In the dining room, Kevin and Laura shared a good Cabernet, sent by their travel agent, which we helped them enjoy. The Princess Lounge provided another interesting song and dance routine titled a€?Rhythms of the City.a€? We watched and appreciated the talent and energy these kids put forth. Just off the bow of the ship a jagged and erose peak, with a phallic shape, rose needle-nosed into the surrounding sky.
The driver pulled along the side of the road and bade us look at the ubiquitous holes all along the roadside. Near the end of the tour, the guide stopped by the most famous eatery on the island, a€?Bloody Marya€™s.a€? It is a grass roofed, sand- floored and quietly elegant restaurant made famous by James Michener and others.
We were up early to watch the Dawn Princess sail into Opunohu Bay on the North Coast of Moorea, some 130 miles Southeast of Bora Bora. We assembled in the deck 7 Vista Lounge and then walked school fashion, through the ship, to the gangway on deck 3 for boarding the shipa€™s tenders.
The pier area is a simple jetty with a stone rest room and a nearby municipal building for the gendarmes.
Along the sides of the road, our guide pointed out thin Mahogany trees, acacia, tulip, a€?lipsticka€? trees, guava, banana, teak, lice and Chinese chestnut trees along the roadside. Along the coast road, we could see the island of Tahiti rising up from the ocean, some 11 miles away. The Moorea Sheraton again has those delightful grass-hutted rondevals, with glass bottomed floors, sitting on piers looking into the bay. We descended to deck 7, saw and talked with Laura and Kevin Hanley for a bit, before returning to the cabin to read and relax before surrendering to the welcome arrival of the sand man.
We had arrived in Tahiti, a€?The Gathering Place.a€? Just the sound of the name brings up worldwide images of soft breezes, exotic women and an escape from the harsh realities of the Old World. Most of us carry visions of Tahiti in our head from the various versions of a€?Mutiny on The Bounty.a€? The film, made from a James Norman Hall novel detailing a mutiny aboard Her Majestya€™s ship a€?Bounty,a€? captained by the now famous Captain Bligh and his first mate Fletcher Christian. Whalers, merchantmen and adventurers arrived in waves bringing new world gifts like STD and the moral standards of seamen who had been afloat for a year and away from leavening strictures of women and polite society.
During the 1840a€™s, France consolidated its control of five of these small island chains into what we now call French Polynesia. Tahiti, one of the larger islands in the group, is actually comprised of two extinct volcano mounts and the slopes surrounding them. After breakfast on deck 14, a wooden a€?Le Truka€? shuttled us into the Centre De Ville, on the waterfront. Next, we came upon the two-story version of the central marketplace in Tahiti, a€?Le Marche,a€? or the market.
It was nearing noon, so we decided to stop by one of the many portable a€?Les Roulettesa€? for a snack.
We continued walking the small streets, enjoying the feel of a culture and language not our own.
We sunned for an hour, on deck 12, had a refreshing dip in the smaller spa pool and then retreated to our cabin to consider the logistics of packing for the trip home. We packed our clothes, kept some necessary toiletries and clothes for a carry on bag, and then put the bags outside the cabin for pickup.
Leonards in Aston-Clinton, near Dundridge, where he owned the 'Chapel Farm.' He married Sarah Bryan, early in 1620. Saybrook and on April 23, 1637, they attacked the plantation at Wethersfield killing nine people, including one woman and a child.
While we don't know his birthdate, he was old enough to have a daughter, Catherine, who married a German immigrant, John Rau, in 1721, and his oldest son, Gideon Mauweehu, was probably born about 1680-90.
In many instances, we hear from veterans who were actually inA a picture, or on a ship when the picture was taken.
A Hawaiian woman gave us two flowered leis and then asked for $10 contributions for the local boy and Girl Scout troops.
We walked along the world famous Waikiki beach, gazing down the beach to a€?Diamond Head.a€? The massive granite outcropping had been so named by Captain Cook, an early explorer who saw the crystallized volcanic material glinting in the noonday sun and thought the peak encrusted in diamonds. We stopped for some decent Kona coffee in the Outrigger and watched the moving tableau around us. We managed that well enough and then had coffee and croissants in the lobby area of the Tapa tower.
We were headed for the holiest of military shrines in the state, the Arizona memorial, commemorating the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7th, 1941. He told us about the a€?Hawaiian Home Program.a€? Residents of Hawaiian descent are eligible to purchase homes and receive the land for $1.
A large group of high school kids were passing the time like all kids, singing, joking and clowning around. A graceful white arch of stone, with a series of open side vents and open roof area, house two smaller enclosed marble rooms at either end. They had launched from the Akagi, Kiryu and two other carriers sailing a short 220-mile to the Northeast. We had a nice Fiume Blanc for openers, then a shrimp appetizer, crA?me of mushroom soup, pastry filled with shrimp calamari and other seafood, in a lobster sauce.
Instead of molten rock, I could see the flow of electric lava as it slid down the mountains in the dark. We read for a time and then surrendered the hypnotic sway of the ship as we drifted off into the land of the great beyond.
Our immediate impression of the islands is that it is lush and tropical, with a much smaller population (56,000) than the other isles in the chain. The driver told us humorously that in the early 1960a€™s whole families would bring picnic food and camp out nearby to watch the light change colors.
The growers, ironically, found that a€?burning the fieldsa€? lowered the molasses content in the plants and increased the sugar yield from the cane. There is a moral here someplace about pretending who you are not and the consequences of that action.
In many ways, the Hawaiians resemble Native Americans with their preoccupation with superstition, mythology and colorful sagas transmitted orally throughout the generations. We ascended, in a series of gradual switchbacks, 2,800 feet to the top of the islanda€™s extinct Wai ali ali volcano. The Sinclairs, a family of Slave traders from Massachusetts, had purchased the island from King Kamehameha in the 1830a€™s. We boarded the vessel and had a nice lunch of fish, fruit and vegetables in the deck 14 buffet.
After dinner, I was still reeling from a bad head cold, so we retreated to the room to read and retire.
These a€?tendersa€? are wholly enclosed lifeboats that are capable of ocean sailing in an emergency. They spawn here from December through April and then in May, begin their swim up to the Aleutian Island chain. We walked the paved ocean path, along the beach, enjoying the swaying palms, the flowering hibiscus, the neatly manicured lawns of the huge hotels and the general aura of opulence. We met and talked with Marty and Tom Bleckstein, who live on Maui and were aboard for the cruise to Tahiti.
Jon was our waiter again this evening and we exchanged a a€?Magandang Gabia€? (good evening) and a€?Mabuti, salamata€? (I am fine, Thanks) in Tagalog. It was cloudy and warm, with the promise of rain, something that happens often on this side of the island. Great white swaths of dried calcium and super heated sulphur remained from the flows of heated magma.(magma below ground, lava above) As the mist and rain seeped into the ground, steam rose as the water hit heated rock below. The fiery lava seeped into the ocean and created super heated mists that explodes the rocks and created the black sand beaches that we were to see in a few hours. We were stopping at the a€?Thurston Lava Tube.a€? The 360 yard, ten foot high tunnel had been carved out by heated lava.
In a few hundred years, this newest portion of Hawaii will be a tropical beach and palm grove.
We had a glass of the Merlot in the cabin as I wrote up my notes and we settled in to relax for a bit. As we watched the big island settle into the Horizon, we met and talked again with Tom Bleckstein. The sky was studded with gray clouds, the air was warm and a brisk trade wind was quartering us from the northeast.
Proper dress was required, so we cleaned up some and venture in to this now familiar place of gustatory titillation. It is every bit as funny as a€?Analyze this.a€? The really is a wealth of things to do shipboard if you seek them out. This was the a€?island tour.a€? We never did find Captain Cooka€™s Hotel or any other commercial establishment for that matter.
We enjoyed Lobster appetizers, pea and onion crA?me soup, filet of Halibut in peppercorn sauce and Macadamia nut ice cream, all accompanied by a Mondavi Merlot and good coffee.
These kids might not be on Broadway, but they gave 150% in energy and we enjoyed their performances. We enjoyed the film and then made our way to deck 12 for Hagendaaz ice cream floats topside. It was a€?Italian Nighta€? in the Florentine room and we were looking forward to the gustatory experience.
This introduced crab and melon ball appetizers, a Greek Salad, Norwegian trout for me, all followed by an Austrian Sacher Torte and good coffee.
The Palm trees and the vegetation here are lush and green, a result of the 74 inches of annual rainfall.
It is a collection of those lovely, small grass-roofed huts that sit out on piers right over the ocean. The crabs are apparently nocturnal creatures and come forth at night o feed on the fallen fruit of the many trees I had noticed. These were provided by the government, at a cost of $2,000, to any of the islanders whose homes are destroyed by the various hurricanes that sweep over the island. A large wooden gargoyle sits in front of the restaurant, near a wooden sign carved with the names of all of the a€?famousa€? people who had dined here.
Shrimp cocktails, lentil soup, Alaskan crab legs and a wonderful black forest cake made for an elegant and relaxing repast. Several tents had been put up by local vendors hawking jewelry and Moorean arts and crafts.
The deep blue of the far ocean, azure sky, studded with white puffy clouds, all accented the deep emerald of the lush vegetation on the island. These are limestone temple sites where yearly the islanders had sacrificed humans in a ritual to please the great god Oro. The 4-masted Windjammer and the Paul Gauguin were sitting at anchor in turquoise Opunohu bay, the palm trees were swaying in the breeze, against the brilliant backdrop of multi hued sapphire sea, azure sky and emerald hills. A large car ferry and a smaller and swifter catamaran ferry made regular, daily trips to nearby Tahiti. The heat and humidity were intense, so we decided to hop the tender for the air-conditioned comfort of the Dawn Princess, sitting placidly at anchor in the bay.
Even a dip in the small pool couldna€™t revive us, so we headed to the cabin for a 2-hour nap. English Captain James Cook and French explorer Captain Louis Bouganville had first discovered these a€?Society Islandsa€? in the 1760a€™s. The backdrop images in the film are mostly taken from the lovely islands of Moorea and Bora Bora.
The Protestant missionaries had come in the early 1800a€™s and banished most native cultural practices, including ritual sacrifice of humans.
Mount Orohena, at 6,700 feet, dominates the larger chunk of the island (Tahiti Nui) Mount Aurai, at 6,200 feet sits on most of the smaller portion of Tahiti (Tahiti a€“Iti). A small tourist pavilion, adjacent to a newly constructed town square, dominates the waterfront here. The offer of $120 for a cab ride, with a driver who knew little English, didna€™t seem too enticing to us. The traffic is heavy and runs in twin ribbons of moving steel separating the town and the ocean. The first floor of this open-air barn is filled with food vendors selling everything from fruits to fish and any number of sundries.
We dodged the speedy traffic and visited another elegant Joualerie where we found a beautiful set of black pearl earrings to match the necklace pearl we had just purchased. A small bronze bust of Louis Bouganville commemorates this eminent French explorer after whom had been named the colorful tropical flower a€?Bouganvillea.a€? We sat for a time in the shade and enjoyed the lush tropical foliage, the colorful flowers and the heat of a tropical isle and each othera€™s company. The next chore was to find a€?le box postal.a€? It isna€™t like our cities, where you can find a blue, US mailbox on every corner. We walked back to the waterfront and caught a shuttle for the 15-minute ride to the commercial end of the port and the welcome air-conditioned bubble of the Dawn Princess. Goodwin were appointed to resolve all differences and to demand that he turn over the Pequot murderers he was harboring.
The Northwest and later, the Pacific Ocean were clouded from view as a massive front roared beneath us. Tiring, we headed back to the room to read, make some notes and surrender to the Hawaiian night. The a€?Don Hoa€? style preacher had everyone singing God Bless America and other group songs. A list of the sailors and marines lost that day, in raise metal etchings, adorns one wall, with a plaque and several American and military flags.
The sight of an entire fleet of attacking planes, on a warm Sunday morning, must have been surreal as the angry wasps spit fire and lead into the row of battleships at anchor. In the words of a prescient Japanese Admiral, with their surprise attack, they a€?had awoken a sleeping giant and filled it with a terrible resolve.a€? The conflict wasna€™t to end for four long years. The bus took us to a virtual a€?sea of luggagea€? and calmly suggested we a€?identify oursa€? for processing. Diamond Head, Waikiki beach and the other recognizable features of Oahu blended into the Ocean dark. The informative bus driver gave us a running narration of the fauna and flora of the island as well as a cultural overlay that we found interesting.
I dona€™t know how true the story is, but it gave insight into the islanders endearing trait of not taking themselves too seriously. The stone foundations of a a€?Russian Forta€? gave rise to another tale of Colonial treachery and Hawaiian retribution, swift and sudden. It was a beautiful day and we decided to walk from the port area to the nearby Sheraton hotel and beach area. We sipped some passable Cabernet as the erose skyline of Nawiliwili harbor and Kauai faded into the setting sun. They can seat almost 90 people and are a bit removed from the old a€?lifeboatsa€? that ships used to carry. One can only speculate at all of the events, legal and foul, that must have transpired under its shelter. Whale blubber and whale oil fueled the lamps of Europe and America during the 1800a€™s, until the advent of mass production of electricity. We had enjoyed this low-key, unhurried look at Maui, without the hustle and commotion of a guided tour.
His grasp of plate tectonics, the mechanics of volcanic eruption and a score of other disciplines, involving agriculture, local flora and fauna and marine biology were not just superficially acquired. The actual volcano mouth was surrounded by succeedingly larger depressions that extended out further.


The lava had the consistency of brittle tar that had frozen in wildly flowing waves of super heated rock.
When the surface of a lava flow starts to cool, the molten lava often is still flowing beneath the surface. We had a leisurely breakfast on the balcony, watching the white caps of the blue sea swell and flow around the big shipa€™s wake. We had brought our books with us and sat outside, on lounge chairs on the covered promenade deck. Four photographers were busy taking pictures of passengers in their tuxedos and evening wear. We breakfasted in the deck 14 Horizons Court and then sunned on the aft fantail of deck 12, enjoying the leisurely time to read, try a cooling dip in the small pool and generally laze about the deck. After the movie, I sent some e-mails into cyber space enjoying the novelty of transmitting from the middle of the ocean via satellite, something that would have been near impossible only a few years before.
The performance was blocked some by clouds, but we watched it eagerly enjoying the light play of sun on water and sky as the day turned into night at sea in its daily magical performance.
We smiled at the co-incidence and enjoyed another meal with these charming young people from London. Even better, across the bay at a now abandoned similar anchorage, the area had been named Paris.
After the show, Mary and I wandered topside to look at the full array of celestial beacons that adorned the heavens. Even the name conjured up visions of Polynesians in outrigger war canoes with the sound of drums resonating in the humid air.
I dona€™t usually like lounge singers, but this engaging performer gave convincing renditions of Neil Diamond, Frank Sinatra, Paul Anka, Elvis Presley and a bevy of others, in a toe-tapping medley that left you smiling. W returned to our cabin to read (a€?Backspina€? Harlan Coben ), write up my notes and retire. The bay in which we were anchored, and most of the visible island, once were ensconced firmly in the center on an ancient caldera of a volcano that had risen some 13,000 feet into the Polynesian sky.
The sturdy vehicles were clean and comfortable with seat pads, not anywhere near as Spartan as the guides had warned us.
We drove by and admired Papaya, Banana, coconut and the famous breadfruit trees for which the HMS Bounty had come to the Society Island looking in the 1800a€™s.
The tab was a respectable $500-$800 a night for those fortunate enough to be able to stay there. Tongue in cheek, the guide explained that, like most social programs the program has those who used it unfairly.
French is spoken on the island exclusively and French Polynesian Francs the currency of choice.. Rotui was already peaking out from the gray wisps of cloudy garlands capping its erose peak. The 53 square mile island, shaped like a butterfly, is a popular destination for upscale tourism. It had rained heavily a few hours before and the small rain puddles made the walk through the open field interesting. The a€?lipsticka€? tree had small fuzzy buds that when rubbed on lips or fingers had the same effect as rouge.
Small bushes, with thin and wiry leaves, are carefully tended by laborers and then harvested for their sweet fruit.
All high school students have to commute daily to Tahiti as well as many workers who commute daily. Then, Lobsters tails and a light parfait, all washed down with a Mondavi Merlot and decent coffee completed this wonderful dinner. We could watch half a dozen freighters lading cargo, the men and forklifts scurrying here and there, noisy and busy at work.
The accounts they brought back electrified Europe enticing artists like Gauguin and adventurers of every type. The missionarya€™s razed the several Marae (sacrificial altars) and brought the European version of a straight-laced version of an unforgiving deity.
A few hundred yards over sits the huge Ferry dock for the daily shuttles to Moorea, visible on the horizon, just 11 miles Northeast of Tahiti. The Tahitians are religious about stopping for pedestrians crossing the street, but it is still proved to be an adventure.
We then walked down the main gallery of deck 7 and had some coffee in the small lounge outside of the restaurants.
Neon signs from the honk tonk clubs a€?Broadway,a€? a€?Manhattana€? and others vied for the club trade.
48: a€?Whoever receives this child in my name receives me, and whoever receives me receives him who sent me.
We look forward to hearingA from you and know others will appreciate your input on our country's history and your place in it both yesterday and today.
Nieman Marcus, Nordstroma€™s, Macya€™s and many other toney shopping meccas lined the streets of the main boulevard. We also found out later that the sand had been imported from Australia due to a lack of white sand locally. You always think it will evaporate like some ephemeral bubble that will just go a€?popa€? and disappear. A small park area looked out across the channel to Ford Island, where the graceful white arch of the monument sat atop the sunken remains of the Battleship USS Arizona. The rugged green mountains that split the island were just to the North of us, with gray garlands of fluffy clouds drifting across them.
The channel from Ford Island to Oahu is narrow and an entire fleet of ships was berthed here. It was like an Arabian bazaar trying to search for our two black bags amidst a sea of hundreds of others. Ozzie Nelson was paging me and we returned to the stateroom for a long afternoon nap, my favorite activity in the tropics. It was to be the first of twelve such meals that would impress us greatly and expand us measurably. The bus passed through Poi Pu, with its alley of mahogany and Eucalyptus trees that met overhead. Some small shops and restaurants are clustered nearby, but the real attraction if the golden beach and the bright blue ocean. We had enjoyed our visit to the island, though we thought that a goodly supply of books would be needed for an extended stay here.
Radiating outward are collections of small commercial shops, hawking the usual tourist wares, and several streets of small, neat homes. It is a modern, tri-level shopping court of high priced shops like Versace, Ferragamo, Tiffany and Gucci. The Marriott, Sheraton, Hyatt and Maui Ocean Shores are beautiful in their landscaped elegance. It gave us a softer look at a place that deserves to be further explored on another occasion. It is these incidental meetings shipboard, either at dinner or casually, that much enhance the entire experience. When you think of lava exploding all the way up through 31,000 feet of mountain, that makes for a degree of physical force that is hard for me to grasp. It was fascinating for me to look at this cone and realize that enough volcanic material had erupted from this aperture to create 4,000 sq. Off to the Southeast, visitors were warned from walking because the sulphur fumes could be toxic.
The top layer of the flow had that crystalline diamond effect as the molten surface rock cooled and crystallized.
Our fellow park bears were munching at the sample a€?buffet linea€? like people who hadna€™t just consumed 1200 calories at the Volcano House.
It was geriatrics row, god bless them for the gumption to be still traveling at an advanced age.
Tonight was the first a€?formal dinnera€? in the Florentine room and we wanted to be alert and enjoy the affair.
It is a life speed gear that I am not much familiar with, but would like to experience more of it. It was a€?French Night.a€? I had escargot, French Onion Soup, Orange roughie and an apple tart with ice cream for desert. We returned to our cabin to shower and prep for dinner, much appreciating the splendor of our surroundings in juxtaposition to those available on Christmas Island. The Mondavi Merlot led us into squid and shrimp appetizers, Zuppa minestrone, swordfish griglia and then finally a delicate Tiremisu with good coffee. It had been a long day in which we had witnessed the span of events from first light to twinkling evening. We met Kevin and Laura Hanley in the deck 5 lounge, had coffee and got better acquainted, before entering the Florentine Room for another wonderful experience. The erose, emerald remains of an ancient volcano rose up in front of us, cloud shrouded, mysterious and tolkienesque in the early morning sun. I had recognized the craggy skyline from a modern painting by an Italian artist named Freshcetti, I think. When Brigitte Bardot, the French actress, had visited the islands, she took up their cause. Almost instantly, a small army of these crabs crawled forth from their burrows and began dragging the fruit and peels back into their holes. The Bora Borans called these homes, the French equivalent of a€?re-election homesa€? for the propensity of mayors to award these homes to certain favored islanders during re-election years. We cooled off from the sun and then decided to walk the roads for a bit to see what local culture we could absorb.
For reasons, unknown to me, the sun sets earlier here, by some 45 minutes, than in the Northern climes.
We walked topside to once again admire the stars emblazoned across the inky night of these former Society Island in French Polynesia, glad that we were here and together.
A dozen or so of the huge, air-conditioned land cruisers were waiting their aging cargos for the daya€™s tours. Many of the island women wore it in place of costlier lipstick, hence the name of the tree. These sacrifices are laced through the Hawaiian legends as part of the reason the ancient Hawaiians had fled the harsher culture of Bora Bora and Moorea.
This island is the most beautiful in the chain and the one we would most like to return to. That was something we will long remember during the cold and snowy Winters of our home in the frosty northern climes. Then, we stood nearby eating our sandwiches under the protective shade of a large Monkey pod tree. Colorful cotton sarongs, flowered garlands and other bright pastels adorned these handsome people. We had agreed to have dinner with Jazz and Janice, from London, this evening and met them in the lounge. The river of cars left a trail of red taillights flashing in the dark, as they rounded the bend towards the air port. The central region was occupied by a large number of small individual tribes referred to as the River Tribes (sometimes called Mattabesecks, because that was the name of the most dominant subtribe.) The Housatonic River Tribes (as described in Chapter 12) lived in the western part of Connecticut.
We checked in at Continental Airlines and then went through the security screens to gate #22 to await our flight eastward, to Newark airport in New Jersey. Over 1,200 men were still entombed in the sunken wreck and the site was treated respectfully as a burial ground. Missouri, a€?Mighty Mo.a€? She and the submarine a€?Blowfina€? are anchored just around a bend in the lagoon and are available for boarding and viewing to the public. The driver noted several times the 1893 takeover of the Hawaiian republic by British and American military. Nihau still lies in the hands of Mrs.a€™ Sinclaira€™s grandsons, the Gay and Robinson Company, who also own about one third of Kauai. We sat for a time under a shade tree and watched the ocean crash against the shore on a golden day in Kauai. When the waves are choppy, the boat can rise and sink several feel, in an instant, making getting on and off interesting, especially for the older folks on board. We browsed some shops for a bit and then hopped a cab to nearby a€?Whalera€™s Villagea€? on Ka'anapali beach. We stopped at the Marriott for coffee on the ocean and watched the comings and goings of the many vacationers. It looked like Dantea€™s version of the nether regions and it held us spell bound at the raw power and energy contained in the process.
The super heated gases, just above the molten rock, further molded and carved the area until a fairly smooth rock tunnel is created through which the lava can flow like tooth paste through a tube.
We enjoyed the sea, sky and harsh lava for a time and then set off back across the fractured flow for our bus. We wished them a good evening and returned to our cabin to read and finish yet another lazy and enjoyable day at sea. I wondered at the ancient mariners who had sailed these lonely seas for thousands of years using these same beacons as their maps. Dawn Princess had crossed the equator several hours before, so we were watching our first sunrise on the Pacific Ocean and in the Southern Hemisphere.
We were even treated to the fabled a€?green flasha€? as the sun sank beneath the waves and hissed as it hit the cool waters.
I can die happily now, I have had everything wonderful that I ever wanted to eat on this cruise. We had enjoyed the day and each other to the fullest, in the South Pacific, enroute to Bora Bora and Tahiti. We had breakfast on the balcony and enjoyed the sea air, the azure blue sky and the rolling, royal blue waves around us, We were steaming south at 19 knots and fast approaching Polynesia. In the old days I think they used to throw first time crossers over board for the novelty of the rite. We would pay for these extravaganzas with a few zillion hours in the health club for the next few months. From the high deck of the Dawn Princess, it looked like we were entering one of those mysterious isles that you see in King Kong or Jurassic Park.
This particular erose formation had probably fed the imagination of a thousand painters and artists over the centuries. Bora Bora has several large and very posh hotels that cater to the carriage trade form all over. The women vendors gave demonstrations of how they dyed the colorful garments in a process similar to a€?Batika€? in the Caribbean.. The homes looked prosperous enough, with their stucco walls and tin roofs, used to catch the rainwater. Then we retired to our cabin to read for a time and fall into the arms of Morpheus at sea off Bora Bora.
The temple area had fallen into disrepair, but a small grass-roofed hut and some printed information boards filled in the blanks. We had just last year seen a Gauguin collection at New Yorka€™s Metropolitan Museum and yet another small collection at the Art Gallery of Toronto. The second floor is filled with scores of small vendors peddling what we lovingly called a€?Le Jonk.a€? Sarongs, bead necklaces, carved figures of marine life, Tahitian gods and all manner of jewelry, tee shirts and other sundries, that gladden a shoppera€™s heart, are on display.
They share that warm and gracious charm that we had experienced and enjoyed from their Hawaiian cousins. It is a custom we had much enjoyed in Paris and Firenze, walking about a crowded square with a sandwich and bottle of water, enjoying your busy surroundings. We watched for a time, admiring the pomp of the ceremony, whatever it was.a€? a€?Department de Francea€? shined out from a brass plaque on the lanai wall.
We watched the huge car ferry and the smaller catamaran from Moorea glide by our ship for their mooring across the bay.
Speaker Ryan stated, "As you know, this declaration comes about as the result of an oversight deadline set by Congress."Sec. The surreal experience ended gradually as the tender ferried us back to the reception center. The natives, in relating the destruction of the monarchy have that mildly pissed off attitude that you hear when native Americans talk about how their lands were stolen from them. Then we walked them through a line to run them through a huge x-ray scanner for transport to the ship.
The hunger monster was calling so we ventured forth to the buffet lunch on deck 14, The Horizon court. It freed you from the fear of being stuck with morons and cretins for dinner during the entire cruise, an experience we had already suffered thorough on an earlier cruise. It was to be a medley of nationalities that had me speaking Polish, Tagalog, Spanish, French, Italian and mumbling bits of Rumanian and Hungarian. Here, the wave erosion had formed several a€?blow holesa€? where the seawater exploded from fissures in the rocks as each wave crashed upon them. Hard drinking, hard living and men who had been at sea for a year had their effect on the local populace both in terms of quality of life and gene pool additions.
We browsed the shops for a time and then discovered a small whaling museum on the second level. Inside are displays explaining measurement of earthquakes, pre volcanic expansion and scores of other details relating to volcanoes.
Grasses and scrub trees had already started to cover the rock, attesting to its rich mineral content. We walked the damp tunnel and were mindful of the heat and energy that had created this natural wonder.
The lunch was middling to poor, a€?slop the hogsa€? variety, and the place was crowded to the gunnels with tourists from everywhere. We didna€™t want to waste the lethargy so we repaired to our cabin for a delicious one-hour conversation with Mr.
A humorous Hungarian waiter gave a knowledgeable and entertaining lesson on appreciating and purchasing Pinot Grigio, Fiume Blanc, Shiraz, a Mondavi coastal Merlot and Korbel champagne.
We put aside our glass slippers and magical robes and surrendered to the sandman, happy to be here and with each other, someplace at sea in the vast pacific. The Dawn Princess proceeded South at a brisk 19 knot pace and we could espy nothing around us except for sky, wind and wave. The dining experience was delicious and consistent with the other elegant repasts we had enjoyed aboard the Dawn Princess.
They must have gazed in wonder, even as we now did, at the full array of twinkling beauty that we now admired. We saw and talked to Kevin and Laura Hanley, a couple from Maywood New Jersey, whom we had met on the ship. I would never have thought of myself on a cruise like this, growing up in a working class section of Buffalo, New York. But, it is worth it three-fold for the pleasure that we experienced in this 5 star dining emporium. The scent, on the ocean breeze, was pregnant with the healthy rot of tropical jungle just tweaking our nostrils. The Southern Hemisphere star show rose on the horizon and we looked up at these strange constellations for a time before heading back to our cabin to shower and prepare for dinner.
English seems to be spoken by workers in the tourist industry, but is neither known nor spoken by most of the populace. We were confirmed admirera€™s of this artista€™s brilliantly colored renditions of Tahiti and her people.
We browsed the shops, bought some bead necklaces for a few of the kids at home and enjoyed the color and commerce of a real market place. On the grounds of L'hotel de ville sits a large open-aired hut with a brown grass roof upon the large structure. Amy (Amey) Oviatt (who was born 10 Feb 1667 as the dau of Thomas Oviatt and Frances Bryan.) Richard was a cordwainer (shoe maker).
You can still see the large circular bases of the massive gun turrets rising just above the surface. The Arizona, the West Virginia, the Oklahoma and the California all were caught in the initial barrage and either exploded or sunk. But the memories have followed me home from that haunting place in the beautiful Hawaiian sun. Maybe they too will discover the notion of gambling casinos and how they can fleece their lands back from us someday.
We had a nice medley of shrimp, salmon and fruit for lunch as we took stock of our surroundings. First though, we headed for the Vista Lounge on deck 7 with our large orange life jackets for the mandatory lifeboat drill.
If you were topside, you were at the furthest end of the pendulum and felt the full range of the sway.
This particular formation was called the a€?spouting horna€? for the noise and spray that exploded from it. Harpoons, scrimshaw (carved whale bone) abounded in small exhibits that told you everything you would ever want to know about whale blubber, whaling and the industry that surrounded it. Golf courses, shopping, trendy restaurants and the finest white sand, that California could supply, make Ka€™anapali beach a comfortable and elegant escape from the everyday grind. Kilauea about 11 miles from and below us, but it was too difficult to get us safely near enough to view the phenomenon. At the other end of the tunnel, we ascended a few sets of stairs and the hiked through the dense tropical rain forest to our bus, admiring the many varieties of plants and flowers everywhere around us. We finished quickly, browsed the cheap souvenir shops and then did a a€?Chevy Chasea€? outside looking at the scenery, before boarding the land cruiser to continue the tour.
We chatted with Marty Bleckstein, the photographer from Maui, as we watched this spectacle and enjoyed her company. We read for a bit before drifting off to the roll of the ship-plowing forward, ever forward, to our exotic destination.
It apparently has great medicinal effects but had a malodorous side effect that wrinkles the nose.
The traffic was both swift and steady as we walked the roads with their too narrow shoulders. Reportedly, the islander who owns the land you walk across to get there, charges a $2 levy on anyone crossing his land, capitalism in the tropics. Moorea is a gorgeous arboretum and botanical gardens that is a pleasure just to ride through and enjoy. We had also hoped to see the spectacular black sand beach and lighthouse at Point Venus, the Vaima Pearl Center and a few of the waterfalls cascading from Mt. 1st Hannah Bruen 3 (30) Oct 1663, daughter of Obadiah Bruen [and a niece to his step-mother, Mary (Marie) Bruen. The few who participated in the war usually did so on the side of the English, against their own people. Most of the rest of the ship is an indefinite mass that lies below, a sepulcher to those who went down with her. Lastly, we walked through yet another line to pick up our cruise credentials and be scanned and have our carry ons searched yet again before walking up the gangway to the ship. This ship was to be at sea for twelve days in stretches of the Pacific where even the birds didna€™t fly. We watched for a time as the frothy turquoise sea crashed upon the eroded black lava formation. I sent some e-mails into cyber space from the 12th floor business center and Mary did some laundry in a small area near our room.
The surfers, divers and swimmers enjoyed their recreation while the sunbathers reveled in the warm hot Hawaiian sun. The fissure here were more brittle, like shattered pottery in a huge black piles of hardened tar.
We all posed for various pictures and decided to join each other for dinner in the Florentine room. We then sunned on the aft section of deck 11, enjoying the steaming morning sun on our bodies. The natives say that as a reminder, the soldiers had left behind 100 children of mixed parentage. The guide pointed out that all islanders who pass on are buried under small, roofed tombs in their front yards. Small clumps of people would stand and talk animatedly under the shade of a tree or that of a buildinga€™s awning. A filet of salmon and baked Alaska for desert was all washed down with some decent cabernet. I also want to thank the Knights of Columbus and all those organizations and leaders around the world who have spoken out on this. An armor-piercing bomb, from a Japanese dive-bomber, had pierced her forward magazine.The ship virtually exploded and sank in minutes on that fiery Sunday morning 62 years ago. We all paid attention to the crews explanation in the proper use of the jackets and tenders should an emergency arise. We were tongue in cheek cautioned about removing lava samples, because Pele would bring us bad luck. Luckily for us, the rains had stopped for a few minutes to allow us this walk through the lava. It is these chance encounters with people from everywhere that make the cruise experience so enjoyable. I can now empathize with turtles and crocodiles for the languid pleasure of basking in the warm sun.
They were an improbable pair that had been married for 26 years and they got along famously.
It was nearing the end of the steamy summer season here (Dec.-April) The Spring season is reportedly much cooler. They waved shyly back at us and returned our greeting with a soft a€?bonjoura€? before scurrying away. It had a walker, with a red line though it, apparently warning people from walking across lava that had not yet cooled and risk being burned alive.
A refreshing dip in the small pool, in the health spa, felt wonderfully cooling after the 88-degree heat. We enjoyed chatting with the London kids this last time and were pleased that we had met them. Burning oil, smoke, noise and confusion reigned for several hours that day until the attack ended. I was enduring a bad head cold or I would have tried to mitigate the caloric onslaught as well.
This light wine immediately took on a much fruitier and fuller taste to some chemical transfer or other. We didna€™t think it odd to see the well-tended graves in the front yards of the prosperous looking homes. The local school had let out for lunch and the kids were walking the roads like kids everywhere.
They had an early flight out tomorrow morning and a lay over in Los Angeles, before the long flight back to Heathrow in London. A a€?But now that our government is recognizing this crisis, it needs to do more to stop it.
We had shared the experience with Lynn and her father Peter from London and two Torontonians, Judy and Paul. We also neither saw nor encountered beggars or pan handlers of any kind during our stay on the island. I had this wonderful sermon today on resurrection but I am changing it due to something in this morninga€™s paper.
Inside, several bars and galleries led to the central three story, open well that extends from deck 5 to deck 8. A huge waterfall, far in the distance, gave testimony to the force of the winds this high up.
The shipa€™s two formal restaurants, several boutiques, the casino and other small cafes all opened off of this central court.
It is resplendent in gleaming glass and shining brass with marble staircases and open glass elevators. We did our a€?Chevy Chasea€? and appreciated the beauty of the a€?Grand Canyon of the Pacifica€? as Mark Twain had once called it. Our daughter who is also in the Army was in special training for 3 A? months and Oma and I took care of Alan at our home.
At the local daycare, Alan met his friend Noah and they played together for the duration of this time. A A NATO planes need to rain hell-fire bombs on all training facilities without warning and more boots-on-the-ground then first wave Navy Seals are necessary to hunt these fanatics as they surface from the holes in the ground they crawled into. A A Real War Photos.A story of Labor Day weekend 1967 at Fort Wainwright and friendships made long ago. Donations can be sent to any PNC bank location in Pennsylvania directed to the Noah Staley Trust Fund. This cancer is so rare that only about 100 people in the US have ever been diagnosed with this.


We used field showers which were 55 gallon drums of water on top of a scaffold looking contraption.
Heated by a gasoline heater that provided cold water or scalding water with no middle settings. I am asking all of my readers, please pray to our Lord for his healing, that his parents get the much needed monies, and that everyonea€™s faith shall increase as they see the Glory of God do a miracle. Showers were never long.A After two weeks the troops were tiring of the lack of alcohol and the companionship of the native girls at the bars in Fairbanks. I'm sure having troops restricted to base made that generous decision easier for the brass to make.A Friday afternoon, Robert Carleton walked over to my bunk and laid out a plan. A Carleton actually looked like Jim Carrey, black hair and dark eyes and an eternal, almost goofy grin.
He proposed that him, Merle Archie and I should slip off post after dark and make our way to Pauline's bar to check out the chicks and sample Pauline's legendary drinks.
Help me boldly claim my full capacity for your use.a€? ------------- Donna Givlera€”quoting Katie Brazelton of Saddleback Church in her devotional book titled a€?Praying for Purpose, for Womena€?. His idea of excitement was watching me and Schwering swill contraband Bacardi while listening to Peter Paul and Mary on his record player.
Arch was incredibly bright and we had become close friends, having shared one of the partitioned areas in the barracks.
Anyway, Arch looked at Carleton through his triple thick glasses and exclaimed, "Are you F'n nuts? Everyone who lives in me and believes in me will never die.a€?1 Corinthians Chapter 15, vs. 42: Our earthly bodies are planted in the ground when we die, but they will be raised to live forever. 27: For you will not leave my soul among the dead or allow your Holy one to rot in the grave.
2: The leaders were very disturbed that Peter and John were teaching the people that through Jesus there was a resurrection of the dead. 11: I want to suffer with him, sharing in his death, so that one way or the other I will experience the resurrection from the dead. It proved that he was God and that He had power even over His own death and Satana€™s dominion. We stepped into the night after 4 or 5 minutes of careful planning without a thought about consequences or the fact that we had no idea where Pauline's actually was.A We walked the muddy mile down past the motor pool to the fence at post's edge, 8 feet high topped with barb wire. God can resurrect our lives, our dreams, and our visions if we ask him to or if it is His will for us.
Carleton had one small mishap, probably took 5 stitches, but as I told him he'll always have that scar on his ass to brag about. If we have a dream or vision and we lose sight of it we can gain our sight back if we ask Him in prayer. The plan was to follow perimeter road until the left corner, ducking the MP jeeps on patrol. Turn right then a short hike cross country until we found the paved road Pauline's was supposed be on. She continued her life style and left her son with babysitters while she partied and enjoyed life (she thought). One day, depressed of how her life was going, she drove past our church and stopped in on a whim. A half hour later Carleton yelled "Keep moving I see a light!" We made the light and it was right beside the highway.
We sponsored her that Christmas and had much joy running around buying her son Jared presents.
Over the next two years we connected a couple more times and gave her encouragement when we seen her. Not a slow pace but a good long march carrying full gear pace, whistling, shouting cadence counts, telling lies and laughing. Last year we gave her a gift card for a restaurant so that she and Jared could have a nice meal out together. Carleton let out a yelp and took off running and I was just a step behind him.A A small dirt parking lot then a weathered log cabin, stoop shouldered and tired looking, appeared out of the fog as we got closer.
She now has a good full time job with benefits, her son is doing fantastic in school, and she is looking exceptionally healthy and emotionally stable now.
For she took the courage in her slow death of life and laid all her hope at the foot of the cross. He looked at me and pushed the door open.A Cigarette smoke filled the small dim room, an overhead light reflected in the mirror behind the small bar. I stood at the left end Carleton was next to me then 3 guys who looked pretty much the same.
My wife and I thank God that he let us participate, even if it was very little, in her re-birth.
One occupied.A i»?i»?A A short woman, 50ish, walked out of the back, a little puffy, reddish hair, eyebrows arched on in a ruddy shade. Shortly after the dream, we were visiting YWAM in Lebanon and they were showing us their prayer tent that they use in Lancaster and Cape Cod. She walked over to me, her eyes were the bluest I'd ever seen; something sparkled on her earlobe. This was with the hope that someone would step up to the plate and donate a space to erect it. Actually you're supposed to have an incredible selection of the best drinks a soldier, er, I mean a person can find this far north. However, recently the pastors of the Gathering Place (a project to help people with Aids) asked us to help bring CAP some clothes this winter.
Just open your mouth and ask.a€?A a€?Even though your promise may be postdated, remember whose signature is on the checka€? Pastor Pop-Pop 11-8--09. What started out as something to just help pastor my children, has turned into something that may be helping lots of people. According to Yahoo my host, I have an average of 50 hits a week on the Pastor Pop Pop site. Two double sized shot glasses hit the well-worn wooden bar, filled in a smooth, much experienced motion. This weekend at a prayer tent at a local flea market, I seen a leg grow that was shorter than the other one. Every week from now on there will be two tabs to the right of the Home Page that will be new. A a€?Holy Shit!a€? Carleton whispered to me.A Midnight sounded on the wind up grandfather clock by the door. We will address both today and you may click on the Tab in future weeks to experience the Altar Call again. A Christian artist once said that when she was in another country and away from her Church, she would sit and pray alone and have communion by herself to remind her of her faith.
That inspired my wife and me to do it occasionally by ourselves and with some of our Amish friends.
It can be about your body, mind, soul, family, friends, healing needed, finances, challenges, or anything that you wish. Carleton was new best friends with the funny talking bearded guy and I was too hammered to move. The fog was still dense, we hadn't really considered the fact that 12 miles out is 12 miles back. Turn away from your former self, study in the Word (the Bible) and find yourself a good Christian Church that will support you and help you grow in your faith.
The Son being Jesus Christ who died on the cross at Calvary and shed his blood for our sins. A About a half hour later we were sitting beside the road as headlights appeared out of the fog.
I believe that since I now accept Him as my Lord and Savior that I have been washed clean of my sins and guilt by his blood. Jesus, I love you.a€? A If you prayed this simple prayer, you are saved and re-born in Him.
We drove for a half hour or so, Carleton had started spouting some kind of gibberish that mocked their accents. The truck started and they disappeared into the fog.A Just as they said we found the railroad track.
We are going to drown!a€? He replied, a€?You of little faith, why are you afraid?a€? Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. A A My next memory is Saturday afternoon, being jostled roughly and someone yelling at me in a deep southern voice. The eyes of the Lord are upon those who love him; he is their mighty shield and strong support, a shelter from the heat, a shade from the noonday sun, a guard against stumbling, a help against falling. Get out of the rack and enjoy this wonderful God given day!a€? The room was floating in circles in front of me. Although I own and study from many various different Bible translations, I personally normally use the NAB version. You poor stupid dumb ass excuse for a soldier you fell for that story?a€? He was almost laughing. Occasionally I like to read some of the a€?missing books of the Biblea€? sometimes called the Apocrypha. They include the books of the books of Baruch, Judith, both Maccabees, Sirach, Tobit and the book of Wisdom.
We've spent a lot of money rescuing their asses after a couple days in the woods.a€? He shook has head as he now couldn't contain his laughter.
If youa€™re Amish (I do have some Amish readers), you may find these books in an earlier version of the King James printing. Any way, I was reading the book of Sirach and through some of the verses it was put on my heart that I treated this person somewhat wrongly and it could have been done through ambition or pride of mine. I immediately broke down and confessed this sin to Jesus and asked for Goda€™s forgiveness. I don't think I said goodbye to Carleton, I may not have even talked with him after that night. The next chapter started bad and only got worse.A Robert Carleton and I were never in touch again.
However, I will declare that the Lord has closed a door but he will surely open a new and better one.
I choose to believe this truth and not the news media and evil spirits who would much rather us to believe that this bad economy, unemployment, and world affairs will defeat us. I looked for him 20 or so years ago and found a cousin who said he lived alone and was doing well. He was led by the Spirit in the wilderness, where he was tempted by the devil for forty days. Without weapons training, Miller, a messman third class, jumped into action when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor on Dec 7, 1941. The Scriptures say, a€?People do not live by bread alone.a€™a€? Then the devil took him up and revealed to him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time. However, after a nasty and aggressive campaign by male pilots who wanted the WASP jobs during World War II, they were the only wartime unit that was denied military status by Congress and were sent home before the war was over and their job was done.
Because the women were denied military status, the WASP received no insurance or benefits during or after the war, and if a WASP died during training or while on a mission, their families were not allowed to put a service star in the window, nor could the WASP receive a military burial. 12: For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. It wasna€™t until the middle of the 1970a€?s that they would be recognized as World War II veterans, and it wasna€™t until 2010, that the United States government would recognize those women who died during their service and the surviving WASP would receive the congressional gold medal. We Served Too provides a first hand account from WASP who tell their story and discuss their experiences during the three pivotal periods that make up the WASP history. The $50,000 needed for the trip is raised entirely by the students through sponsorships, grants and fundraisers.A Those wishing to find out more can call 517-851-7770, ext. It is good for us to know the Scriptures and write some down to pray and declare a€?in Jesusa€™ namea€™ when we are being attacked.
I told them online!!!" Clayton B, CAA "You are now my favorite supplier!" Mark S., CAA "I'm no hero, just an old marine, but you treat me like one. When you are in the battles of life, say a verse or two out loud and declare it over your life in Jesusa€™ name. Peace and Semper Fidelis," Joe M., MIA "I can't begin to tell you how happy I was with your photos. Tell Satan to, a€?Get out of my life, body, mind, and soul and leave me alone in Jesusa€™ namea€? And use the arrows against him. You really helped me alot." John B, CTA "I appreciate your work and Veterans discount and completing my order so quickly. Have mercy on me and hear my prayer.Go away, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping. So about 20 G-14a€?s, named Avia S-99 and two G-12a€?s named CS-99 were produced.There were plans for a large scale production to equip the new Czech air force.
In September 1945 the stock of DB 605 engines was lost in a fire in the factory where they were stored and an alternative powerplant had to be found. The 109 airframe was adapted for the Jumo engine and the first Jumo engined S-199 first flew in March 1947.
He rescued me from my powerful enemies, from those who hated me and were too strong for me.
I will thank the Lord because he is just; I will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most High. My enemies retreated; they staggered and died when you appeared.Turn and answer me, O Lord my God! The S-199 and the two seat trainer CS-199 served for some years with the Czech air force but was soon replaced.In 1948 25 of the S-199 fighters were sold to the new state of Israel where they served during the 1948 war fighting against Egyptian Spitfires!. Dona€™t let my enemies gloat, saying, a€?We have defeated him!a€? Dona€™t let them rejoice at my downfall.Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you are close beside me.
Until one day, Kilroy's boss called him into his office.The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters,and asked him to investigate. As a result, Kilroy's inspection "trademark" was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troop ships the yard produced.His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen. Before war's end, "Kilroy" had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo.
Protect my life from my enemiesa€™ threats.But God himself will shoot them with his arrows, suddenly striking them down. Servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it Kilroy became the U.S. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside ofThe Arc de Triomphe, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon. Underwater demolition teams routinelysneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain forComing invasions by U.S. Troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI's there).On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin,And Churchill at the Potsdam conference.
Pray and think on this thing called freedom, which we take for granted but is being eroded away. Its' first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), "Who is Kilroy?"A To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officialsfrom the ship yard and some of the riveters. The exhibit will feature historical artifacts from a Revolutionary War rifle to a camouflage kippah designed to honor a casualty of the War in Iraq.
Photos, video, and interactive media will illustrate the full experience of those Jews who have worn the uniform of our country. 37-40: Then He said to him (a Pharisee), a€?Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. Wally served in WWII in the United States Marines, 2nd Marine Div, 2nd Bn, 8th Regt, Fox Co. 21: The one who pursues righteousness and faithful love will find life righteousness, and faithful love. She said: a€?Wally if you hang onto this bill, you will never be broke!a€? So I put it in my billfold, and left December the 12th for San Diego , Ca. Just after dark I stepped outside the barracks into a misty rain, which looked almost like snow as I looked up into the yard lights. Yup, tears streamed down my cheeks, but I told myself that I am now a Marine, and they dona€™t cry!i»?A After boot camp, I carried the bill in my billfold to New Zealand with me for training there, and then was transferred a couple of months later. Many relatives were coming to our home to partake in the golden turkey and all the other foods and treats my wife prepared. During the 2nd or 3rd night a strong storm came up, causing a€?large waves,a€™ which is uncommon for the Pacific ocean (so we were told). I remember my cot shifting back and forth some, and the next morning they told us that some 2 dozen had slid off the deck, and of course they never even slowed down to look for them (remember this is a€?war timea€™) and life was not all that importanta€¦a€¦a€¦a€¦i»?A We continued on our trip, and on Nov 10th, 1943 we boarded a€?amphibious tanksa€™ and headed in to capture Tarawa . It had been bombed and shelled so much, that they thought there will be little if any resistancea€”wrong! The Japanese had built concrete a€?pill boxes,a€™ and bunkers made of steel and concrete so thick, that the shelling did no damage to them.
Even the airplane bombing did not penetrate them.i»?A I was in the 1st a€?wave,a€™ and as we neared the island, our machine gunners mounted on our tanks, were firing like mad (which surprised me as there was supposed to be no resistance), until they were killed by incoming Japanese gunners fire, who had left the safety of the bunkers. As we got almost to the beach we started jumping out, and most ofA  us did not make it because of the machine gunners. The area we landed on, had a high sea wall, so we got up against it and threw hand grenades toward the gunners, but they were a€?far enough backa€™ that they did no harm, and as we tried to climb over the wall, the gunners again did their thing, blocking our approach.i»?I could see that the tank to our left, had taken a a€?cannon typea€™ shell right through the middle of it, so all on it had lost their livesa€¦a€¦a€¦a€¦i»?While we were laying there, the few of us that were left, tried to figure out what to do, as there was no leadership alive.
About then a couple of large special a€?Higginsa€™ boats, loaded with Marines, started coming in to help us out.
These boats had a a€?rampa€? the was lowered at the front, and as the the Marines came running out into a€?waist deepa€™ water, the were immediately mowed down by the Japs. All we could do was look in horror as some 300 young men died, as they had no place for cover and lost their lives. Some 970 Marines lost their lives on this small island in some 72 hoursa€¦i»?A Fortunately, quite a ways to our right, the fighting was much less, and in several hours a beach head had been established, and Marines & equipment came pouring in. Apparently this went on all night (I had no way of knowing), and by morning the few of us left, crawled to a€?their areaa€™ and a line was formed across the island, and we all started a drive to take over the rest of the island.i»?I had moved forward towards the end of one of the big bunkers, looking to get to the entrance, when a Jap soldier apparently had slipped out of the entrance, and quickly threw a hand grenade at us.
I dropped to the ground, and just before getting there, I took part of the grenade in my right chest. I remember looking at the blood coming down my a€?fatigue jacket,a€™ and thinking: a€?I hope I dona€™t die!a€? I crawled back to where we had started the drive and a corpsman came to me, and bandaged me, and I think he gave me a shot of morphine, and attached a name tag (which I still have) to my a€?dog tagsa€™. Apparently the Navy had only brought a small hospital ship to the area, thinking that it would not be used much, but it was already full, so I was put on a€?some other ship.a€?A i»?I think I went into severe shock as I only remember watching a a€?burial at sea,a€™ and then the next thing I knew I was in a Naval Hospital in Honolulu . So I will not be spending Thanksgiving having dinner around a table with my family like you are going to. I think part of the longer stay, was that I was suffering what they called a€?combat fatigue,a€™ but they have different name for it now.i»?A Some time in early Jan, I rejoined my old squad and went into training for the next campaign, which was Saipan .
If people like you would not patronize this store on holidays and make sure that you have all your stuff the day before, it would be unlikely that they would stay open. This was a much bigger island and I was in the 3rd wave this time, and while the Japs were set up with mortars, etc, once we got past the beach it became a fire fight from time to time.
It also made me think about all the other stores that are open on these days and the countless others that have to work those days and cannot have an enjoyable time like some of the rest of us. About the 3rd day, we moving forward to take care of a a€?nest of machine gunners.a€™ I had just moved forward, but one of the guys (Dick) in my squad did not make a move. I hollered to him to move out, but he said, a€?I cana€™t Ia€™m hit.a€? So I crawled over to him and he told me he was not going to make it, but asked me to take his a€?Marine ring,a€? off of his finger and give it to his dad.
And dona€™t forget to thank them for being there if you just cannot bear not to go to the store for that a€?emergencya€? item.
I put the ring on my finger, and wore it until some weeks or a month (?) later.i»?This will be hard to believe (had I not been there, I too would maybe not believe,) but the island had grown sugar cane, so the Navy had shelled it with incendiary shells that set the fairly dry cane on fire. They did this so it was easier to see any emplacements, with out the corn blocking our view. Well, the heat from the burning caused a€?sweetnessa€™ to run out of the stalks, and flies fed on it and began multiplying, so much so that in aA  few days, in the early morning we could actually hear buzzing as the flies started the day.
The flies were so dense that it was impossible to eat a a€?C or Ka€? ration without having to pick several of them out of the food.
Since the island was basically secured by then, we just had to stay up on a cliff over looking the ocean, as they had not had time to set up a tent city for us to move into.
They had however set up several a€?hospitala€™ tents, so a bunch of us sickies went some distance down to them, and spent 2 weeks there, while they treated us.i»?A A week or 2 later we landed on a sister island name Tinian , which was largely a mopping up operation. By now my a€?combat fatiguea€™ had gotten worse, so I was flown to a Naval hospital in Richmond , Ca. While there I looked up Dicka€™s (see above) dad, and gave him the ring off of my finger, and to my surprise he told me that before Dick had left for the Marines, he bought 2 of the rings, one for him and one for Dick. So we traded rings, and I wore it for a number of years, in fact until it a€?wore through.a€™i»?After some 3 weeks or so, I was transferred to Seal Beach , Ca which was a Naval A ammunition depot, and Marines did the guard duty.
Ernie matts a Real War Photo of a specific historical scene along with a certified 'First Day' collectible cover (postage card with cancelled stamp), then adds signed collector's cards by personnel involved in the event. 37-38: On the last day, the climax of the festival, Jesus stood and shouted to the crowds, a€?Anyone who is thirsty may come to me! If you want to contact Ernie about what he has for sale or is currently working on, please call 320-420-1142 and mention you saw his work on Real War Photos website! For the Scriptures declare, a€?Rivers of living water will flow from his hearta€™.a€?Matthew Chapter 11, vs.
Albrecht"I have a major display of some forty deceased veterans in the post office for 12 days at Memorial Day week and one at Veterans Day for another 35 living veterans. Your photos give the viewers a real look at what was and what we should remember of these honored veterans that give us the freedom we enjoy today." Above are Frank's Memorial Day and Veteran's Day displays at the US Post Office in Reigelsville, PA.
RWP sends a special salute and very sincere thanks to Frank for all his 'memory' work on behalf of Veteran families across the U.S.
On one day before his memorial service when we were all there at his home, his daughter went out in the backyard by her self. She was walking around in the back yard and my other brother and I decided to go out and comfort her. I am the boy with the hammer and the "For Rent" sign, while my brother, walking toward the camera, carries a gas mask. She said that she looked up in the sky (it was blue and full of clouds that day) and, a€?I saw a very large white hand that seemed to reach down to mea€?. She stated that she felt it was her daddya€™s hand and because of this she felt better knowing that he was still watching over her. My wingman's F-100D has fuze extenders onthe 500-lb bombs so they would explode three feet above the ground, giving greater blast and shrapnel effects. Morning Call videos by Harry Fisher,; Background video photos courtesy of Real War Photos Inc.
WWII - Famous Battles.A Go to our GALLERIES website to view our Pearl Harbor photo collection as well as each ship involved. Showers were never long.After two weeks the troops were tiring of the lack of alcohol and the companionship of the native girls at the bars in Fairbanks. I'm sure having troops restricted to base made that generous decision easier for the brass to make.Friday afternoon, Robert Carleton walked over to my bunk and laid out a plan. We may go through many troubles and trials in our lives but God will always be with us and never forsake us. When Merle cussed he meant business.Later that night we left the barracks by the side door, the fragrance of English Leather thick in the air. We stepped into the night after 4 or 5 minutes of careful planning without a thought about consequences or the fact that we had no idea where Pauline's actually was.A Pitch black night.
12-13: If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them goes astray, will he not leave the ninety-nine in the hills and go and search of the stray? And if he finds it, amen, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that did not stray. Carleton let out a yelp and took off running and I was just a step behind him.A small dirt parking lot then a weathered log cabin, stoop shouldered and tired looking, appeared out of the fog as we got closer. After a few days, the younger son collected all his belongings and set off to a distant country where he squandered his inheritance on a life of dissipation. When he had freely spent everything, a severe famine struck that country, and he found himself in dire need. So he hired himself out to one of the local citizens who sent him to his farm to tend the swine. He looked at me and pushed the door open.Cigarette smoke filled the small dim room, an overhead light reflected in the mirror behind the small bar. Coming to his senses he thought, a€?How many of my fathera€™s hired workers have more than enough food to eat, but here am I, dying from hunger. I shall get up and go to my father and I shall say to him, a€?Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.
While he was a long way off, his father caught sight of him and was filled with compassion. Loads of cars and cameras were set up by the Audubon society to just catch a glimpse of it.
Carleton let out a yelp and took off running and I was just a step behind him.A Pitch black night.
You may have had parents or grandparents that were religious and went to church and prayed. Perhaps you have done something you consider really bad and believe God just doesna€™t love you anymore.
Through his Son, if you confess your sins and ask for his forgiveness, you will be washed clean again.
One that will help you feel better, enriches your soul, shower you with His Word, and nurture your faith so it grows in the path of Christ. One occupied.Ita€™s time to make the world safe, for NATO to act as it was formed to do in this global situationa€¦respond to terrorists in unison with might.MAKE NO MISTAKE, THIS IS WAR! A The United States, England, France, Russia (in particular) and all NATO countries in general, need to step up the a€?war on terrora€™, and let us call it what it is, what even the Pope has labeled it, a€?a world wara€?, against first-strike, Islamic extremists that use terror as a means to try to instill fear, cause pain, innocentsa€™ suffering and death.Call them ISIS, ISIL or the fanatics that they are, these self -proclaimed jihadists have declared their (un)holy war on all infidels who do not believe as they do. These radical extremists number only a few thousand (out of a reported 1 billion Muslims world-wide) but affect us all as potential a€?soft targetsa€™ for their next strike.Clearly identified attacks from these terrorists have gone on since the 1980a€™s and have significantly increased of late. A One of the very sad outcomes will continue to be the loss of innocent lives, including the young recruits who have been naively or ideologically lead via intense Internet recruiting, along with those whoa€™ve been threatened into pledging their lives and futurea€¦ led to believe that their way to heaven justifies the bombing, stabbing, shooting, beheading and suicide missions that zealots call on them to do.A Ita€™s time to make the world safe, for NATO to act as it was formed to do in this global situationa€¦respond to terrorists in unison with might.MAKE NO MISTAKE, THIS IS WAR!
I wish to thank all my readers for visiting my web site this year and I hope that it helped in some way. She will give birth to a son and will call him Immanuel (which means a€?God is with usa€™).Micah Chapter 5, vs. 2: But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, are only a small village among all the people of Judah . God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children.John Chapter 20, vs.
30-31: The disciples saw Jesus do many other miraculous signs in addition to the ones recorded in this book. But these are written so that you may continue to believe that Jesus the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by believing in him you will have life by the power of his name.Luke Chapter 2, vs. 9-12: Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lorda€™s glory surrounded them.
The Savior a€“ yes, the Messiah, the Lord a€“ has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! The names have been changed and the name of their Church deleted to help keep their identities secret. We look forward to hearingA from you and know others will appreciate your input on our country's history and your place in it both yesterday and today.
It was at this Church that we also got baptized together and rededicated our lives to Christ.
I desire a man after your own heart and if that is not Mark then remove him.a€? I also said, a€?But Lord, divorce is not your desire, I believe in you. Mark has too much pride to come down to the altar, but I know if you can make a Donkey talk, you can call him out!a€? (Read Numbers Chapter 22, vs.
God has something to say.a€? Now the Pastor did not know Mark and did not know what I had prayed before we came here, only God knew. I now read the Bible to them every day, monitor their TV, take them to Church, and lay hands on them and speak blessings into their lives.
Anyway, Arch looked at Carleton through his triple thick glasses and exclaimed, "Are you F'n nuts?
Carleton had one small mishap, probably took 5 stitches, but as I told him he'll always have that scar on his ass to brag about. Turn right then a short hike cross country until we found the paved road Pauline's was supposed be on. Actually you're supposed to have an incredible selection of the best drinks a soldier, er, I mean a person can find this far north. Now what can I get you?a€?i»?I'd heard of it but never sampled the mad water from Mexico.



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