Sunday, April 18, 2010

all in a day

Went a memorial mass yesterday for the wife of a close friend who succumbed to cancer exactly twenty years ago. The friend is also a deacon of the church where we gathered. He gave a homily which told of his wife's ability to be present, to put aside distractions, worries, and the nags of daily chores and simply be present, listening and responding — attending — to whatever it might be that another person needed of her at a moment, a particular moment in time. He went on to say his new spiritual adviser asked him to lay out his daily routine. He began explaining his work as teacher, his duties as deacon, his responsibilities as a elected commissioner for his neighborhood, his volunteer work in Cub Scouting, and quite a bit more. He said he made time for daily religious observance, every evening without fail and mornings as often as he could. The adviser cut him short and said he needed to give himself time for meditation; not doing something, but not doing. We in the pews sighed in agreement with the spiritual adviser when our friend got to this part of the homily. We rely on him to bring us together, as he faithfully, does three or four times a year, at the same time we realize that his devotion to our social welfare in providing festive occasions for our periodic gathering together is not a burden that we ourselves could take on.

At the buffet lunch he provided after the ceremony a young guy asked what I'm up to these days. My life is much less full than our mutual friend's (actually his uncle, my friend). I gave a brief outline of my routine and thought how easy it is for me to make time for meditation in my life.

Maybe partly as a result of that conversational exchange, today I found myself busier than usual. I did my usual morning tracking of internet locations that had updated since the day before. I found a page to link to on Facebook. I worked on a draft blog post that has been giving me trouble. I rehung the hanging geraniums on our back porch so they can be more easily seen outside our kitchen door. I mowed the lawn. I went off to do some shopping at our local Trader Joe foodstore. On return, putting my bike away, I heard a hissing that told me my rear tire was going flat. I ate my lunch and then worked on the tire (it only needed a new tube) and gave the bike some extra cleaning while the wheel was off.

Then, because on my way home for TJ I'd seen some pressure-treated, eight-foot 4x4 pieces of wood out for pick up I went in the car and collected these two timbers thinking I'd use them as a barrier between the lower part of our yard and one section of our uphill neighbor's, where a discharge pipe from a basement sump pump has been issuing an intermittent stream even in dry weather. I didn't think I could do more than mitigate the swampy condition but thought I'd do this simple thing as a first step while she decides whether to put in a dry well to solve the problem altogether. I picked up the wood and carted it home. It needed some disassembly since its previous use had been in supporting an fairly big and elaborate arbor. This I did and then prepared the muddy earth where I'd lay the timbers and put them in place. Realizing I needed some extra turf to support them and improve the water barrier, I did a second project: moving a concrete pad from our far back yard (where no longer needed) to a spot by our garage (where it could serve a useful purpose). The concrete is about two foot square by about four inches deep. I removed earth from the target location and used it with the barrier timbers and then installed the stepping stone in its new home.

There's no moral to this story. I was a bit sore when I completed my afternoon exercise routine and a bit thoughtful about the odd day, like this one, that contains somewhat more busy-ness than usual.

This image shows six of the eight bolts I removed in disassembling the arbor to get my timbers. I thought they might be photogenic and that's really the reason I wrote all this.


I recommend that you click this image to see a full-screen view; or, if you wish, click this link to view at highest resolution.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

April 15th, the aftermath

Philip Gentry, whose pleasurable blog I quoted the other day, was born 38 years and a day after me. He explains in this blog post: Thursday, April 15, 2010 : Speaking of April. The post includes these photos of events which began on the 14th and carried over to the day of his birth.


{Gentry's caption: The sinking of the Titantic, in 1912, which hit the iceberg on the 14th but succumbed on the 15th.}


{caption: The death of Abraham Lincoln in 1865--similarly, he was shot on the 14th but succumbed on the 15th}

He adds, somewhat as I did, "On the plus side, it's also the birthday of Leonardo da Vinci (1452), Emma Watson (1990) and myself! (1980)"

Friday, April 16, 2010

April 14, a memorable day

As it happens, this year's anniversary of my birth was remarkable not only for the many memorable events of years past but also for three that occurred during those twenty-four hours.

Item One

A giant green Nighttime fireball came crashing down through the atmosphere over Wisconsin and neighboring states at 10:07pm or thereabouts.

This shows the meteor as it begins to enter the atmosphere.

{image captured around 10:07 p.m., April 14 by a camera mounted on the northwest corner of the Atmospheric and Oceanic Sciences Building on the University of Wisconsin-Madison campus}


This shows the dazzling flash as the object burnt up.

{same source}


This comes from a video recording made (inadvertently) by the dashboard camera of a police vehicle in Howard County, Iowa.

{source: AP, Youtube}


This photo is given by a blogger; since it lacks photo credit and bears little similarity to other images, I doubt its validity.

{source: styleblips.com}


Here's the video.

{caption: Midwest/Meteor/Fireball - Howard County Sheriff}

There's another video, taken in Milwaukee, on the WISN TV website:
Meteor Lights Up Skies

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Item Two

An Icelandic volcano under the icecap at a place called Eyjafjallajokull had minor activity in March and then erupted in a major way last Wednesday -- as everyone must know by now since the ash cloud has severely disrupted air traffic across Europe.

The Big Picture has a bunch of good photos, including this one:

{source: Big Picture on Boston.com}
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Item Three

China suffered a mag. 6.9 earthquake high on the Tibetan plateau. Boston.com reports that "thousands of wood-earth buildings collapsed and many larger structured heavily damaged or destroyed. The region is difficult to reach for the response teams of the Chinese government outside aid groups - lying at an elevation of 3,700m (12,000 ft) and connected by few roads, most of which were damaged in the quake. Chinese state media now says the death toll has risen to 1,144. Rescuers continue to search for survivors as homeless residents work to recover what they can and set up shelter from the freezing overnight temperatures." The Big Picture has photos of this disaster as well, including this one:


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See also:

Fireball lights up Midwest, April 15

Soaring meteor lights up skies across the Midwest, April 15

Meteor fragment lands in UW-Madison geoscience department, April 16

Eruption of Eyjafjallajökull Volcano, Iceland

Icelandic Eruptions May Disrupt European Air Traffic for Months

Eruption of Iceland's Eyjafjallajokull Volcano on April 14, 2010

2010 eruptions of Eyjafjallajökull

Official and grassroots relief groups rally in wake of China earthquake, April 16

China quake death toll 'passes 1,000', April 16

China races to the rescue, April 16

Chinese Premier Visits Tibetan Quake Survivors, April 16

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Fourteenth of April, not done yet

Philip Gentry, in his blog, 2'23", adds to the list of unfortunate events* for which my birthdate, April 14, can be remembered. He says:
April 14th is often given by periodizing historians as the end of Reconstruction, and the beginning of the resurgence of white supremacy in the south. On this day in 1873, the Supreme Court handed down its decision in the so-called "Slaughterhouse Cases", holding that the Federal government had no right to protect the voting rights of African Americans. And that same day, down in Louisiana, a group of white militia slaughtered over a hundred black citizens in the Colfax Massacre, burning down a courthouse in which a large group had taken refugee, and shooting all those who tried to escape the flames. It's a bit much to claim that this single day sent our country down the path of Jim Crow laws, segregation, and the Ku Klux Klan, but it was certainly the beginning.

Happy April 14th.
A good post, worth a few moments of your time it includes, and discusses the significance of, this image:


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*The list contains many battles and other violent doings, including —

- 1865, U.S. President Abraham Lincoln is assassinated in Ford's Theatre by John Wilkes Booth.

- 1912, the British passenger liner RMS Titanic hits an iceberg in the North Atlantic at 11:40pm. The ship sinks the following morning with the loss of 1,517 lives.

But, be it remembered, also:

- 1775, the first abolition society in North America is established. The Society for the Relief of Free Negroes Unlawfully Held in Bondage is organized in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania by Benjamin Franklin and Benjamin Rush.

Fourteenth of April

Yesterday was the anniversary of the day I was born and my friend Ashe sent me a list of some April 14 happenings which I reproduce at bottom. As he does every day, Bent Sørensen gave his own visual and auditory wrap up of the date's milestones. You can find it at: Ordinary Finds, April 14, 2010. This painting comes from his compilation. It's Victor Borisov-Musatov's "Portrait of Nadezhda Stanyukovich."


{Portrait of Nadezhda Stanyukovich - 1903 - Oil on canvas, hung in the Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow; my source: wikipedia which got it from Olga's Gallery}

Bent also notes these men and women who share my birthdate:
  • Chicago style jazz tenor man Gene Ammons, called The Boss - April 14, 1925 - 1974
  • Great English Shakespearean actor, John Gielgud - April 14, 1904 - 2000
  • British actress Julie Christie (b. April 14, 1941)
  • Coal Miner's Daughter, Loretta Lynn, country singer (b. April 14, 1935)
  • German-American painter and printmaker, Emil Ganso, painter (April 14, 1895 - 1941)
  • Belgian painter, James Ensor (April 13, 1860 – 1949)

Today my friend Kate provided a link to an article in the Guardian announcing availability of the The Illustrated London News on the web (albeit by subscription, not for free). The Guardian reporter says: "All 160 years of the pioneering Illustrated London News, from its launch in 1842 to its last abortive relaunch in 2003, have been digitised by Gale for students, historians and researchers – including all the colour, and the special issues." The article offers this teaser ILN photo, which I might have included in what has turned out to be one of the most popular web posts on this blog (the higher, the more awful, and the more sublime).



Soon after seeing Kate's reference to the digitizing of the Illustrated London News I saw this blog post and thought it might be a belated April Fool: How Tweet It Is!: Library Acquires Entire Twitter Archive. But not so, the Library of Congress will indeed archive Twitter. As it happens, the announcement of this intention comes alongside an announcement that Google will make the entire Twitter archive searchable (Twitter's own archive, not the future LC one). See Epicenter Mind Our Tech Business Library of Congress Archives Twitter History, While Google Searches It (on Wired) and Library of Congress Will Save Tweets on NYT.

Here's the list I got from Ashe with her smiley at end. It's not intended to be comprehensive, rather a smattering showing variety.

1989 - 1,100,000,000th Chinese born
1983 - President Reagan signs $165 billion Social Security rescue
1981 - 1st Space Shuttle-Columbia 1-returns to Earth
1980 - 52nd Academy Awards - "Kramer vs Kramer," Dustin Hoffman & Sally Field win
1977 - Supreme Court says people may refuse to display state motto on license
1971 - Stephen Sondheim's musical "Follies," premieres in New York City
1969 - 1st major league baseball game outside U.S. played (Montreal Canada)
1963 - George Harrison is impressed by unsigned group "Rolling Stones"
1961 - U.S. element 103 (Lawrencium) discovered
1956 - Ampex Corp demonstrates 1st commercial videotape recorder
1939 - John Steinbeck novel "The Grapes of Wrath" published
1910 - President Taft begins tradition of throwing out ball on opening day
1894 - 1st public showing of Edison's kinetoscope (moving pictures)
1860 - 1st Pony Express rider arrives in San Francisco from St. Joseph, Missouri
1859 - Charles Dickens' "A Tale Of Two Cities" published
1853 - Harriet Tubman began her Underground Railroad, helping slaves escape
1841 - Edgar Allen Poe's "Murders in the Rue Morgue," published
193 - Lucius Septimus Severus crowned emperor of Rome

:)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

a quiet man

Most families include ancestors, maybe only a few, who achieved distinction — those whose actions made them famous or, it might be just as likely, notorious in their time. The majority lead lives which leave little trace. These men and women are obscure, not in any pejorative sense, but rather, in the shadows of the distant past, they are hard to make out.

I've written before about an ancestor of mine who opposed totalitarianism with simple human dignity, another who stood up for the rights of others in peril of his own. I've also written about nineteenth-century ancestors who achieved wealth and position but who were nonetheless liberal advocates of those who were poor and powerless.

Quite a few near and distant relatives served in military campaigns. Some of them fought for and others against British colonial rule in the American Revolutionary War. Similarly, some wore the Federal uniform and some that of the Confederacy during the Civil War. One served in the Navy from the Civil War through the end of the Spanish-American War, ending with rank of Rear-Admiral. Another took on great risks as a frogman in the South Pacific Theater of World War II.

Less heroically by far, I have one relative who was banished from his home town for having solicited sexual favors from a young woman he knew, man of contrary personality who was frequently at odds with his neighbors and fellow townsmen. There's another, silversmith, who was imprisoned for stealing from his landlord and who devised a small sculpture commemorating the event.

Still, most of the ancestry lacks such prominence. Their lives were less memorable and, not surprisingly, they are less remembered.

This circumstance was put somewhat elegantly by a man, Jeremy Pine, who had this to say about a distant relative:
Samuel Thorn, oldest son of Thomas and Abigail (Borough) Thorn, was born 4/11/1762, in the Thorndale farmhouse where it is likely that all his boyhood days and years of his youth were passed. So long a period has passed by since his decease that almost all recollections of him as a man have also vanished, there being no one now living in 1902 who ever saw him. We who are living in the early part of the twentieth century may never know his personal characteristics, whether he was a social person, a popular individual or otherwise, for memory dies, and beyond simply the dates recorded in his family bible and in the books of the monthly meeting of Friends of which he was a member there is little to write about him.

Success without advancement has been the general condition of the branch, and social and unassuming manners are attached to its members in general, although in a few instances a touch of haughtiness has, in a measure, separated some of the cousins from many of the family.
It may be fitting that I can learn nothing about Jeremy Pine or the writing from which this is excerpted. I found it on John Coutant Thorn's set of web pages: Descendants of William Thorne

{This is the Haddonfield Meeting where Samuel Thorne and his family worshiped; source: History of the Society of Friends in America, by James Bowden's, vol. II, 1854.}


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Here are some of my previous blog posts on family history:

Friday, April 09, 2010

Flatiron, 1905

I saw this photo on Shorpy and, somewhat laboriously, managed to find it in the Prints and Photos website of the Library of Congress. (Though they recently overhauled their website, I still can't easily find what I'm looking for. My fault or theirs?)

It's called Flatiron Building, Broadway and Fifth Av., New York City. The year is 1905 and the photo is not one I've previously made available on this blog. As with so many of the New York City photos I reproduce from LC collections, it was made by the Detroit Publishing Co. and 'tho it shows a copyright insignia, it's now in the public domain.



Here are some cropped images from it.

1. The clock tells us it's 9:20. That's in the A.M. as we can tell by the orientation of the camera, shooting from the north, and the direction of the sunlight, coming strongly and acutely angled from the east.



2. The photographer chose a moment when the sun was poring directly down the side streets; not only was it morning, but morning in one of the late-fall or early-spring months when the sun was low on the horizon at that hour.



3. In the main photo you can see the flags and chimney smoke blowing in a west wind. This wind was stronger and less uni-directional down at street level. After the Flatiron building was erected, the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue came to be called "The Windiest Corner in the World".* The workmen in this segment of the photo may be repairing wind-caused damage.**



4. It's actually relatively calm this day. Note in this image the reflection in the plate glass window of the man who's just starting to pass by the goods wagon on his right. This wagon has attracted the attention of the local police. Notice how many policemen are within this picture as a whole. Broadway at Fifth Avenue must have been very well protected from unwanted occurrences.



5. Here we have a man out on a ledge for a purpose difficult to determine. His posture suggests that he's not fearful of wind gusts. The man above is more cautious and seems mainly intent on catching some rays and observing the scene below.



6. The horse-drawn cabs and wagons go where they will across the wide intersection, mingling freely with but not threatening pedestrians or each other. In this image my eye is drawn to the man at right striding purposefully with head lowered against the bright facing sun.



7. In this part of the picture the traffic is all going in the same general direction although one wagon is intent on cutting off another. I expect the pace of both is slow enough so there's no real problem here. It's interesting that the one has two wheels and two horses while the other has four wheels and one horse. The traffic also includes a two-man, two-wheeled conveyance of the kind we used to see at railway stations when I was young. I think they're just called handcarts.



8. This last segment contains an interesting pattern of trolley tracks, with their mid-track groove for electric supply. The composition is also interesting for contrast of the horizontal movement in the lower section with the diagonals of the upper part. Notice among the left-right traffic a handsome horse pulling a gig; it's the only conveyance I notice that seems to be privately owned.



The the photographer has placed the camera just behind and above Worth Monument in the building at 204 Fifth Avenue. This photo shows the monument and that building (with its White Horse whiskey sign) at center.



Here's a link to a Google map of the area.

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Notes:

*In an article with this as its title, the author said, "the building, towering above all nearby structures, is the only obstruction to the breeze that sweeps unimpeded from North River to East River. This, in connection with the open space afforded by Madison Square, forms an eddy, or windwhirl. The 'Flat Iron' building presents to East and West winds, a flat surface like an enormous fence, three hundred by two hundred feet in size, and the winds sweep over the top and down into the street where they meet other winds coming up or down Broadway and still others coming up or down Fifth Avenue, and all these winds join hands and romp and gambol in the street, and do things that no nice gentlemanly wind would do."

**The same author wrote: "On the opposite side of Broadway [i.e., across from the Flatiron building] is a row of smaller buildings and the plate glass window of one of these shops seems to have been particularly singled out by the untamed wind; it has been crushed in a number of times, and the owner of the shop has brought suit to recover damages. Why the wind should have a spite against that particular shop no one can tell, but to have one's plate glass continually falling in or out is quite a blow. But it is rather difficult to see how owners of the 'Flat Iron' building can stop the wind, for wind is noted for blowing 'where it listeth,' and it listeth to blow in the windows of that shop.

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Iwo Jima, 65 years ago



This photo shows the Navy's original frog men, members of an Underwater Demolition Team, returning from a mission in the waters off the western beaches of Iwo Jima, sixty-five years ago.*

A 65th anniversary of the Battle of Iwo Jima occurred a few weeks back. My uncle, Arthur Hettema, took part in it as a Navy swimmer — a member of an Underwater Demolition Team. His rank was Chief Carpenter's Mate which meant he was a SeaBee, part of the US Navy's construction battalions that built airstrips (and much else) on Pacific islands as they were captured from the Japanese.

He turned up in swim trunks in the turbulent waters off Iwo because the Navy needed to expand its elite units of aquatic commandos and most volunteers came, as he did, from among the SeaBees. The wikipedia article on UDTs gives a concise explanation.

The conquest of Iwo Jima is remembered not for any doubt about its outcome but rather for its ferocity. It was a Japanese stronghold, the first of the Home Islands to be taken by American forces during the war. Both sides knew it to be an essential base for the impending invasion of the mainland. The Japanese hoped to kill enough Americans to make military leaders think twice about invading the mainland. The Americans simply knew they had to take the island no matter what.

An anonymous editor of the New York Times summed things in a short front-page article that appeared after the attack had begun:
There are only two things which could have prevented our conquest of this bleak rock, if that was our purpose. One is superior naval power and the other is superior air power. Japan has neither. We have both. Nevertheless, Iwo Jima will not be taken easily. Symbolically it is almost the last useful remnant of Japan's once proud island power in the Pacific. Physically it is a volcanic mountain peak thrust up from the sea, and every crevice in the rocks is packed with enemy troops. Its garrison is said to number 10,000 men, which is a formidable force to defend such a tiny speck of land. Moreover, every beach is commanded by gun-mounted heights which no bombardment from the sea can destroy. The most skillful use of our amphibious technique will be required to overcome these natural obstacles.
-- NYT, New York, N.Y. Feb 19, 1945 pg. 1**
The UDTs were an essential part of the "amphibious technique" which this author anticipates. The Navy had learned that it could not land invasion forces without first determining the undersea terrain that lay between its ships and the beaches. In attempting landings on other islands, there was great and needless loss of life as landing craft got hung up on reefs and invisible obstacles. At Iwo, the UDTs mapped the seafloor. They explored for explosive devices and were prepared to detonate any that they found. And they emerged on the beaches themselves to obtain sand samples so Naval engineers could determine whether wheeled vehicles would become bogged down. In doing these things they exposed themselves to enemy fire, during their approach in the small fast boats that conveyed them, while at work in the water, and during their return to the ships on which they came.

They did most of this work on D-Day minus 2: two days before the invasion.

The Navy knew that no bombardment could destroy the enemy positions that covered the beach; nonetheless the island was subjected to massive attacks from airplanes and ships over the days before the invasion began. They brought light ships close to shore on on the morning of D-Day minus 2, when underwater reconnaissance began. These were called LCI(G)s, gunboats that could be used for landing infantry on shore, but they were essentially rocket platforms on this morning. The Japanese were ready for them and, though reluctant to pull back, the heavy damage they took forced them to do so.


1. This photo shows the LCI(G)s moving into position.


{LCI(G)s moving toward Iwo Jima, 17 Feb 1945}

2. This shot of LCI(G)s was taken from one of the boats conveying the swimmers toward the shore. The small blobs are LCPLs, small, fast, shallow-draft boats used to convey the swimmers shoreward.


{A line of LCI(G)s in position off landing beaches.}

3. This photo shows the an LCI(G) that has taken a shell but not sunk; it has returned to its mother ship with dead and wounded sailors.


{LCI(G) damaged off Iwo Jima 17 Feb 1945}

4. In the afternoon, destroyers were deployed to provide covering fire. Here, a destroyer is firing at mortar and artillery positions on shore. The destroyers replaced the badly damaged LCI(G)s which were originally scheduled for the task.


{Bombardment of Iwo Jima, 17 Feb 1945}

5. Another photo of a destroyer shelling the intended landing beaches during the afternoon.

Arthur Hettema was in Platoon 4 of team UDT-15 which was assigned the duty of reconnaissance and underwater demolition in the afternoon. As things turned out, there were no munitions for them to blow up. That circumstance hardly lessened the danger however, for if the Japanese defenders were on guard for the morning excursion, they were ever more so in the afternoon. The risk to the swimmers was increased to the more by the use of destroyers for cover fire rather than the more maneuverable and accurate LCI(G)s. Worse yet, a smokescreen that was to be provided by airplanes never materialize and the group had to make do with less dense smoke from shells fired by the destroyers.

My uncle had been in a forward team on a reserve LCPL in the morning. He described the experience as extremely harrowing: "For one and a half hours, I watched. I was seeing the most nerve-wracking and horrible sight I had ever witnessed. We could see the gunboats getting hit and hear men screaming for doctors. I was completely and absolutely exhausted when I returned to our ship. I couldn't eat a bite of chow."***

As his group prepared to go out that afternoon he said he was extremely agitated, "Outwardly I probably seems cool, calm, and collected, but inwardly I was in turmoil — everything inside me was churning."



6. Underwater Demolition Team swimmers smear themselves with grease to protect against the cold water.



7. The small, fast, low-draft boats that carried the swimmers also carried rubber boats. They used the latter in picking up swimmers at the end of a mission. The rubber boat would be dragged behind the LCR and a sailor would hold a loop rope out over the water. Swimmers would space themselves so that they could be brought aboard the rubber boat one after the other at high speed, by putting their arm through the loop and swinging up and over the side.

In the morning the boats carrying the swimmers had been shelled continuously, so much so that, according to one account, spray had soaked everyone and twice the boats had been lifted out of the water by concussion.

Surprisingly, the enemy fire turned out to be less withering in the afternoon. The covering fire of the destroyers plus some smoke laid down by planes that had finally arrived reduced the quantity and accuracy of mortar and artillery fire from the defenders. Where the LCI(G)s had earlier failed for the most part even to get in position to fire their rockets, the destroyers were able to bombard the shore with impunity. One swimmer reported that the fire from the destroyers smothered the beach — it was just a sheet of fire; and the noise was deafening. Nonetheless, there was constant machine gun fire from beach emplacements: "All the time around us the machine gun fire kept us ducking. You pop your head up and they would miss you on the left. It got to be a little game — which way were you going to surface."



8. This photo shows an LCPR moving into position to drop swimmers.



9. It's a little hard to make out what's going on here. The small blob is an LCPR. The smoke comes from the destroyers' heavy shelling of the beaches.

To keep from getting shot, the swimmers were careful to emerge only in the troughs of waves, never at their peaks. They swam in pairs. They dove to look for electric cables attached to mines. Periodically one would take a sounding (with a three fathom lead line) and give his results to the other who would write it on a plexiglass slate. They noted where the guns were placed on the beach. They measured the height of the sand and the height of the breakers. They went all the way to shore and collected sand samples from the surface of the beach.



10. This shows a wrecked Japanese freighter from which Japanese snipers and machine gun teams fired on the boats and swimmers.



11. Here is an LCPR in the rendezvous area getting ready to collect swimmers. You can also see a destroyer that's part of the group shelling the beach. Mount Suribachi is in the upper right corner.

Notice the distance to the beach. The swimmers had a long way to go to get to the reconnaissance area and back again. Imagine what it must have been like to do that much swimming and also carry out a difficult mission while under enemy fire.



12. In this shot LCPRs are waiting to pick up swimmers. You can again see how far they stood off shore.



13. My uncle and his partner Halvor Ravanholt, were the last pair to be dropped. They were also the last to be picked up. Having completed their mission and returned to the pick up point, they saw the boat pick up the other pairs but race by without seeing them. My uncle said: "We didn't panic, just hoped and prayed. The boat officer ordered the coxwain to make one more pass. This time they did see us and at full speed approached us. The sailor in the rubber boat held out the rope-ring, which we put our arm through and they pulled us aboard. We crawled to the bottom of the craft, hastily put on our metal helmets, and downed a two-ounce bottle of brandy."

I'm repeating this shot to show the way the rubber raft was used in collecting swimmers.




14. This shows one group of swimmers on its way back to the home ship. They put on long johns and foul-weather gear after being picked up. The water was about 67 deg. f., not too cold, but they were exhausted and strung out; the gear wasn't a luxury but a necessity.



15. Their job done, the UDTs could take it easy while the invasion proceeded. This shows the first landings on D-Day itself.


{photo credit: Naval History and Heritage web site}

16. This shows the first flag raising on Mount Suribachi on D-Day plus 5, 23 Feb. 1945.


{photo credit: Naval History and Heritage web site}


17. Map of Iwo used by US military war planners

{The UDT reconnaissance took place on the western approaches from Blue down to Green. Image source: ibiblio.org}




Unfortunately, the UDTs' period of relaxation was brief. On the day after their reconnaissance, D-Day minus 1, their home ship, the destroyer escort USS Blessman was hit in its mess hall by a large bomb dropped from a Japanese plane — the type known as a Betty. The explosion killed 40, including 15 men of the UDT. Uncle Arthur wrote about this tragedy in a newspaper article that appeared a few weeks after the 40th anniversary of the battle. Here's the account:
Bombed at Sea

Arthur Hettema 3095 Windmill Village
Punta Gorda, Fla. 33950

On Feb. 19, 1945, the USS Blessman, an attack personal destroyer, was being towed by a salvage tug on our way back to Saipan.**** We could still hear the bombardment of Iwo Jima where we had been in the pre-assault attack on the western and eastern beaches. The night before, we frogmen, after clearing the approaches to the beaches, making sure there were no mines, reefs or obstacles that would prevent the Marines from reaching the beach to be invaded, were in a happy mood.

At 9:20, a Japanese bomber dropped two bombs, one just missing and the other penetrating the boat deck before exploding on the deck below. The ship caught on fire and, with both engine rooms knocked out, there was no power to operate the fire pumps. We were able to contact the U.S. Gilmore, our command ship, and it came with hoses to put out the fire in about three hours.

With the salvage tug towing us at no more than 6 knots, we were concerned that a sub could overtake us. The enemy had a submarine base only 100 miles away.

The next day, I, with several other volunteers, took ponchos and waded into the troop compartment, where we recovered the bodies of 40 men. We buried two at a time the next morning as the captain read the burial passage. Everyone had tears running down their cheeks, with the loss of their close friends.

We made coffee that morning over a trash can that hung at the fantail of the ship. One of the Seabees, a sheet-metal worker, made a stove of a big metal locker and we were able to cook meals. We started at 5 in the morning and made large quantities of scrambled eggs. For the evening meal, we made a stew with meat, potatoes, onions and carrots. We were outside all the time, sleeping on the deck, so our appetites were still good.

In the evening, we blacked out at 7, as usual, and sitting around on the deck, we listened to the supply officer play on his flute the sweetest music you ever heard. It was more or less a sleepless night: We were still nervous and jumpy from the bomb hit we took. We kept the 8-inch LeRoix pumps going and, with 40 feet of the starboard side torn out, we reached Saipan in six days.

We could buy beer there for 10 cents a bottle and, for a small amount, we could order a steak dinner.

-- Sarasota Herald-Tribune, Sunday, April 14, 1985
Another account says that Uncle Art helped put out the fires caused by the bomb and, especially, to keep the flames away from the ship's ammunition. He said "As we fought to bring it under control, the 20mm and 40mm ammunition in the storage rooms on the main deck got so hot they kept exploding." He then volunteered to help bring up and throw overboard the heavy explosives from the hold. About this he said "Believe me, it was some job to get the men to go down belowdecks." About the service for the dead, he said "No tears were held back. We all grieved deeply for our lost buddies."

Uncle Art had other adventures and close calls while swimming for the Navy. In one of them he came in contact with an enormous man o' war jellyfish in heavy surf on a UDT mission. Half his body was paralyzed by the poison stingers. He could barely stay afloat. He and his partner had become separated and there was no one to help. He could not swim to the rendezvous location. It was night and his only hope of recovery was to use his emergency flashlight to signal the pickup boat. By a miracle this worked. At considerable risk, the boat left the rendezvous location and approached the beach to come pick him up. He said it took a long time before he felt normal again.

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see also:

First flag raising slide show, National Museum of the Marine Corps

second flag raising

Iwo Jima Recon: The U.S. Navy at War, February 17, 1945 by Dick Camp (MBI Publishing Company, 2007)

Blessman US Navy, Dictionary of American Naval Fighting Ships

Diving in the U.S. Navy: A Brief History, US Navy, Naval Historical Center


Flags of Our Fathers Clint Eastwood's 2006 film which follows the men who raised the famous flag and its companion Letters from Iwo Jima Clint Eastwood's Oscar winning film of the same year

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Notes:

*Unless otherwise noted, all photos come from Naval collections of the US National Archives. Many photos are displayed a less than full size; click for full view.

**The wikipedia article on the battle confirms what this editor writes but corrects the size of the Japanese garrison. It was actually between 18,061 and 18,591 men, with exactly 216 of these taken prisoner. The author of the wikipedia article says the rest were either killed or missing.

***This and other quotes are from Dick Camp's book, Iwo Jima Recon: The U.S. Navy at War, February 17, 1945.

****Uncle Art misremembered the date and he was probably wrong about the salvage tug too. Another account says
The following day [i.e., 18 Feb], she headed for a screening station. While she was en route, however, an enemy bomber, identified as a "Betty," came in at 2121, very low over the port quarter, strafing, and scored a direct bomb hit in the high-speed transport's starboard mess hall, above her number one engine room. A second bomb hit her stack, glanced off, and splashed close aboard without exploding. Fire broke out immediately in the mess hall, galley, and troop quarters on the main deck; and the ship lost all power. Heavy smoke forced the abandonment of the number two fire and engine rooms, while a 500-gallon-per-minute portable pump was demolished and all other such pumps were rendered inoperable by the shock. This damage reduced Blessman's crew to bucket brigades and the use of helmets to keep the blaze from spreading. Her sailors jettisoned topside ammunition aft, and attempted to clear ammunition from clipping rooms and bedding from troop quarters to halt the fire's spread. At 2250, antiaircraft and small arms ammunition began exploding, forcing the evacuation of wounded to the bow and stern. Meanwhile, bucket brigades kept the fire from spreading to the superstructure deck, confining the blaze to the enclosed spaces on the main deck.
And another:
That evening [18 Feb.] we had been steaming at flank speed from the vicinity of Iwo Jima to the outer screening area. With the usual efficiency with which anything connected with UDT15 functions, the BLESSMAN, APD 48 found itself able to take the place of another ship that had engine trouble. While speeding at 22 knots, the BLESSMAN left a wake that could be seen for miles and one which was seen by a member of the opposition. A twin engine Betty with numerous five hundred pound bombs came in on our wake, swung to the left when he saw us and then made a 180 degree turn coming back in our beam, dropping one bomb of the five hundred pound variety. It went through the top port PR, several pieces of pipe, down through the overhead of the starboard mess hall and exploded when it struck the deck of the same. A second bomb creased one of our boat davits but failed to explode until it hit the water. When we got topside we saw that the starboard mess hall had been opened up just like a matchbox with a huge exploding firecracker. The midsection of the ship was engulfed in flame and the smell of burning flesh was everywhere.

Monday, March 29, 2010

The New York Family Story Paper

A photo that I showed the other day reveals a building in Brooklyn that's home to The New York Family Story Paper, Golden Hours, and The Up-To-Date Boys' Library. I wondered what these were and looked 'em up. Turns out they were all produced by a successful publisher, Norman L. Munro, who lived from 1844 to 1894.



He was preëminently an entrepreneurial publisher and he knew what he was about. In his lifetime new technology made printing fast and cheap, immigration exploded the urban population many fold, and the whole population was taught to read in newly-established free, compulsory elementary schools. In taking advantage of the opportunities afforded by these changes, Munro learned what a writer must do to grab and hold a reader's attention. His authors wrote potboilers (a term invented to describe this very genre). The plots were racy (another 19th-century usage), full of derring-do and romance. They featured outlaws, gunslingers, renegades, and the lawmen, detectives, and good citizens who dedicated themselves to catching and making them pay their debts to society. Munro published pulp fiction, works that would become known as newsboy books and dime novels. The genre is a familiar one.

He also published much by women authors and men who wrote using women's names. These stories featured romance, jealousy, betrayal, and the rescue of imperiled and helpless girls by selfless, heroic, handsome young men. These proved to be just as popular as the adventure yarns. They appeared in Munro's New York Family Story Paper.

Family story papers were newsprint weeklies giving illustrated fiction in serial form. He didn't invent the format, but rather perfected it and the NYFSP achieved massive sales and gained household-name status in its time.

A surprising amount of Munro's vast output in this paper departed from the narrative formulas described above. Quite often you'll find women who stand up for themselves and whose goals in life include more than marriage, family, and homemaking.

Here's an example. It begins with this paragraph: "It was a wild night, an awful night, over the dingy tenements of New York. The wind flapped the rickety shutters with a wanton glee, and the rain pelted down with a pitiless sort of fury on the sloppy, slushy, deserted streets where the snow of yesterday yet lay. A bad night, a black, gusty February night — wildest and blackest and stormiest over the miserable garret where Adelaide Marchmont lay, a wasting shadow, a white, stark, attenuated figure that was going the way of all flesh."


{Caption: Lillian gave one great bound forward, tore the wallet from his hand, and snatched a ten-dollar bill from it. "There, take the rest," she cried out wildly, casting the wallet at his feet, "I want my due, no more!" / "Hello there! where are you two going?" cried Grasp. "You ought to know that hands aren't allowed in the office. Oh, it's you two Marchmont girls, eh? Well now, what do you want?" source: "The Orphan Sisters; or, The Daughters of the Knights of Labor," New York Family Story Paper, Vol. 11, No. 557, June 9, 1884.}

Here's another example. This one concerns a young woman who saves a fallen man. Algernon Fane is downcast at his failure to live up to his own high aspirations and the addiction to gambling that has plummeted him into debt. He thinks of the story's heroine whose name is "to him something holy and sacred," had he recalls how he saw her "as she stood at her loom — the brave-hearted, honest working girl."


{Caption: Just as Nellie was receiving a parting kiss from the man she had pledged to love through life, the ringing cheers of her friends told of the inauguration of a great labor struggle; source: "Nellie, The Mill-Hand; or, Put on the Black List," New York Family Story Paper, Vol 13, No. 683, November 6, 1886.}

In this one, the heroine overcomes her fears to save a child from drowning: "On this occasion the lightening had no terrors for her, and, wrapped in a dark cloak, she hurried away like a spirit through the storm and the darkness, with a prayer on her lips and hope in her heart. The thunder rattled overhead, the angry waves dashed themselves in foam at her feet, and the lightening flashed around her in a blinding glare, yet still she struggled on, a little tottering figure, battling its way bravely through tempest and darkness."


{Caption: The next flash of lightning showed the child folded in Dot's arms, but not even Dot's caresses called from the little one a sign of life. / Wallace found himself face to face with Adrienne Waldemar. "Hush," she said, "do not speak, some one is coming. Take this." Source: "Creme de la Creme; or, High Life at Long Branch," New York Family Story Paper, Vol 11, No 565, August 4, 1884.}

None of these actually contradict the narrative conventions of the time, but — small though it may be — it's refreshing to see their hesitant turn away the tried and true.

My source for these page images: New York Family Story Paper by the Stanford University Libraries Academic Text Service.

See also:

Munro's obit in The publishers weekly Volume 45 (R.R. Bowker Co., 1894)

And in the New York Times: DEATH OF NORMAN L. MUNRO

The dime novel companion: a source book by J. Randolph Cox (Greenwood Publishing Group, 2000)

Women Adrift: Independent Wage Earners in Chicago, 1880-1930 by Joanne J. Meyerowitz (University of Chicago Press, 1991)

Beyond labor's veil: the culture of the Knights of Labor by Robert E. Weir(Penn State Press, 1996)

Saturday, March 27, 2010

the great East River suspension bridge

Since its days of construction in the early 1880s, the Brooklyn Bridge has been an attractive subject for artists and photographers. Some of the best come from the Currier and Ives printmaking firm, including these two:*


{caption: The great East River suspension bridge: connecting the cities of New York and Brooklyn, looking west, c1883.}


{The great East River suspension bridge: connecting the cities of New York & Brooklyn, from New York looking south-east, c1877.}

This one comes from the Franklin Square Lithographic Co.


{caption: Bird's-eye view of the great suspension bridge, connecting the cities of New York and Brooklyn — from New York looking south-east, c1883 May 16.}


{caption: New York — completing a great work — lashing the stays of the Brooklyn Bridge / from a sketch by a staff artist, Frank Leslie's, April 28, 1883}


About two decades later, William Henry Jackson, shot this photograph of the bridge for the Detroit Publishing Co.


{caption: Brooklyn Bridge, New York, ca. 1900}
Here are two details from this image. They show a casual mingling of sail and steam vessels. The tugs that you see are pretty much the same as the ones in use through most of the 20th century and, for all I know, in this one as well.



Jackson took this photo at about the same time.


{caption: Brooklyn Bridge, New York, ca. 1900}
Here's a detail from it. The boat is very much like the broad, shallow-draft craft of the Dutch harbors.

These next shots come from anonymous photographers working for Detroit Publishing at the same time.


{caption: East River and Brooklyn Bridge, New York, N.Y. taken between 1900 and 1906}
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{Brooklyn terminal, Brooklyn Bridge, c1903.}
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{South Street and Brooklyn Bridge, New York City, c1901. This is a Photochrom print.}


{Brooklyn Bridge, New York, c1905.}


{Brooklyn Bridge, New York, N.Y. taken between 1905 and 1920}

Although this shot does not show the bridge, I couldn't resist including it.


{Manhattan entrance to Brooklyn Bridge, New York, taken between 1900 and 1906}
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* Unless otherwise noted, the source of all images is the Library of Congress Prints and Photos Division.