Wow, I think I am ready or nearly ready for the family to arrive. The gifts are wrapped, and the house decorated. It has been a busy week with a therapy dog visit to the local library where young children read to Lucky and LuAnn on Saturday followed by our weekly visit to residents of the Health Center. The dogs wore their holiday costumes, and their little red Santa suits had everyone smiling. I made Christmas Cards with the dogs’ photos on them and gave them out to the residents. Sadly for some, it will be the only card they receive. When I was leaving, I saw one of the residents sharing her card with an aide. She seemed so thrilled, and it made me smile to know the cards were so welcomed.
I spent the week-end decorating the house and filling my heart with nostalgia. So many of the little decorations are from my childhood, my children’s childhood, my life before Bob and of course, the ones we have added, as well as, all those Christmas photos of the twins as they progressed from babies to toddlers to preschool and the early elementary years.
I do feel the years in other ways, too. My back aches a little more after all those steps up an down on a small ladder and the idea of shopping does not hold the thrill it once did. My enthusiasm for meal planning was never great, but now I am looking for pre-made frozen foods and perusing the deli section for prepared specialties. Still I love the season and I would have it no other way.
All of my family will be here around the holidays. Kym and John will arrive for the week-end before Christmas. John Vincent and Rhea will be here for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and bless my Kristi, she and her family will drive up twice so she can visit with both boys and their wives. Then the Sunday after Christmas is reserved for Bob’s daughter Michaele, grand daughter and great grand daughters. His other daughter Dee and her husband Gerry will visit in January.
I am off to lift some weights and try to take off a few of those Thanksgiving pounds that I have gained. Then lunch with old friends and a quick shopping trip to downtown Ridgecrest. I am trying to shop for most gifts in town this year.
As many of you know from Facebook, Lucky and Luann are now registered therapy dogs. We are just getting started, and it is a wonderful experience. We have had some glitches. Since I can only work one dog at a time, the other was terribly upset about the possibility of being left at home. Bob helped solve this by driving both dogs and me to the Healthcare center and then sitting in the lobby with one dog while I wander the halls meeting and greeting the folks. After a half hour, I go back to Bob and change dogs. This plan seems to work out well for everyone. The dogs love sitting with Bob almost as much as making the patients smile.
Today was my fifth time bringing the dogs to visit, and although I have enjoyed all the other times, this time was the best. More people were awake and in their wheelchairs, and some were beginning to feel like old friends. I am proud of how many names I now know and remember. It pleased me that family members sought me out, asking me to please bring the dog to the room of their loved one. They said they knew it would bring smiles and joy.
And that is what therapy dogs do best. The last time I visited, I walked into a room carrying LuAnn. The nurse was just leaving but stopped for a moment when she saw the woman smile. She said, “Oh my, I have never seen her smile before. This is amazing.” It was amazing to me, too, and her room was the first I visited today. I knew Lucky’s visit today would bring a similar good feeling and smile and was not disappointed.
The dogs are asleep on the couch, and I have slipped into comfortable old pajamas and am seriously thinking of an early bed-time. Not yet though, I want to bask in this good feeling a little longer.
I could smell anticipation and excitement in the air and like an old work horse, I was instantly ready for the harness. Nostalgia and longing for my days of teaching rose higher than ever as I spent the morning with Theresa, Kristi, and the kids volunteering a few hours at iLEAD charter school in Santa Clarita as they prepare for the beginning of the new school year. It will be the twins first year at their new school. and as I looked around, and watched the young, enthusiastic teachers, I longed for a class of my own and to be part of this awesome adventure.
We spent our first hour making boxes to hold library books and the next two hours sorting books according to reading level. I don’t mean to brag, but I haven’t lost the ability to eyeball a book and know the Grade Level. My guesses, checked by Theresa with an IPad and Scholastic Books Grade Level list, were close to 95 percent right. Kristi not only helped, but kept us supplied with coffee and Danica made friends with another student. Eric found a pleasant place to sit and play games on his IPad while getting used to his new school. All in all, a wonderful way to pass the morning.
With the passing of one hundred years since the days of World War I, I feel it a great time to share this news article about my father’s service. I do not have a date other than 1938 and the knowledge that we lived in Fergus Falls, Minnesota.. I was two years old at the time of this interview I do not have the original news page and the copy that I have is old and brittle. Therefore, I took time to type it out so that it would be more readable. Photo of my father around 1917.
TELLS STORY OF WORLD WAR EXPERIENCES
>Fergus Falls Man Recalls Front Line Telephone Repairs and Close Calls
—————————————————————-Could Not Believe That Armistice Was Signed – Germans Most Anxious for Soap
Crawling through barbed wire entanglements in inky blackness of night, slithering through mud flat on one’s stomach flat on one’s stomach and listening, listening, listening, Always listening for the tread of feet or the whisper of a voice; wishing your heart could not beat so loud – these are memories that make Elmer Shaw of the city feel he would rather meet the enemy in New York instead of fighting on foreign ground.
Shaw spent thirty-three days at the St. Mihiel front, a member of the “sound and flash” ranging detachment with the 29th Engineers Corp. Shaw, then a lineman for the Otter Tail Power Company at Sisseton S. D, enlisted in April 1918 when twenty years of age.
Thought War Great Lark
When he enlisted, like many another youth, he thought he would see plenty of excitement and probably get a thrill out of it. Of course, he knew people said war was horrible, many were killed and wounded, left cripples, but it was great to fight for one’s country and to do something out of the ordinary. First of all he must get across the pond – if he was only lucky enough to get in the first detachment that left his camp. He went first to Minneapolis and by the way on the train that took him into the Cites his seat companion was Reuben Araskog of Fergus Falls and though he has been in Fergus Falls for two years, Mr. Shaw has never happened to meet Mr. Araskog again.
From Minneapolis he was sent to the training camp at St. Louis, Mo. Things looked dark for getting across though, as he was made a super-numeral, which meant that the only chance of getting into the fight was in the event that some-one else was taken ill and couldn’t leave.
There was a different feeling about war through the South – a feeling that made you realize war wasn’t just a lark. Memories of the Civil war still lingered there and on the faces of the southerners one could see that they had a realization of what war meant. They were loyal to their country, ready to fight, but only because it was their duty, not for the fun of it.
Reaches the Front
Finally, “opportunity” knocked at the door and he was sent across to France and pushed right up to the St. Mihiel sector where some of the bitterest fighting took place. For thirty-three days he lived at the front, never knowing which moment would be his last.
It was the duty of the “sound and flash” ranging detachment of eight men to keep the telephone system in repair, to tell by the sound of the guns their distance from the allies’ sector and to get their range by the flashes.
Shoot, First, Ask Questions Afterwards When a connection broke it was up to the telephone man to go out and make repairs. If it was possible to get through in daylight, he was ordered out, and sometimes he didn’t come back. More often the repair work was done at night. All the thrill of war was forgotten when the order came for Shaw and a member of his detachment to go out and repair a break under the cover of night. The repair men were sent out in twos, one 400 feet behind the other so that if the first one was shot or captured the other might have a chance to make a getaway. The repair man feared not only the enemy but the Allied soldiers as well, as he made his way through the maze of wire entanglements. At night the order to shoot first and ask questions afterwards was given to all soldiers as in the darkness it was not possible to distinguish a uniform. May times the enemy cut the phone wire and then waited for the arrival of the repairman, in order to take him prisoner in hoping to obtain information.
Wished Heart Would Stop BeatingOn one dark night as Shaw climbed across the maze of barbed wire he heard a sound of approaching feet. He dropped to the ground flat on his stomach and listened as the tramp, tramp, tramp came nearer and nearer. His heart beat faster and faster, and he admits he was scared – scared white. There were no bands playing now, no flags waving to keep up his courage. He was all alone, and he wished his heart would stop beating as it made so much noise he feared the on-coming soldiers would hear it. His watch ticked too loudly too and the few minutes he lay there waiting and listening seemed like hours. Then a column of shadowy figures passed within twenty feet of him and disappeared in the night and he resumed his search for the broken wire, made the repair and returned to his company. Foggy days were generally good days for making repairs, but on one occasion the fog suddenly cleared and two members of his detachment found themselves only 400 feet from the enemy. They dropped into a shell hole and remained there until under the shelter of darkness they finished their job.
Did Not Live in TrenchesAsked if he lived in the trenches all the time during the thirty-three days he stayed at the front, Shaw said he did not and neither did any of the soldiers. There were three lines so-to-speak. The machine guns were in the front line, behind them the trenches and back of them the heavy reserve corps headquarters where the soldiers were stationed. It was two miles from the reserve corps headquarters to the machine gun line. The guns held off the enemy advance until the reserve corps arrived. Food was taken to the soldiers twice daily, the cooking all being done some distance back of the line. During an attack it was delivered by donkeys and a two wheel cart to the trenches. If the donkey and its driver were hit by a shell there was no food that day. When the food arrived it was reheated at times in a trench kitchen which was concealed by three doors covered with blankets so that no sigh of light from the kitchen would reach the outside.
Couldn’t Believe the Armistice Was Signed“How did you fellows feel up there when the Armistice was signed?” “Most of us couldn’t realize it for at least forty-eight hours. Some thought it was just a trick on the part of the enemy and that war would be resumed at any time. Even the loads of ammunition continued to pour into our sector for two days after peace was declared.” When they were convinced the war was ended some of the soldiers crossed to the German camps or met them half way between lines and collected souvenirs. One could get almost anything from a German for a bar of soap, as they had used sand instead of soap to wash with for a long time. The bandages they wore were made of paper, as their supply of cotton had long since been exhausted. Only about half a mile separated the Allies and the Germans on the day when the Armistice was signed. “The Germans were on three sides of us and might have taken us in time, but they would have run into plenty of opposition.” Mr. Shaw returned to America in April 1919 and was mustered out. He resumed work on power lines for a few years. For the last fifteen years he has been with the Northwestern Bell Telephone Co. and was transferred from Crookston to Fergus Falls two years ago. He fears that things are not settled in Europe and that Hitler is just biding his time and will embroil the world in a war at a later date. ‘Chamberlain didn’t stop the war, he just delayed the date,” said Mr. Shaw. Asked if he would be willing to fight again to defend his country, he said, “Yes I’d go if I was needed, but not for the thrill this time, and I don’t believe in fighting on foreign soil. I would rather wait and meet the enemy when it arrives in New York.”