Thursday, January 17, 2013

Katrina dream

Several months after the Deadliest Tsunami in History hit Indonesia, I had a dream of  a flood/ big wave. I was out in front of my brothers house, talking to him in the middle of the street, and I was facing the mountains in which I saw a huge wave come over the mountain top, and I knew we had no chance to run from the wave, and a lot of people were going to drown. At the time, I was thinking if this was another "Tsunami" possibly ...

Sooo... When I saw the news (4 or 5 days ahead of landfall) that "Katrina" was headed for New Orleans I new  that the city was going to get flood and posted something... But the news at the time was saying "worsted case scenarios" as they new that the city was below sea level. (Same thing ... a flood) Though people were warned all I could do is watch and I told a couple people that a lot of people were going to die (I think I said 1,000) ... I watched it at my brother house. 

Hurricane Katrina was the deadliest and most destructive Atlantic hurricane of the 2005 Atlantic hurricane  season. It was the costliest natural disaster, as well as one of the five deadliest hurricanes, in the history of the United States. Among recorded Atlantic hurricanes, it was the sixth strongest overall. At least 1,833 people died in the hurricane and subsequent floods, making it the deadliest U.S. hurricane since the 1928 Okeechobee hurricane; total property damage was estimated at $81 billion (2005 USD), nearly triple the damage brought by Hurricane Andrew in 1992.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Dream - Bible code 3 books



IT ALL STARTS NOW! ...---... Bible code

UNREAD_POSTby Gus Who on Wed Jan 16, 2013 10:30 am


2-dreams ...
I was chasing a bad guy Image (though I was with a group) like I was a cop going after a "white collar" criminal as it felt like a "dream life went by ... as crime ---after crime...happened"
and what seem to be a "Long night of dreaming" we catch him. :clap: 
But we have to hand him over to be prosecuted. As that was not our job. I was in my own car at the drop off place out in the middle of nowhere. There was a semi-truck, and another cop car that had the prisoner in long chains. Waiting for the other cop car to (jurisdiction over prisoner/ like two countries dealing with a criminal) take away this bad guy. The bad guy was smooth character Image a true professional at his craft. Look the part and everything, like he could out smart us. Well the other cop finally shows up and we march him over in chains and make the drop.

I stick around after to want to make sure the other cop drives off okay, as the semi-truck and other cop take off. I wait around ... And then the other cop un cuffs the prisoner and let's him go back over to our side as he walks right past me. :wideeye: (I get mad, at the other cop as I thought we were on the same side...) like a cop would feel if you caught someone, then there on the street again... Minutes later. I go up to the other cop... Upset with him, as I kind of have to joke around, knowing that he is at odds with me... as I Q him, as he talks back seriously, saying he has proof and documentation ... as I say you have to show me! ... He says he is serious, as we walk together and he says, "IT ALL STARTS NOW!" (He was going to explain and take me to things..) as I woke up... And note- (An inside scoop)

Next dream ... Here is what I jotted down 
The 3 bibles - (a named bible) 

In the house... There were bibles all over the place.... But there different in style...
... The named bible (the head person ... Who sees ) puts it in two other books under the name... And separate the book through out the house..
Only when you get these 3 books together can you understand the code.


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More detail to 2nd dream ... I was upstairs talking with a "writer" of the Bible Codes, as these words have to be separated, as to bring family unity together and give each bible carrier certain title and weight. It was like trying to find 3 books in a library full of books. Only a librarian or the author of the 3 books with his mark would know about the code, which is not written down but put in the memory bank that us who are seers could look at, thereby giving value to moments in time. (We could, peek at any moment in time with the write code) 


Afghan - baby seal killed dream


One of my prophetic dreams that i look think about over the years... was a dream of an aircraft crash in the mountains as I saw what I recall glimpse of soldiers falling out of one aircraft... Though beside the crash I do remember what was a baby seal running around as hunters where out to kill it... It took a while, but I saw the seal die.  (I did blog about it, but do not have the records at hand- though I did know it was in afghan mountains and a seal was involved) 

Though I had looked in the news soon after for military aircraft that went down with navy seals aboard (at that time, I did not know that Navy seals would be involved in any land missions. As i though they were just caught off guard. It was years later that I saw headlines on the June 28, 2005 Helicopter crash as it was the deadliest battle of the war in Afghanistan at the time... 16 US troops killed when Taliban bring down Chinook in Kunar province
I think the baby seal name was Michael P. Murphy

Monday, January 14, 2013

The Road Home










By Gus Who on Monday Jan. 14, 2013 about 1:00am




I am been having a series of dreams of "cleaning house" like I have tons of papers everywhere ... It started almost a month ago, like...
I have to bring in a big garbage can from outside, ... but I miss the trash man
So I say - next week, I'll put out this trash... There's tons

- well I just had a dream (1:am), where my mom is saying that I have to get rid of all this... (I am a teenage kid in this dream) 
Like I should burn the Garage down :whoa: I guess she did not want to get caught.
(it was an old style detached garage in a old black and white setting idk "The Cleaver's house")

Well I pored a little gasoline in the window and threw in a match, as I saw some fire and a lot of smoke...
I thought it was going and took off. Did not want to get caught either. Some of it burnt, but it went out when I came back.
So again I am told.. "To do the job" ... burn the garage as I set a fire again, and take walking I see a FBI agent pull up... I guess he puts out the fire, as I take off running, as I know he is going to be after me.

IRL - my mother had a colorful past, and had tons of slides and letters - scrapes stored in an old cubby hole in my up stairs bedroom - we always thought it was junk... (She worked for the Red Cross, because she wanted to see action when she joined the army in WWII, (discharged as private first class April 1945) and was one of the first women in Japan as a director for the Red Cross... had some teletype tales- she flew over right before Christmas with 2 other girls from Florida (Mary and Eve) all the soldiers had been fighting for years, and a couple gals from back home show up.. Well- there royalty as ...
They had "TELETYPE" 
... 
1945 - - the first, first hand sight and feeling about war - - real war - - the lived in and through kind - - Pier 6 -- ' 'twas no pier at all - - a skeleton of hulls and masts of war torn steeds in the heat, dirt, destruction and deprivation that was Manila.

- - - the typhoon, tossed mud that as Okinawa and the first Marine Divisions crosses row and row. ...

- - a group of lonely guys in a bare, bitterly cold barracks in Kanoye - - tough guys begging for news of home as they awaited the approach of December 25th - - tears coursing unashamedly down battle bruised faces as the sweet clear notes of the untarnished voice of a gal from home obligingly sang one request after another and ending with a White Xmas - - no prima-donna ever had the thunderous heartfelt applause that Mary did as that group swallowed and smiled their thanks...
------------------
... "The pilot circled twice over Hiroshima for us to see the devastation that have been wranght there 
By one bomb - Complete Devastation! – Seems incredible" dated 12/26/45 page 6 address to parents

Image Yeap, I'll make a bond fire - so we can all sing "Kumbaya"



The Road Home   by Gus Who Mon. Jan 14, 2013  6:54am

Must be a continuum of my last dream, as all I can remember of this is feeling like I was still on the run from the Government agents.... running farther away ... another country (s)? time zone? (not sure)

I don't see myself or others, but only see the path and get glimpses at places

... I find myself on the outskirts of society on a dirt road going into the areas that only single footpaths take a person... as I am getting glimpes of people that I am talking with ... sometime small groups apear in the glimpes...  small villages ... dream skips

... as i look down to these foot path and talk to more people... I notice the ground changes to crushed rock (Bedrock - white looking with some blue tint ) ... no more dirt.. as the gravel path got a little wider ... until it turned into a gravel road... dream skips

... This road all of a sudden is Black, (size 2 cars highway) ... like some road crew jusamajor highway out in the middle of whereever ... (Farmland)

My view is now looking in the middle of this black road, and all of a sudden at my feet (I don't notice my feet) see a Yellow strip, then another one, and another ... being painted on this highway...

Like I was in the middle of building this ROAD ... I yelll out...(wake up) DAD!

I look at the clock ... 6:54 (Home house #)

As I write this out, I am listing to music... random songs ... Man in the Mirror - - Album BAd

Background - my dad was a civil engineer for the state, and built bridges, tunnels and ROADS! This make it up in my top dreams caogory, and I have a lot of great dreams.  

Next song playing - Bohemian Rhapsody - -  Album - A Night at the Opera

So.... the last song that popped up is something I had not heard before ... My Thankgiving - - Album Inside Job

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Riverboat dream - Robert Fulton


Re: The chatter

UNREAD_POSTby tony g on Tue Dec 04, 2012 5:24 pm
  •        Gus Who wrote: Prophecy ... That goes to insight :infinity: (seer) 
  • It a gift, though those that have it study about it.  
  • How can one be certain it's prophecy... Might be a better question. 
  • The answer is ... That it is a feeling. (Unless of coarse, your told by "God" in waking Vision.. Like I saw "Twisted I Beam(s)" and I knew for "fact" that something was going to happen... That would start this ... Though I thought it was "soon" (I did not have the date of 911) ... It was always a feeling... (I also felt it would happen in the fall season, before November) 
  • But since then, I been right and wrong on calling things. It's not science it goes to "communication" ... I guess people call it channeling... (Though I do know for fact that there is Both Good and Bad, as right and wrong sides) 
  • It's like psychic ability in waking life, some people have them. There are degrees.
   You are indeed a sick person. Anyone can have visionary dreams but to claim prophecy is absolutely deplorable as it defies our Christian faith.

Re: The chatter

UNREAD_POSTby Gus Who on Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:30 pm
Not if it is truth. How does it defies Christian Faith?If someone gets enough of them and tell tommorrows news today kind of thing then they should have a label that says they are prophetic, especially when one claims in the name of the one true "God" as many people get dreams that are prophetic. Though it's true many non Christian get these dreams. So it does not fall on one faith alone.
Though I don't want to be a part of your Christian Faith if the don't communicate through the Holy Spirit. When the fact is shown in the bible that one of the ways God communicates is through dreams and visions. I have heard many testimony of people claiming such visions and dreams that lead them to do things. (Both Good and Bad, But that goes into beliefs and religions)

Re: The chatter

UNREAD_POSTby Naba-Daba-Doo! on Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:41pm
G Tony... maybe you should go to night school at Gus Who Prophetic Center for kids who can't see good.
Good writing Gus :cabbagepatch: those classes have really helped your reading/writing skills

I will admit it's hard to believe in some things unless they happen to you first hand. I was questioning prophecy
myself and got frustrated in trying to learn if God even used prophecy today as sometimes I thought maybe it was 
just hype to sell books and CD's. I was also tired of not understanding much if anything from some of my "spiritual dreams"

I had given up on all of it and angry saying God you'll have to prove it to me cause I don't know what's true anymore.

In the next day or two the News came out about Steve Irwin and how he died...
I totally got schooled........4 months prior I had a dream and I became Steve Irwin (had to look up his real name) I had only known him as the "crocodyl guy" In the dream I was swiming above a sting ray, it bucked up and stung me in the heart, I pulled it out as I came to the surface and heard someone yell "Steve" and I died :whoa: what I thought he was the crocodyle guy.

It's posted here in more detail under Steve Irwin but.....
if that isn't a prophetic dream.... what is?........... that's when I knew... "God still uses prophecy" and since then more
detailed prophetic dreams have come true. I don't know how else to better prove a spiritual realm when you are allowed to
transcend time and space......... I would not consider any of this if they weren't already in the Bible as abtainable
Jesus himself said "Greater things will you do"....... but like Gus says... belief comes in there somewhere...
or it might not even be shown to you.


Riverboat 

UNREAD_POSTby Gus Who on Tue Dec 04, 2012 10:23 pm
 Naba- Doo - I have just been corrected as to my prophetic dreaming, I just woke from a dream .. . (I'm in my 30's :lep: )
I just walked aboard an old style riverboat ... as I feel I am there for some kind of gathering... I see a couple couple people who seem to be schooled in this ability... as one talks about a mystic (gypsy maybe) woman who just walks on board, she mystically good looking a little younger than me, as I keep my distance and try listening in making small talk... trying to understand what is going on... I get the feeling that I am in a poker tournament of who's "ability" or something of that nature ... as different people come aboard, all kinds of cultures ... Chinese guy, Indian .. It dawns on me why I am there as i question Gazoo... the book says something about looking at what stock someone comes from... Family tree... I wake up (1:40 am :whyme: ) think mom/ dad , who there were ... 10 mins later :dummy" oh yeah "Robert Fulton" (comes from my mothers side of the family tree)

I kind of tire and going back to sleep, I think I have to get back to the casino boat... (Oh yeah Lady Luck, I wear shades 8- and my thinking cap to get tune in)
  goes to west coast time

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Robert Fulton, Jr.
Robert Fulton
Born November 14, 1765
Little Britain, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania
Died February 24, 1815 (aged 49)
New York City
Nationality American
Spouse(s) Harriet Livingston
Children Robert, Julia, Mary, Cornelia
Parents Robert Fulton, Mary Smith
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Robert Fulton (November 14, 1765 – February 24, 1815) was an American engineer and inventor who is widely credited with developing the first commercially successful steamboat. In 1800, he was commissioned by Napoleon Bonaparte to design the Nautilus, which was the first practical submarine in history.[1] He is also credited with inventing some of the world's earliest naval torpedoes for use by the British Navy. [2]
Fulton became interested in steamboats in 1777 when he visited William Henry of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, who had earlier learned about James Watt's steam engine on a visit to England.
Contents  [hide] 
1 Early life
2 Education and work
3 Posthumous honors
3.1 In popular culture
4 References
5 Publications
6 See also
7 External links
[edit]Early life



Fulton sculpture at the Brooklyn Museum
Robert Fulton was born on a farm in Little Britain, Pennsylvania, on November 14, 1765. He had at least three sisters--Isabella, Elizabeth, and Mary, and a younger brother, Abraham. His father, Robert Fulton, was born in Ireland and emigrated to Philadelphia where he married Mary Smith. The father moved the family to Lancaster, Pennsylvania where the younger Fulton attended a Quaker elementary school. Fulton showed an early interest in mechanical things. At the early age of 13, he invented paddle wheels to go alongside his father's fishing boat. He especially favored gunsmiths and even offered some suggestions that were adopted by the workmen. As a boy he built rockets and experimented with mercury and bullets. His friends nicknamed him “Quicksilver Bob.”[3]
He learned to sketch early on and by age 17 he decided to become an artist. His father, who had died when Robert was eight, had been a close friend to the father of painter Benjamin West. Fulton later met West in England and they became friends.[3]
Fulton stayed in Philadelphia for six years, where he painted portraits and landscapes, drew houses and machinery, and was able to send money home to help support his mother. In 1785 he bought a farm at Hopewell, Pennsylvania for £80 Sterling and moved his mother and family onto it. While in Philadelphia, he met Benjamin Franklin and other prominent Revolutionary War figures. At age 23 he decided to visit Europe.[3]
[edit]Education and work



A drawing of Fulton's invention Nautilus
He took several letters of introduction to Americans abroad from the individuals he had met in Philadelphia. He had already corresponded with Benjamin West, and West took Fulton into his home, where Fulton lived for several years. West had become well known and introduced Fulton to many others. Fulton gained many commissions painting portraits and landscapes, which allowed him to support himself, but he continually experimented with mechanical inventions.[3]
He published a pamphlet about canals and patented a dredging machine and several other inventions. In 1797 he went to Paris where his fame as an inventor was well known. In Paris, Fulton studied French, German, mathematics and chemistry. He began to design torpedoes and submarines. In Paris, Fulton met James Rumsey, who sat for a portrait in the studio of Benjamin West where Robert Fulton was an apprentice. Rumsey was an inventor from Virginia who ran his own first steamboat in Shepherdstown (now in West Virginia) in 1786. As early as 1793, Fulton proposed plans for steam-powered vessels to both the United States and British governments, and in England he met the Duke of Bridgewater, whose canal was used for trials of a steam tug, and who later ordered steam tugs from William Symington. Symington had successfully tried steamboats in 1788, and it seems probable that Fulton was aware of these developments. The first successful trial run of a steamboat had been made by inventor John Fitch on the Delaware River on August 22, 1787, in the presence of delegates from the Constitutional Convention. It was propelled by a bank of oars on either side of the boat. The following year Fitch launched a 60-foot (18 m) boat powered by a steam engine driving several stern mounted oars. These oars paddled in a manner similar to the motion of a swimming duck's feet. With this boat he carried up to thirty passengers on numerous round-trip voyages between Philadelphia and Burlington, New Jersey.
Fitch was granted a patent on August 26, 1791, after a battle with Rumsey, who had created a similar invention. Unfortunately the newly created Patent Commission did not award the broad monopoly patent that Fitch had asked for, but a patent of the modern kind, for the new design of Fitch's steamboat. It also awarded patents to Rumsey and John Stevens for their steamboat designs, and the loss of a monopoly caused many of Fitch's investors to leave his company. While his boats were mechanically successful, Fitch failed to pay sufficient attention to construction and operating costs and was unable to justify the economic benefits of steam navigation. It was Fulton who would turn Fitch's idea profitable decades later.




Saturday, January 12, 2013

My Mom part 1

Beating the drum as U.C. Berkeley 


    My mother was one of three American women (Mary and Eve)  from the Red Cross  to go Japan after the bomb dropped on Hiroshima in a support of role to rebuild. She wanted to be a writer, but was an elementary school teacher.  This is a letter dated 12/26/45 as she flew over Hiroshima, it reads...
"out- he said lots have been
cleaned out already - coming into
the midst of it it's hard for us to
see where.
From the sky the ruins looked
even more extreme. From
outside of Kanoyn to beyond
Hiroshima I navigated us in a 
post in the co pilot seat up
front, map in hand, looked at 
the land below then at the 
map and the pilot radio
operator and I talked to each other 
on the intercommunication phone.
The pilot circled twice over
Hiroshima for us to see the devastation
that had been wranght there
by one bomb - Complete 
Devastation! - Seems incredible"

 Then in 1947 - 48 elementary school ...
She wrote this story in "The MARYLAND TEACHER"
MARCH - 1948 MAGAZINE
GENERAL EDUCUATION AT ITS BEST has been developed in the classes of Miss Vivian Marshall at the Mt. Rainier Elementary School. Beginning as an imaginative lesson on a colonial Thanksgiving, the project grew into a community-wide activity with national and international implications. Some of the outcomes were: learning to write letters, the spirit of giving, radio appearances, European geography, and international exchange. Even the most backward  child in arithmetic learned to add and subtract! 

by VIVIAN MARSHAL
Second and Third grades, Mt. Rainier Elementary School

This is the story of three very hungry china pigs- "Bo." "Sky-blue," and "Whitey." It is also the story of Bohars, a small fishing village in France of some 800 persons aged two months to eighty-four years, about five miles from Brest. It is the story of what the 43 children of the second and third grades in the Mt. Rainier Elementary school have done to help the families in this village. 

A thanksgiving Lesson

It all started last Thanksgiving when the children decided that they wanted to share their comparative bounty with the starvation- ridden children of Europe. They finally decided that they would like to help some of the people of France. Assisted by their teacher, they contacted the French Consulate for information on those who needed help the most

Though the Consulate and the American Aid for France Committee, it was found that Bohars was desperately in need of aid; and the size of the town made it more practical than trying to help say - all of the children of France or even all of the children in one large city. 

It was learned that the village had been occupied during the war by the Germans; and that the American boys were among those who helped to liberate it. In doing this, bombs were dropped on the town by our men and by the Germans. The town was nearly obliterated. An American Army tank, bady ridded by the Germans, stands in the town as a memorial to our boys who fell there. 

A Nationwide Search

The school children wanted to find out more about the town and also wanted to make an appeal for funds. They hoped to find men who had been in or near Bohars during the war. Over 100 letters were written by the children ( printed neatly in pencil on lined school paper ) to newspapers in the 48 states, Hawaii, and Alaska in an effort to lacate some of our men who had been there.

Nearly all the newspapers cooperated on the idea. The response was tremendous. Editors sent in contributions for "Bo," short for Bohars, the large china piggy bank which the children are "feeding" in an effort to help feed and clothe bohars. "Bo" is a very hungry pig.

Readers, though they had not been near France, sent in nickels, dimes, quarters, and "folding green" to fill this hungry pig and his family of little ones - "Sky-blue" and "Whitey." Some contributions were sent in memory of loved ones who were lost during the liberation of France. Before long, an account was opened at  the bank in "Bo's name.

A Reply From Tennessee

One of the letters received came from several American men who were there. Here is a direct quote from a boy in Tennessee: 
"Dear Peggy I was reading the peaper tonight Dect. 1 you wonted to now about the little placed in France. I was thire. I was in the Army. I donnt now how to tell you and your school frends about it. the Jerrys had all that place you were asking about. They had all the school knock out and the church too. The Jerrys eat there food they could get thire hands on. The RAF Bob Torn the place in to bits but the German had so much equepent that it took us a long time to save the people from harm. The German burn thire crop of wheat and corn. It was a nasty job for us to run the Jerrys out. It was a chamb (shame) to see women and kids crying for food an a place to sleep. I meet a little girl about 8 years old over thire. She was so weak she could not speak a word. I took her to compound and she was took care of like the others. Peggy the mearest I can till you about it. I hope this will give you an ide (idea) how it was. Love Mr Edward Kincy." 

From another letter:   "where the people live in Bohars and the other villages surrounding Brest I cannot say. With the bomb damage there does not seem to be room for the people. Whole families live in garages. The people are simple, religious and poor but hard working."

Help From Alaska

One of the warmest response came from Alaska. the children in the fourth grade of a Juneau school sent in $5.70. It was money they had collected for a Christmas party. They decided to send it to "Bo" for Bohars instead of exchanging presents this past Christmas. An Alaskan ex-Army man sent in $5 stating that, though he had been in the war six years, he had not been in Bohars. "However," he wrote, "I am so happy you kids are trying to help the kids in Bohars." 

The "Mayor" of "Indiantown," as Miss Marshall's room calls itself, wrote the Mayor of Bohars exlaining what her room hopes to do for the village. Bohars' mayor sent a list of families who comprise the small town and through this list the youngsters will be sure each person gets his individual gift. 

The Voice of America has sent out four broadcasts to Europe telling of the widespread response this Children's proj- 

               ect has received; and most of the District of Columbia, Virginia, and Maryland radio stations have broadcast news stories about the children's work.

    General Eisenhower, General Marshall, Mrs. Roosevelt, President Truman, Drew Pearson, and Elmer Davis are among the notables who have written letters of encouragement to Indiantown. Also Bob Hope, James Stewart, Bing Crosby, and Shirley Temple sent in contributions to "Bo" along with letters commending the work these 7 and 8-year olds have done. 

   The children's hope was that by February 14 contributions of money, food, clothing, and toys would be large enough to materially aid the villagers in Bohars.  One of their greatest hopes was that other schools throughout the country would borrow the idea and would adopt a small devastated European town. As one letter to the children in Miss Marshall's room states: "The Americans here at home ... realize little the hardships that the French underwent, and still are undergoing. Villages were ransacked to such an extent that in many cases the villagers kept only the clothes that they had on their backs. Their livestock was taken. Their homes destroyed." 

                         Hagerstown Depot

   One novel development in the campaign, and a source from which additional supplies have been forthcoming, was the establishment of a "depot" in Hagerstown. Mr. Edgar Berry of Hagerstown became highly interested in the "drive," interested to the point of arranging with Hagerstown officials for the establishment of a collection depot for Bohars. Hagerstown sent a huge quantity of clothing to Mount Rainier for Bohars.

   The project, started by the children of the second and third grades, soon snowballed into a school-wide and a municipal project. The Mayor of Mount Rainier proclaimed the last week in January as "Bohars Week," and, with the help of the service clubs, churches, Boy Scouts, Fire Department, Police Department, and other organizations, a collection was made through the town on Friday night, January 30. the following day, the school children, braving near zero weather and slippery street, paraded through the streets of their community in their campaign to aid the French fishing village of Bohars. 

    Pulling decorated wagons and sleds, all loaded with gifts and food for the French town which was badly damaged in the war, the children marched, and sometimes ran, over the nearly two-mile route through Mount Rainier. The parade was climax of the "Bohars Week" project. 

    Last Thursday the American Aid for France Committee opened wide the doors of their New York warehouse to house our contributions for our "adopted village." Our contributions included 40 barrels of clothes, 122 boxes of clothes, 8 barracks bags of clothes, and 178 boxes of foods (over 2 1/2 tons ). Because the children felt that the people of Bohars were very special friends of theirs, they wanted to do something special for them; so they decided to adopt individual French friends to whom they would send belated Christmas presents. 

 From the Mount Rainier Post Office on the fifteenth of February almost 300 individual packages were mailed to Bohars. Also, there were some larger boxes that contained a present for each man, woman and child in the village for we didn't want anyone to be left out. The packages contained such things as a bar of soap, a few candles, toothbrush and toothpaste, a towel , a toy, pencil, paper, crayons or maybe a can of of candy. We also sen $160 to New York that food might be bought at wholesale rates. The International Red Cross will distribute the fruits of our collection to the people of Bohars. 

  Our contributions are on their way to France, but we haven't forgotten Bohars. We expect to hear from them very soon and hope to correspond for some time with our new friends. Because of the Bohars' project, our community is more important to us and we shall soon set out to explore it and to learn more about it. 
        

My Mom part 2

This is when she retired from teaching. 


Here is a part of a letter my mother teletype to a professor at Cal. Berkley that I have tried to piece together and others...  that highlights some of here Red  Cross /and she taught US military elementary school children 1-6 grade in Berlin for families station in Berlin close to the fence line, though she said the Russian guards were friendly 
     
    Dear Mr. Ravers;                                                         December / Berlin     1950

     A new year always make me take stock ... of things - - - and of the people who have done so much... past - - - A deal of good water has churned around in a number of seas since I took pen in hand or typewriter to task to send you my best wishes, but as the end of this middle mark of the century dawns. I become cognizant as never before of a fraction of my failings. 

November 1950 brings with it a kaleidoscope of memories collections of things of sight, sound, smell, taste and feeling - -- not the kind of things with tags that one would likely to recall - - but flashes back to momentary impressions that become imbedded somehow. 

1945 - - the first, first hand sight and feeling about war - - real war - - the lived in and through kind - - Pier 6 -- ' 'twas no pier at all - - a skeleton of hulls and masts of war torn steeds in the heat, dirt, destruction and deprivation that was Manila.

- - - the typhoon, tossed mud that as Okinawa and the first Marine Divisions crosses row and row. 

- -  a group of lonely guys in a bare, bitterly cold barracks in Kanoye - - tough guys begging  for news of home as they awaited the approach of December 25th - - tears coursing unashamedly down battle bruised faces as the sweet clear notes of the untarnished voice of a gal from home obligingly sang one request after another and ending with a White Xmas - - no prima-donna ever had the thunderous heartfelt applause that Mary did as that group swallowed and smiled their thanks. 

- - Xmas in the air and the prettiest tree I shall ever see stood propped in its fullest dead twig height between dirty craft teletype machines in-route to Japan,glittering with torn bits of paper rosy with the glow of nail polish and precariously balanced by the grace of well chewed gum - - - and the Christmas feast spread out on the ground beside the still warm plane as we drank hot, dusty cokes (the crew's most prized possessions - - in a world where the coin of the realm were mere baubles on a string) - - - as we toasted the Yuletide and the future we looked out upon the gray world of destruction and rice paddies.

   and being kidnapped that same Christmas Eve by a gang of guys that wanted a bit of talk of home - - - guys who promised to feed us - - - it had been o many hours since we had last had a taste of food - - - many hours later and by almost super human efforts they managed to produce some very dead fried eggs and hunks of bread - - - not a festive fare but we swallowed it gratefully and graciously - - - when we ever be more important guests at a banquet which represented the best that they had - - not .... But given in full 



.... and now across another pond lies a world in which life was real, and life is earnest, and the coins of the real are precious bits of bauble that melt to fast to bother to string. 

   My daily life is concerned with something as American as the penny, hot dog and Statue of Liberty Inc. American kids in a foreign clime, kids who have experienced much, seen more, the Blockade, Operation Vittles, they have been fed and kept warm for months by that life line of planes constantly take ing off day and night, they've ridden foreign trains, admidst knapsacks, wicker suitcases, clucking hens. They've had the thrill of ocean voyages and foreign flights. They have lived in the Hans Christian  Anderson Germany of pint sized fräulein s herding waddling web footed fowls through cobble stone streets. They have spiraled their way on foot to the top of the worlds highest towers, viewed cathedrals by the score years ago royalty held court. 

    In the Alps they have joined in songs sung by yodeling groups of rucksacked natives, equipped with canes picks and climbing ropes. They have seen in the moonlight and at dawn the lovely white Lady, the pearl , the aloof, towering, domineering work of nature who sits serenely while wisps of fleecy clouds play gracefully around her shoulders. 

  They have seen the White Tower and felt some of the fascination she holds for those skilled with rope and picks,  who climbing to the heights look down on the village of chalets where cows and sheep ample through the streets in herds early in the morning with their tonal bells clanging as they climb to their day's pasture. 

 They've seen Southern Italy and Naples, land of the orange, olive, grape and the beautiful blue bay with its good size town nestled close to the shore with the night lights forming a necklace for the throat of the bay. 

They have seen this and multitude more- - - and more they have felt- - destruction, poverty, starvation,  bitterness,  envy, oppression. They are proud and happy that they are Americans (and not I hope, smugly so) They have learned to Parly Vou and Sprecchhen