|Centenary Candlelight Service 2014|
1. Tomorrow is Pearl Harbor Day: take a moment to remember those who lost their lives in service that day and in the days following. One of the things on my bucket list is to visit the Pearl Harbor Memorial one day. Even in her last few years, my mother would still tear up and struggle to talk about the friends she lost that day. Here's a fellow that was there:
Bombs were dropped on surrounding Ameican aircrafts, except the planes in the photographic squadron Pouyadou belonged to. "Our aircrafts were able to get up and start taking pictures," Pouyadou said.
He stepped into action and helped survivors get medical assistance.
"There were bodies everywhere. We were leaving the dead and picking up the people we thought we could save their lives," Pouyadou said.
As Pouyadou opened the door of the dispensary, headed out with a stretcher carried with the assistance of his partner, he heard the whistling of a bomb.
He yelled at his partner to jump as the bomb hit the dispensary, but the bomb did not go off.
"It was a dud. That's the only reason he's alive," said Becky Pardue, Pouyadou's daughter, as she sat next to her father Friday evening listening to his story.
But there's progress. I saw a similar display this year and no tears. Some sadness and longing, but no tears.
It's a process, I guess. I'm okay.
About six months after mom died I got an email from a reader who told me she just couldn't read my blog until I quit grieving so publicly about my loss. It sounds harsh, I guess, and I was taken aback at first, but she was right. It was a sort of virtual "Snap out of it!" moment that I needed. I still grieved, but in private. Nobody wants to read about how sad you are, right?! Anyway, Christmas is a difficult time of year for everyone who has lost someone close, and I'm more conscious of that now than I used to be. All this forced cheer and merriment sometimes is rough. But we make new traditions and memories and forge ahead.
3. To that end, Steve and I went to the Centenary College annual Candlelight Service at Brown Chapel last night -- why have I never done this before?! I've lived in the shadow of this college my entire life and have never attended this event. It was simply lovely, the choir sounded like angels, and the moment at the end of the service when the lights go down and the chapel is filled with congregants holding lighted candles and singing "Silent Night" was surreal. Such a feeling of peace! The only thing that would have made it better would have been to walk out of the little chapel and find snow, but we got fog. It's enough. It was wonderful.
4. I'm deep into this book I'm working on about Cammie Henry and Melrose Plantation. She's simply enchanted and fascinated me and so it goes. I spent most of last summer in the archives at Northwestern in Natchitoches and have made a few trips this fall. The Melrose collection there is massive and I'm reading my way through a great deal of it as it relates to Cammie and the Melrose group. At home I have dozens of books I've collected for research and spend my time reading and studying those. I've got a couple of good systems going for organizing all this information (and it's massive!), but we're still quite a ways away from a finished book. I'm trying to be very thorough and I'm so OCD about things I check and cross-check everything. I'm optimistically saying another year, but it may be two. Or longer.
5. This is my favorite time of year at work -- we have Senior Project presentations next week. My kids have worked so hard, and I've driven them like a mad woman. It's so stressful for them but the payoff is after the presentations and they all feel such confidence and pride. Senior Project has its drawbacks -- we lose a lot of time for literature with it, but at this particular time of the process, I really like it. Just filled with pride for my students!
6. Mary Landrieu is going to lose her job today. Prediction. I need to go vote.
7. The news nationwide is so depressing I just can't even bring myself to blog it right now. The Ferguson thing and the Eric Garner case in New York -- everyone else is weighing in on those and my little voice will contribute nothing. I have strong feelings in both cases but I'm keeping them to myself. Both are incredibly polarizing. I will say this: the race-baiters like Sharpton and Jackson make me go ballistic. Angry, angry, angry. Why can't people see that they are simply stirring up emotions for the purpose of lining their own pockets? I loathe them.
8. Lots of you have asked about the outcome of our incident with the SPD storming into our home and pointing a gun at Steve's heart: no word from the Internal Affairs investigation yet. I'm not sure what their timeline is on these investigations but I will note that it's been over a month, now. We were told we would be notified of the outcome, so we shall see. I'll keep you posted. Everytime someone knocks on my door unexpectedly now I almost jump out of my skin. It's getting better, but that was just CRAZY!
I think that covers my loose ends for now. It's a quiet morning here at Casa SIGIS so I'm going to make another cup of coffee and try to work on my Cammie project.
Stay in touch! Is anybody still out there?