Dentist appointment at 8AM this morning so there was no sleeping in.   Roxie started nagging me at about 5:30AM but as I told her, I will not be leaving that bed before 6:00AM.  She ate all her morning food, so she was seriously hungry this morning.

All was well at the dentist and I now officially have the cleanest teeth in the family unless someone sneaked a cleaning in later in the day.

After the appointment, I went to the Exchange Bank for coffee and a scone.   About a month ago, I had stopped for coffee and one morning and bought some Alterra whole bean decaf.   When I got home, I couldn't find it anywhere,  I assumed that I had somehow knocked it off the seat when I opened the door somewhere.  SO I decided to try again.    When I went in and started looking at the coffee to choose my kind of decaf, the server asked if I had purchased a package about a month ago and forgotten it.    I couldn't believe it.    They remembered and saved it for me.    The owner even exchanged the package every week so it wouldn't get stale.    Do you believe that!   Now you know why I am so comfortable there.  

I was able to keep busy all afternoon with things around the house.   I left for Mother's house at about 5PM to meet Jeff and Kathy to go with them to a friend, Lynn Carpenter's funeral.    I am so glad I went.  The Carpenters are good friends of the Deeley's.    Lynn was bartender at his dad, Dale Carpenter's bar, called Dale's for years and years.   They always had corned beef and cabbage on St. Patrick's Day and every year, Lynn would bring two plates to Mom and Dad.    What a guy.    A good addition to heaven.    Missed by his family.

So it was a very eventful day and I am glad it is over.     Tomorrow, I will be home all day except for going out to Rhine to finish my targets for pistol league.    One of my neighbors, Bonnie, is coming with me.    That'll be fun.

So.  Rest well.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

So far the day has been so good.   I guess it is silly to say - so far -   Mostly whether the day is good of bad is up to us.

I started this morning slowly which is always nice.   At about 10AM, I drove over to the Custom Trophy place to pick up the two plates for Dick's urn and for the flag case.   They look so nice.  I now feel settled.   I went too early and had to come back.   When I told my neighbors we all got to laughing because I told them Dick was in the front seat of the van.   They agreed that it was nice that he could get out for a bit.   He would have loved that.

Yesterday, he would have been 83 years old.   I did not celebrate, I did not mourn.   I decided just to wish happy birthday in my heart and get on with the day.   Worked just fine.

I worked on the cookbook a good part of the day and I have decided to sort my major projects into the file cabinet that Dick and I got years ago.  We never did use it very efficiently but I know I can make it work.

Well, the rest of the day has passed, I just got home from a Poetry Circle at Mead Library.   We heard a lot of really good poetry tonight.    A couple of our attendees with a reporter from the area are going to use some art space at EBCO to show off printed poetry with four separated times when poets will be there and with a reading and nibbly things the opening night.    I will submit 3 or so of my poems and see what happens.

There has been an increase in the family in the last month.   Leslie, my daughter, was contacted by a group who contact birth mothers, upon request, and will ask if they would like to meet their birth children.    Well, Leslie had wondered all these years, 35 of them, how things had gone for the daughter she allowed to be adopted.   So, she said that she indeed would be delighted to be connected with her.    And they have spoken on the phone several times.     Her name is Courtney  and she is happily married to a wonderful guy.   They have an almost 3 year old boy named Cooper and  Courtney is going to give birth to twins in July.    Leslie is going out to help after the twins come.   Kind of exciting.   I have another granddaughter and great grandson, just like that and will have two more great grandkids in two months.   WOW

Pretty Cool!

Dia Dhuit

Mary

I took a walk this evening again.    I probably wouldn't have but Richard and Brenda called to check in.   We caught up a bit and then they said they were going out to walk because it was so sunny and nice out there.    They made me jealous so I went for a walk too.

Little League baseball is beginning so I watched a team practicing for a while.    It brought back such sweet memories of the years that Bret and Bart played Little League ball in Huntington Beach.   Several years,   I always volunteered to keep score.

I was home all morning and really got a lot done.   It is such fun to be crossing things off of my lists.  Then, after lunch, I went to the Kettle Country Quilter's meeting.  I helped a couple of people who decided to try the Cathedral Window Pattern get the pattern down.   We have an eventful year ahead.   Next month we are having a pot luck.    We want to make pincushions for the members of the Elkhart Lake club when we host them for a joint meeting in September.     I made the mistake of saying that I thought I was reading the pattern differently than everybody else and didn't think we needed felt, so I have to make one to see.    One step at a time, you know.

Tomorrow, I can pick up the flag, with its nameplate, that we received at Dick's funeral.   I am also bringing the urn to have a plate put on it.    Then I think it is finished.   

A spring haiku for you.

Up

Raptor flying high
Up over the fairy field
Spirit and beauty.

by me

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Visit with Bret

Bret on the porch of his Mobile home  

Bret getting his "hair done" at the party
 

Bret and Janet - isn't she lovely?
 

Jacquie - My ex sister in law

Doris another ex sister in law

Dick Johnston, my ex

My Tony's grave.  I left him a shell.

Monday again.   And it was very filled as usual.    I started off meeting my friend, Bob Fleming, for breakfast at the Point.   It was their special potato pancake day, so I ate them.    Bob and I caught up on what we are up to and I was able to share the St. Kevin stitchery which I finished last night with him.    He is such an artist and he tole me he really liked it which made me feel great.

I also shared it with the Bible Study.    There were 8 of us there today, almost all.    It was a good study.  We found out that Psalm 116, which we are in the middle of studying, is read at every  Passover meal and that because of that it is read at the Holy Thursday service.    We covered a lot of ground but still have a bit more on that one.  We found a big correlation between the Psalm and the Last days of Jesus' life through the Resurrection.

Next, I went over to Mother's.   She seemed a bit shaky but was very perky and we got her bills paid and had time for a good visit.   She told me the cutest story.   We were talking about the son of a friend who jumped off of a second story balcony after tying a cape around his neck like Superman (He didn't get hurt too badly and grew up with more sense.)   Mother told me that when she was a little girl, she tried to fly too.    She pinned some bird feathers to the shoulders of her dress and jumped out of a tree.  She was not hurt either and found out that she couldn't fly either.

I worked on several computer projects this afternoon and this evening went to the Plymouth Arts Center to practice for Springtime on Broadway, which will be on May 17 - 18.    If any of you want to go there are tickets left and we would like a good audience.    Bobbie and Bill are coming.   You can call me or the Plymouth Arts Center at 920-892-8409.

Home again.   It is my bedtime.   At least that is what Roxie is telling me.    She is glad I am home.   She always complains at me if I go out.

Tomorrow is the Quilt Club meeting.

Sleep tight.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

What a wonderful day.    I went to Mass in Sheboygan Falls at Blessed Trinity because there was the Mass for Dick today.    Nobody told me it was also First Communion Sunday so the Mass went on and on and on.   I really did not mind as I do enjoy watching the little kids processing in and looking so beautiful and handsome as they go through the ceremony.   I was afraid that Mother would think I had forgotten her.    Then I almost did.   I forgot to get her communion when I went up for mine and had to go and get the key from the chapel and wait till the pictures of all those kids standing in front of the altar were taken before I could get into the tabernacle to get the host.  

Mom was not the least bit concerned and was ready for her communion when I got there.    I picked up a picture of Mother that Dolores found somewhere and had copied for us.   She is very young and wearing this cute hat kind of cocked over one eye.  I can see why Dad fell for her.

I did go out shooting this afternoon.   Now I only have two more targets to shoot and can get them done next Friday.    One of my neighbors, Bonnie, said that she would like to come with me.   That will be fun.   She has pistols so I am assuming that she knows how to shoot.

This next week is starting to get pretty well filled up.   There is something going on every day.    I don't like that at all.   But dental appointments and funerals are adding to some of the usual things.  

So tomorrow , bible study, Mom and practice for that concert at the Plymouth Art Center.   I realized that I will miss the bust up party for the pistol league because of that concert.   Should have checked that out.   Oh Well, I am enjoying singing with a group again.

Bless you all

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Wow.   What a day.    The sun shone, the sky was blue.   I had the doors open almost all day and here it is close to 7PM and they are still open.

I brought in the herbs from the garage and put them out on the porch.   It was so nice out there that I decided to take a walk.   I went on one of Chelsea and my favorite.   Down Tallgrass to Highland, Highland to Valley,   Valley to the end of Lone Oak park and through the park and over the railroad tracks home.    Sure felt good.   I do miss my little ball of white fur walking with me.   Someday, I will have another doggy.    Not right now though.

I sewed on the Kevin wallhanging this afternoon.    All I need to put on it now are the birds and the label.    I will have to go to the Sewing Basket to pick up another printable label, because I want the story of Kevin as well as my name and the completion date.

You can see from the previous blog that I figured out how "again" how to blog pictures from Picasa, the program that I place all my pictures in.  

The first one is  the statue across from the Oklahoma City disaster memorial.  It is called Jesus Wept and was put there by a church.    The second is Michelle and Jim at lunch.    The third is me holding a rattlesnake.   The fourth is Jim, Michelle, Barbara and my great granddaughters, Adria and Abigail.   (aren't they beautiful?)  Next is Bart, framed by Leo and Lily on the back of the couch.   And last is Barbara at the Memorial.

Now I have figured out how to send them with the changes in Picasa, you will get pictures more often.

Hope you are having a great weekend too.    Tomorrow I will be going to Mass at Blessed Trinity.   There is a Mass being celebrated for Dick and I want to be there.    I will also take communion to Mother.

So time to wind down for the night.  Til tomorrow.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Oklahoma

 

 

 

 

 

 

A rainy day.    It poured most of the morning and kept raining most of the day.   It was still sprinkling when Warren and Nancy picked me up to go shooting at Rhine.  I was terrible this week.    The first two targets were a disgrace.    I don't know if it is because I am unsteady, or my arm is weak or concentration, but I will keep at it until I work my way out of it.

I spent the majority of the day making the editorial changes that Bobbie suggested to the cookbook.    I got it all done.   As I reviewed everything myself while in Oklahoma very carefully,  I just needed another fresh eye to look at things.    I am so thankful that she was willing to do that for me.

But.  It took the whole day, except for breaks to eat and catch up on email.  

So I will be going to bed at 8PM to read again.    This seems to work to get me settled and asleep by 9:30 or 10.

I still wake up a lot but it is getting better.

Bless you all and I love you all

Dia Dhuit

Mary

A very strange day.     It was supposed to be cold, in the 40s and perhaps it was, but there was no wind this morning when I left and I quickly shed my jacket.  

I had an appointment with Heather for a massage.   It was really pleasant.   She concentrated on my neck and shoulders and knees as that is where I experience the most pain.  We will see.  

Bobbie and I met at Field and Fork for lunch before going to Mead to give Dick's plaque to Mark.   They will get it hung in the new adult event room and will be arranging for an official dedication.   That is the room that I go to for Karl Elder's Poetry Corner, so I will take a picture when it is hung and post it for all to see.   Or - you can go to the Library.

I dropped the quilt that I have been mending off at Mother's on the way home.   She was so glad to see it as we are, despite the late cold getting on to summer and she uses this quilt in the summer, you know.    She doesn't like her routines messed with.

On the way home it started to rain and it poured for quite some time.    As a matter of fact we had a pretty impressive thunder storm.   Roxie was not pleased.

Bobbie has finished editing my cookbook and gave me the corrected hard copies so that I can update them on the computer and get them submitted.   

I have an interesting little story about a recipe that I have included in the cookbook.   I think that MOST of you know that there are two family chilies and also two family potato salads that Dick and I would use.   One his and one mine.   We liked one as much as the other so sometimes Dick would make his chili and sometimes I would make mine and I made whichever potato salad I was in the mood for. 

Bobbie is editing my book and asked why I don't have onion in my Kunert Potato Salad.    I told her that I got the recipe from Leslie and didn't recall onions.    So.  Bobbie checked with Leslie who said she always puts onions in hers and was sure she had put it on the recipe card.    I was puzzled as I couldn't figure out how I would have been wrong for 25 years or so.  So.  I looked and there are no onions on my recipe card.   So.  I called Leslie and asked her why she was "holding out on me."   We both had a good laugh about that and are trying to figure out how I got it past her Dad for 25 years.   I guess I was just good about cutting the potatoes really small.

So that's the story.


Dia Dhuit

Mary

I got to be home all day today and it was so beautiful outside that I left the doors open all day too.   I understand that a cold front is coming through and we will be back down to the 40s tomorrow.   So I will have to hang on to today and remember how nice the 70s are hen it is cloudy and cold.

I got a lot done today.    I finally sent a newsletter to the Sheboygan Branch of CWI.   I worked on the St. Kevin Wallhanging which I want to have done by Tuesday,  I made several phone calls and only have to redo a couple of them tomorrow.

Roxie was quite pleased to have me here all day.   Today is the first day of Bealtaine, or Beltane, celebrated halfway between the spring equinox and the summer solstice.  It is the beginning of summer in Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man and was lavishly celebrated in the days of old.  Perhaps we should return  to some of these celebrations as they make us aware of the seasons and the world around us.    The "green movement" should look into this.

Tomorrow I will be out again in the middle of the day.   But Friday I can be home until at least 5PM when I am going to shoot pistol league.

So a lot was finished and a lot is left to do.  

Til tomorrow

Dia Dhuit

Mary   

Today, the thermometer that reads off of our bedroom, read 89 degrees for the top.   Wow.   The wind was blowing like crazy most of the afternoon too.    It was really too heavy and hot to open things up, so I have the doors open now to take advantage of fresh.

It was trash day.   I slept much better last night, but it took a while to get to sleep and I didn't want to get up.    I finally dragged myself out at 8:30AM.    I took out the trash and got ready for my errands.

Stopped at the bank to deposit a couple of checks, then off to the Review office to put in an add to try to sell the sit to stand and Dick's desk.   I timed it perfectly as my eye doctor appointment with Dr. Cheryl was at 10:30AM.    I was there on a great day.    A special half price frame day and once I get my new glasses, I can have new lenses put in the frames I have now for half price.     I knew I would need new glasses as I could really tell that my right eye had lost a lot.     Dr. Cheryl was a bit surprised at the difference but as she said some years are like that.

I did my grocery shopping on the way home.    Forgot cat litter but I just replaced everything yesterday so I won't have to worry about that for a while anywsy.

This afternoon, I worked on the Kevin wall hanging, straightened out things on the desk and prioritized.   I always have immediate chores after coming home from the Gathering and need to have some of them done by the end of the week for Maureen to get into the quarterly newsletter.

Anyway I need a priority list and fast because as you all know. lists help me work better and faster.

But this day is over and I am going to bed to read for a while.

Talked to Suzi, one of my Kunert nieces, today,  I am going to stay with her on the Friday of Irishfest and she and I will go to the Fest on Saturday.    I am going back on Sunday too.   Jessica said she wants to join me.    So she will have two days to choose from.   Both if she wants.  She and Suzi would have fun together.
  
Dia Dhuit

Mary  

A typical Monday made busier now because of the two hour practice at 6:30PM for the concert at Plymouth Art Center on May 16 - 17.   By the way, it is called Springtime on Broadway and features lots of really good music.   I am glad that we have three more practices.    I am not all that confident yet.

This morning there were 7 of us at Bible Study.     We had a lively discussion on Psalm 116 about why death is feared and how much trust and faith can help when someone close leaves us.  We do help each other out a lot.    I have them praying for everybody who needs it.

Then to Mother's.  We got her bills paid and had plenty of time to visit.   I told her some of the events of the weekend.   I showed her my new fox ring carved out of Amazonite and about the play.

This afternoon I worked on sorting things out for the rest of the week and paying some bills of my own.

So.   Tomorrow I will have a busy morning, but then will be able to stay home until  Thursday.   Yee Ha.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Home from a successful, entertaining and educational Celtic Annual Meeting, or as we often refer to it as our Spring Fling.

Kate, Felisha and I left for St.  Charles at 8AM on Friday.   We figured we would get there by noon but St. Charles is a hard place to fine.   My Garmin did not even recognize the name.  Then there was the quest for the Hotel Baker.  I found that trip discouraging.    We finally arrived shortly before 1PM and were in time for the noon board meeting which had been put off to accommodate some other late comers.  

It was a busy afternoon beginning with the board meeting.  We met for a reception at the Hotel Baker and then proceeded across the street to McNally's Traditional Irish Pub for dinner.   Back at the hotel, a few of us intrepid souls gathered in Gail's room for a bit of wine, snacks and Bailey's.

Saturday morning we had our Annual meeting and installation of new Directors and Officers.    Following the meeting and a short break our member Maureen Smith gave us a lecture on Accessing Works of History,Literature and Arts Online.    With Tons of Sites to explore.   Janet said, something like oh great, now we will never get any sleep.

Lunch was at the Hotel Baker which is an historic hotel.    It is lovely but our bathroom was just plain inconvenient.

The lunch was good.   The sandwich I ordered was a Portabella mushroom sandwich.   I was surprised at two things.   1.  It was cold.   But the mushroom was delicious so that was OK.   However 2.  It was on a croissant which had been refrigerated and refrigerated crousants are really gicky.     However (again) the dessert was wonderful.    A scoop of ice cream with a lava cake.   Let me tell you this, Jim, so you can tinker with your recipe.    The "lava"  had a black cherry background, maybe cherry liquor in the filling?  It was SO good.

Our afternoon program was entitled Irish Round Towers and Today's Gardner, presented by a farme, Bill Scheffler.   I have a lot of studying to do with that.

We were on our own after that until about 7:30 when we walked across the street again, this time to the Steel Beam Theater to enjoy The Seafarer by Colon Mc Pherson.   I was up for Tony awards around 2006 and was SO good.    It was a typical kind of dark rough Irish play but as Maureen Smith said, she finally saw an Irish Play with a happy ending.    We loved it.

Today we had out Scattering Ceremony at 9AM at the Hotel, then Kate, Felicia and me went to St. Patrick Catholic Church down the street for Mass.   Lovely Mass and we talked to some people after the service.   I gave my card to a lovely young Conner girl who was at Mass with her sister and Dad.   The three of us then went downstairs as the church must have known we were coming and were serving donuts and coffee in the downstairs hall.      We sat with some of the parishioners and had a fun time with them before we headed out.    This time the Garmin worked and as there was less traffic and a much shorter area being worked on a Sunday, we made it home by 4PM.

I am exhausted but feel very good about the weekend and the experiences I had and the people I spent that time with.

I presented a short biography of St. Maughold, the patron saint of the Isle of Man at the scattering ceremony along with a piece of Brigid Cloth and the legend of Brat Bhride for them.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Here is the story of the saint.   

ST. MAUGHOLD OF THE ISLE OF MAN

(Died c.488)

(Also known as Macaille,, Maccaldus, Machalus, Machaoi, Machella, Maghor, Mawgan, Maccul, Macc Cuill)

FEAST DAY

APRIL 27

(Formerly December 28, and sometimes listed as April 25, August 15. or November 15)

Legend says that Maughold was an Irish prince and also the captain of a band of thieves.

He was converted by St. Patrick himself. The tale goes that he tried to make a fool of St Patrick. He placed one of his crew, living of course, in a shroud than called for Patrick to bring the man back to life. Patrick came, placed a hand on the shroud and departed. When Maughold and his crew opened the shroud, the man was dead. A friend of Maughold, named Connor, rushed to Patrick and apologized. Patrick returned, baptized the assembled men and blessed the deceased who immediately arose and was himself baptized. Then Patrick read Maughold the riot act, telling him that he should be helping his men lead good lives and told him that he had to make up for his evil.

St. Patrick put him in a coracle, a small, round boat lined with skins, and set him adrift. He landed on the Isle of Man and was greeted by Conindrus and Romulus, Patrick's disciples on Man. The story adds that upon landing he was to fetter his feet and throw the key in the ocean. The two disciples found him worthy and he was eventually ordained. Shortly after his ordination the keys to his fetters were found in the belly of a fish, He was appointed bishop when the two disciples died.

He was known for his kindness to the Manx people. Many sites around the island bear his name.

Apparently, there is no special celebration of the saint on the Isle of Man or anywhere else. Perhaps because of the fact that he seems to have five possible feast days and even more names.

Well, another busy day,  mainly at home.

I did go out at about 10AM.   I picked up flowers to place on our Courtney's grave as tomorrow would be her birthday.   I forgot my camera but it is a love bouquet of cut flowers.     A beautiful variety of spring colors including a yellow tulip and a pink rose.    It is beautiful.

I stopped at Mother's for just a minute so that I could get her praying for Bart and for his mother in law Marlise.  AND.  I talked to Loraine Schaap today and found out that Gerald Ziegler, a cousin, passed away last Saturday.    Mother and I were just talking about him a couple of weeks ago, wondering how he was doing.  So I wanted to let her know.

I spent the rest of the day packing and coordinating things for a short presentation that I will be giving and also working on the book and the St. Kevin wall hanging.

I took a short nap this afternoon but I want to get to be early as we will be leaving here at about 8AM so that Kate and Felicia and I can be in St. Charles by noon for the board meeting.

Roxie, of course, will not be happy, but Jan and Don, my neighbors are delighted to feed her for me and their grandsons will help on Friday night.    They love Roxie and she will enjoy the company.

So early to bed, early to rise.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

Special requests for prayer

First:   Good news but it will involve over a month of various surgeries for Bart.    They are finally doing something about the stimulator that he has implanted in his back for pain that has not been working properly.    May 1st, they will remove the whole unit.    On or about May 14, they will be testing and evaluating the best way to proceed.    On May 24th they will implant the trial unit and in early June, he will have the permanent unit implanted.    This is the new Cadillac of stimulators and we are all feeling that this will provide much relief from Bart's constant pain.

Second:   Bad news.   Marlise Burdine, Barbara's mother, had a lump and has been diagnosed with a malignancy.    Please pray for good results.    She is very frightened.   And so are we.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

I spent most of the day at home but am still so far behind and I leave on Friday morning for St. Charles.

Whew.    Tomorrow I have to pack and find a couple of things that are coming with me.
I picked up Dick's plaque for the library today.    It is just perfect.    I will be so happy when we can present it.

I downloaded the Oklahoma pictures to the computer today and will forward a couple tomorrow.   Right now, I am going to go to bed.

Dia Dhuit

Mary





“God is always for us, he never grows tired. "   Pope Francis

A Busy Day.    I took Roxie to the vet for her dentistry work at 7AM.   Then I came home and sorted mail and papers until it was time to to to Mother's house at 10AM.

Jeff came today also.   A John Swart came to talk to Mother, Jeff and me about the "incident" in 1958 when the United States Air Force bombed us.   John got interested when a cousin of his told him that he had two casings from the incident that John's uncle had found in the cow yard the day after the shooting.   He had kept them all these years and then called John as the cousin had no one to pass them on to.   John has decided to donate them to local museums but needed to document the events to go along with the items.    Mother Jeff and I are thinking that it would be a good idea to donate the model plane and model shell that the Air Force gave to Dad too.

I wrote up my memories of the day and sent them to John for his writeup.  He gave us copies of the newspaper articles etc that he has.   Quite a day.

Here is my writeup.

March 17, 1958

It was March 17^th 1958. The evening of my Grandfather's funeral. I had actually forgotten that those events were connected. We lived at 127 Pinehurst Court, in Sheboygan Falls WI.

We were all home, Mom and Dad, Nora, Tim, Jeff, Dolores, Eileen, George, Matthew, and Randy and me. Also there was a guest. My current boyfriend, James (Jumbo) Martin, who was by the way a Golden Globes champion had joined us for dinner.

We had finished the meal Everybody was just kind of milling around as we always did, Visiting with Jumbo was pleasant and the younger children were playing in small groups downstairs. Usually at that time some of the younger children would go upstairs to play with their toys but with Jumbo there and because of the funeral, they were all hanging around downstairs.

At some point, Tim went upstairs. He wasn't up there long when we heard a huge crash. Mother's first thought was that he had knocked down some huge wardrobe or something. We ran upstairs and there was Tim at the end of the hall staring open mouthed into the bedroom on the left as plaster dust and debris came pouring out of the door.

We all joined him at the door talking like crazy, of course. Tim, totally innocent, was as confused as we were. As the dust settled, we realized that there was a hole in the ceiling of the bedroom and gradually we could see a gouge in the linoleum that was the flooring in the bedroom. Somebody, kind of followed the path and found under one of the beds was a HUGE BULLET.

At this point, Mom and Dad called the police. They arrived quickly, and were as confused as we all were. Dad handed the shell to the policeman and he handled it as nonchalantly as we had been, took a report and left with the shell.

By the next morning, we were informed and heard that at least one more home, I don't remember if there were more, were hit. Recently, I found that two more homes were hit and shells were found in several places. One of the shells did explode, in a closet. Most didn't. My memory is that one shell landed next to a crib where a two year old baby was sleeping.

Later we found out that some of the shells were armed and it was a blessing that they didn't explode and cause more damage and/or human casualties or injury Also there was no explanation as to why none of the planes who had been out over Lake Michigan reported anything unusual or why the shells did not explode on contact. And then we remembered the handling of the loaded shell by the police AND Dad.

One day, when , a limousine with several high ranking officers from the the Air Force came to the house to personally apologize for the incident. They asked for an estimate of the damage and when that was presented, they sent a check to Mom and Dad. Later, the liaison from Milwaukee presented a model of the plane that did the firing and a dud of the bullet for us.

There was a picture in the paper of people pointing to the hole in the bedroom ceiling.

I know that Mom and Dad were paid for the estimate to repair the hole in the roof. The shell came through the roof, penetrated and went through a beam in the ceiling and landed on the bedroom floor skipping almost like skipping stones gauging the linoleum as it hit and landed under one of the beds. Dad had a friend repair the damage and bought a new television with the check.

Memories of that night by Mary Deeley Kunert, eldest daughter of Francis and Mary Deeley .

4/23/2013

After he left the three of us ate lunch.  Kathy sent the greatest sandwiches, salad and pumpkin pie for us.

I picked up Rosie after lunch and came home.   Have been finishing getting caught up, washing, and sewing and now am really ready for bed.    Tomorrow should be pretty quiet.   I need to get ready for the weekend.

Dia Dhuit

Mary

I AM home.   The flight was uneventful.  I walked into the house between 3:30PM and 4PM.

Bobbie had brought Roxie home to greet me.   We just hung out together as I checked messages and did a bit of unpacking.     I know she wants to go to bed now and as I have made it home from the Plymouth Art Center Chorus practice, I AM really ready

Tomorrow, Roxie is getting her teeth cleaned.   I have to have her at the vet by 7:30AM and will pick her up at about 2PM.   Jeff and I will be meeting with Mother and someone who is interested in hearing about the time the Air Force bombed our house in 1957 or 58 when I was young.    I have written down my memories to compare with Mother's and Jeff's.
Should work out fine.

Then I get to stay home til Friday when I will be heading for St. Charles for the CWI Annual Meeting.

Sleep tight everybody.

DiaDhuit

Mary

This is my last night in Oklahoma.    Tomorrow will be a travel day ending with coming home to my Roxie and then going for a two hour practice for the Art Center concert.     I figure I will not tell you much about the trip tomorrow.   But will let you know that I am home.

As Robbie says in his song.    Glad to be returning but sad to have to go.

Dia Dhuit

Mary