This Veterans Day I offer a toast to my Uncle Richard. He was a very young soldier in 1943 when he was called upon to invade Sicily and fight the Nazis there.
On average everyone in his unit was killed three times, so 300% casualties. It’s not clear how he survived, although he has a great debt to an older sergeant who looked after him. A lot of things in life have been more difficult than they should have been since then.
Since that time he has maintained a continuous, loyal, and upright middle finger at any kind of authority, without exception. He’s a photographer and painter and retired from teaching. I believe he was something of a thorn in the side of university administrators during his career.
Uncle Dick, I’m sorry for the unholy amount of suffering you had to endure, and I salute you for being a model of rebellion and creative success. Bottoms up!
In my father’s novel Bull Fire, the four holidays that most cultures share are named as follows:
The Greater Sunstop
The Lesser Sunstop
Happy Pandemonium, everyone!
I knew Philip Pullman was a fan of my dad’s work; an interview with him that ended up in The Week caused some friendly interest and was much appreciated.
Apparently he’s really, really a fan. Woo!
Sometimes a series of things about us goes through my head and I just start giggling. This morning very early, lying awake and looking at the bookshelf of books signed by their authors, it was:
My father wrote a novel about an opera singer in the 1900s who could switch genders. Gender reversal or sudden gender-related surprises occur in two other novels of his.
When I was a kid, my brother made improbably huge kites out of PVC pipe and trash bags. They flew.
Because of my dad’s weird job my associations for literary figures are things like: I had to jump-start that guy’s car twice! Oh yeah, his wife called us at 3 am sobbing in Arabic about the water heater! That dude fed us lobster and played too much Eubie Blake at us! It’s not like name-dropping exactly because with a few exceptions the general public hasn’t heard of these people. But it makes me feel weird looking at book spines.
Our front door knocker is a bronze woman’s hand.
My father wrote a novel in which the love interest is a blowup doll.
My great aunt Zelda didn’t marry until retirement and was a doctor instead. She may well have been the first person to administer penicillin in Los Angeles.
My father wrote a novel in which someone is trying to complete the unfinished tenth symphony of the character in someone else’s novel.
Okay that’s enough for now. We’re weird.
I scanned in some of my parents’ 1950s jazz record covers. My favorite so far is the back page of a flexi-disc magazine called Sonorama from 1959. It’s an ad for a perfume called “Rock ‘n’ Roll” and the artist is Salvador Dali!
Others are under the cut
1. How to get extra treats:
2. How to deflate to one half inch thick and grow to nine feet long and still remain cute:
3. How to be firm yet cute in demanding that various apes do exactly as you require:
Pouss rolled herself up in the comforter for +10 cute points.
My father would have been 85 on Friday. He died in 1993. I still miss him. But he had a good life and left behind some good books. Can’t ask for more. This is him in 1943 as a very young naval officer.
My greatsomething grandfather Jacob arrived in the American colonies from Darmstadt-Hesse, Germany in about 1750 as an indentured servant. His brother Sebastian apparently bugged out and headed home at the end of his service, but Jacob liked it enough to stay in “Pennsylvanian Dutch” country with the other Germans. My family has had a presence in Lancaster County since, and in Ohio.
Family legend was that Jacob served in the Revolutionary War. My brother confirmed this a few years ago doing genealogy. I decided to take it a step further and contacted the National Archives’ Military Records Department. If you’re the relative of a U.S. veteran you can get anything they have, as far back as they have it, at a reasonable price. So, for $17 I requested and got Jacob’s records: the index card in his file and two pay stubs indicating his service and what he got for it. It looks like the pay was a bit late, but he got interest on it. There may have been a land donation, too. And of course, citizenship, since that’s not an issue when you’re on the startup team. Scans are below the cut, or in this flickr set.
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