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Beau Wann, Jr.
Yes. Oak Forest was indeed an idyllic place to live...still not too bad today...all the places and things Jim mentioned...our good ol barefoot days...how fortunate we were..and we always thought we were poor, or at least not as well off as most...how wrong was that???? We were probably the richest kids in the city...Thinking back on that time, conjures up some of the best memories ever...but knowing no other kid will ever enjoy what we had...is sad... My favorite show was Andy of Mayberry, the black and white years with Barney Fife...thats almost how my view of Oak Forest is...Mayberry...
And the little country church in the city, was there back in them good ol days, and still there today...started in 1948 methinks, and building dedicated in 56 methinks again...I'm afeard that we may disappear someday...28 of the usual suspects were in attendance today...even though there are just 4 members in the choir now, they still sound pretty good...I was in the choir along with my beloved, when we filled up both sides of the choir lofts, about 24 folks...good rich sound that was...
Today was Pentecost Sunday...I wore my Pentecost tie, with flames...Everyone was suppose to wear red today, plus we had Red acouterments, or sash's worn around the neck in honor of pentecost...had all our banners hanging ...I love seeing the church decorated up for whichever season it is...
Mr And Mrs Theissen were in attendance, as per usual...got my kiss from the Mrs, and a good handshake as per usual from Mr Theissen...they both had on red shirts...Mr Theissen had on his 34th INFANTRY (RED BULL DIVISION) SHIRT...he saw plenty of action in WWII as did all the 34th...I think it originally came from ireland pre civil war...wound up as National guard from North and south Dakota, Iowa and Minnesota...Minnesota named all of I-35, 34th div; Red Bull Highway in 2000...
The 34th was in 6 major campaigns, and about a dozen or more other battles, including the fights for Tunisa and north Africa, and for Salerno, Monte Cassino, and Anzio...They almost took Monte Cassino...it later took 5 infantry divisions (about 100,000 men) to take monte cassino, something the 34th almost did by itself...the 34th suffered 80 percent casualties; 3,737 KIA; 14,165 WIA; 3,460 MIA for a total of 21,362 casualties...the 34th was on front line combat for 517 straight days; more than any other division;
The 34th was awarded 3 Distinguished Unit Citations; 11 Medal of Honor; 98 Distinguish Service Crosses; 1 Distinguished Service Medal; 1,153 Silver Stars; 2545 Bronze Stars; 116 Legion of Merit; 54 soldiers Medals, and 34 Air medals; and 15,000 purple hearts; I would have thought that there would have been 21,362 PHs; But I guess they dont award the MIAs anything...but according to the numbers, that still leaves some 2,902 KIA or WIA unacounted for...that should have been awarded the PH...well, not my call is it...
The Army Rangers came from the 34th...led by a capt Darby, and later became famous as "Darbys Rangers"...
Mr Thiessen told me one story when he was in Italy, about he and a couple of guys getting on those old green Harley Davidson Army Motorcycles, and heading down the road to go into the next town, and I dont remember if he mentioned the name of the town, but as they got away from their encampment, or lines, they rounded a bend, and came face to face with a group of Panzer tanks...needless to say, they skedaddled back from whence they came, and successfully too I might add...wow...talk about something that could make your heart stop...the phrase "feets dont fail me now" comes to mind...
The 34th was deactivated and reinstated several times over the years...Elements of the 34th are now serving in Iraq and Afghanistan, and other places in the whirld...
Lots of walking history out there...
I know lots of our classes fathers were in WWII and Korea...I remember Teddie talking about his dad serving and posting pictures...something to be very proud of for sure...
Guess I got carried away with too much info eh!!!! I love history, and if I can stand next to it and talk to it in person, then I am the much richer for it...A lot of history has been lost and will be lost, because some folks just dont want to talk about it...My Uncle Richard was that way...I was taught that a kid did not ask questions, and should be seen and not heard, so unfortunately I followed that line of thinking...didnt learn doodly squat about my family, or at least not enough...
The only person Uncle Richard talked to about his D-Day and WWII experience was my son Kevin...Well, things turn out the way they are suppose to I suppose...
and I suppose I should turn in for the eenin, well, it is Monday morn already...guess I got a good jump on the day then, eh???? Beloved already asleep...I'm not sleepy, but will be come sunup...maybe someday I can get my days and nights back in order...if not, well then, I wont...
My beloved and I cruise around Oak Forest all the time, looking at the new homes being built, and the old ones being renovated, and those that time hasnt touched since, they were built...Drove by Phil Youngs old house on the corner of DuBarry and Wakefield, and always wonder what happend to him...neat guy, kind of quiet and shy, but good smile, good eyes, soft voice...
The new homes being built, are monstrous, and somewhere in the neighborhood of 500K or more...the old ones range from around 200K upwards past 300K, depending on the degree of remodeling...Market is of course, depressed, to say the least...and I hear tell, it is going to get much worse, sinking into the "disastrous" range...Oh goody!!!! I hope they are wrong...I certainly would like to unload this monster and move to something a bit more manageable...Had no clue that I was gonna grow old and decrepit...cant get on the danged roof anymore, or in the attic...I may try to get on the roof one more time, cause I need to cut away some limbs rubbing on the shingles...tree people want too much for just a few minutes work...well, we will see what we will see...
Ok, I yawned, maybe I can shut er down and catch some shuteye...maybe conjure up some images of our old DuBarry Days and slumber off to heaven...a tiny kitchen with giant mouth watering aromas emenating from the 4 burner stove and oven...I can hear my mom singing an aria from some opera, dont know what, but sounds like and angel...smell that chicken fried steak, the first smell of flour sprinkled into whatever grease was in the iron skillet, turning into the best gravey that has ever graced a young palate, or any palate for that matter...fried okra, some burned black, (those were the best)...fried green tomatoes, plus fresh sliced red tomatoes, that I swear you could smell all over the house once a knife had been put to them...
Tea bags steeping in the hot water for some good ol southern tea, tea so dark and rich, you couldnt see the ice cubes in your glass...sweetened of course, and with brown sugar, (thats how I make tea today)...steaming green beans with an inch of bacon grease garnishing the top of the water they were cooked in...maybe a ham in the oven, or some homemade biscuits or bread, with real butter oozing from every nook and cranny...And just maybe, just maybe, dad breaking out the hand cranked ice cream freezer for some of the best homemade vanilla ice cream this side of Brenham...just about wet my britches when the ice cream freezer came into sight...I was and am a food oriented young man...didnt mind my arm falling off cranking the handle on that old oak bucket...the end justified the means, I allus say...when it came to homemade ice cream...
If we were REAL lucky, and so far, the aforementioned supper could be classified as REAL LUCKY, we might have a piece of cake with that ice cream...angel food, or some other delight wrought from the Okeefe and Merit in the tiny kitchen at 1352 DuBarry...a lad, could not want for anything better, and to think, back then, I thought there were things better...I know better now...
Gone and made myself hungry and homesick, still not sleepy though...guess I'll give it a try though...
Pleasant dreams to all...
DOD
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