Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown…

Masami Nonaka, a Child’s Memories of WWII, Waiting at the Assembly Center, Part One

imageMas Nonaka  was born August 20, 1934.   The youngest of three children he was the baby of the family.

After the bombing of Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt ordered the evacuation of Japanese Americans to internment camps. Mas was a 7 year old child.

While these relocation camps were being built, evacuees were ordered to stay at what was called assembly centers.  The largest of these assembly centers was the Santa Anita Racetrack in California where Mas remembers spending a hot summer.  These American citizens were allowed to bring only what they could carry with them to the assembly centers and consequently lost most of their possessions.

Beginning in March 1942, the almost 19,000 Japanese Americans that lived at the Santa Anita Racetrack were housed in barracks or in converted horse stalls.  Mas remembers a friend of his that lived in one of the horse stalls complaining about the stench.

Each evacuee was given an Army bed or cot, one blanket and one straw mattress.  The barracks were large open areas and Mas remembers that the families hung sheets to act as walls in an attempt to obtain some privacy.  The racetrack was surrounded by barbed wire.

In August 1942, a riot erupted after a suspected informant was beaten.  Mas remembers that in the following days the soldiers conducted a search of all the internees’ possessions and confiscated any items they felt were dangerous.   He remembers the soldiers patrolling in armored cars.  It was a scary time for a child.

Before Santa Anita, Mas and his family lived in the west side of Los Angeles by a big Coliseum.   His father and uncle worked together at the market.   His mom also worked hard as a barber. The children would get up early with their parents and stay with their aunt while the other adults worked.

It was a time of safe routine for Mas before he went to camp.  Mas would go to his aunt’s early in the morning until school started.  After school he would go to Japanese language school where he was learning to read and write Japanese.  Then he would come home to his aunt’s house, have dinner and wait for his parents to come for him and his siblings.  The family would head home together at the end of a long day.

Mas was a typical little boy.   He recalls being an itazura-ko or mischief boy.  A sharp whack on the top of his head from his Japanese teacher is one punishment he earned.

All that changed with Executive Order 9066.

Things were about to get worse. In September and October 1942 the internees were sent to different relocation centers.  Mas and his family were loaded on a train headed for Amachi Camp in southeast Colorado.  The journey on the rickety train was a miserable two days.   The anxiety of the unknown destination cannot be described.

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Kyle meets The Flash, page one.

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It all started with the package from my mother-in-law.

As I dumped the contents out of the padded envelope I smiled.  There was a Superman button, a couple of Batman buttons, a Batman and Robin button and last but not least The Flash button.

That’s when my life changed.   Just like some comic book character I watched myself pick up The Flash button.  A premonition of a bigger future knocked me on my ass.  As quick as that, the vision was gone but I was still on my ass.

Why me you ask? I was just a mining engineer who was late for work.

An engineer can only do the logical thing, so I left for work.

My tailbone was still singing as I ran into the office. The drive in to work had only made my butt sore.  The anxiety of my premonition was escalating and a certainty my life was going to be changing soon was exciting.

There sitting at my desk was my boss. One strange guy, John Kelly, who I swear is part gypsy and part leprechaun.

“Hey Kyle, there’s someone I want you to meet, Barry Allen a forensic scientist on loan to Tucson PD from Central City, Colorado.  You give him whatever help he needs.”

I followed Kelly down the hall the the conference room, my mind jumping from one thought to the next:  “Barry Allen!?!  Aka The Flash!?!  Superhero who had died saving the universe and rumor had it returned to save mankind again.” The engineer in me knew Barry Allen is a comic book character but my earlier premonition gave the adventurer in me doubt.

As Barry Allen stood to greet me I watched his tall frame unfold.  I am over 6 feet tall myself but this guy dwarfed me.  With a firm handshake he regarded me like we were sharing some secret.   “Kyle, the universe is relying on you.  What do you know about the Silverbell artifacts discovered here in Tucson in 1924? And what you know about Calalus?”

For the second time that day I found myself on my ass.

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Making dog food tonight


 

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Ground bison and wild Atlantic salmon.
imageFree range chicken cooked in the pressure cooker until the bones were soft  and safe for my doggies to eat, about one and half hours.

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Organic carrots kale and spinach and fresh peaches from the Western Slope of Colorado.
imageBrown rice, red rice and amaranth grain.

Oops, forgot to take a picture of some eggs I scrambled and added and oatmeal soak up some of the excess liquid.

Whew!  I think I have time for peanut butter jelly sandwich and a glass of wine, yay!
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Superheroes for Kyle

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My son in law Kyle is a superhero aficionado.

Superman versus Batman right?

But who’s the hero in the lower right-hand corner?  I really have no clue, yikes!

Help! I was hoping to send Kyle a clever note with these buttons but if I don’t know who the lighting bolt hero is I’ll let him down….

Flash Gordon? I think Flash Gordon had lightning bolt ears?

P. S. Don’t ask me why the upper left-hand button is missing it’s too long of a story ….

Stocking up for our Nephews (and Mom’s bad Math)

 

Rommy, Roscoe and Monty
Rommy, Roscoe and Monty

Hi, Rommy, Roscoe and Monty here, regular guest bloggers on sanseilife.

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Our story? Our sister Haley, her husband Matt, and their three kids Buster, Remmy and Ranger are coming for a visit!

Haley and Matt are humans but thank goodness their kids are canines!

Mom is stocking up with food for us.    She’s going to have to go back to the store again because this is not clearly not enough.

She also has a problem with math.  Two boxes of dog treats at 20 pounds each, do you see the problem here?

Well the canines out there will  be able to figure it out quickly but for you humans we will have to spell it out.

Six doggies divided into 40 pounds of dog treats does not come out to and easily calculated division.

We clearly need 20 more pounds of dog treats!

60 pounds of dog treats divided by six dogs equals 10 pounds of dog treats per dog, a very easily calculated division of treats.

Sigh, poor Mom, she is soooooo mentally challenged.

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Remmy

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Ranger

image Last but not least, Buster (Mom’s favorite nephew we think.)  (Yikes!  Steven and Jeremy we meant doggy nephew, human nephews are a totally different story…..)

 

My Hero!

imageimageWhen Kyle and Alex  were visiting recently we were relaxing in the front room watching a show.

Alex looked up and let out a tiny squeal.  Yikes there was a spider taking a stroll across the ceiling!  The stuff of nightmares, when would let out it’s silky rope and land on one of us?

Kyle to the rescue.  Tissue in hand he reached up and plucked the evil invader right off the ceiling.   Yes, Kyle is so tall he can touch my ceiling without even standing on his tippy toes!

How handy is that?

Our hero, Kyle.

 

Guest Blog Post Monty, My Human Brother’s Sock

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Hi my name is Monty and I am a regular guest blogger here on sanseilife.   My story today?  My human brother’s sock.

I have three brothers. Rommy, Roscoe and the human aka Treat Master.

imageTreat Master visited recently and I found a sock he left behind!   There is a reason it looks like this and it’s because I’ve been carrying it around for days.

He doesn’t come often enough and he doesn’t stay long enough when he does come, I miss him terribly.

I think mom misses him too so when she saw me carrying around his sock she let me keep it because I wasn’t chewing it up. I think she understands that his scent is like perfume to my brain and it’s a wonderful wonderful feeling, almost like having him here with me!

I am hoping for Treat Master to come soon for  another visit. I know he’ll be especially pleased I didn’t chew up his sock!

 

 

Knooking a Doctor Who Scarf

imageA project by my step daughter! She doesn’t know how to knit but she loves crochet and she found this way to make a knitted scarf with a crochet hook it’s called knooking.

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She carefully matched on the colors from the original Doctor Who scarf and is working on it as a gift for her husband.   They live in Arizona but he comes back to Colorado to play in the snow with his folks so he’ll get good use out of it.

But her evil stepmother (me tee-hee) got her interested in knitting and look what she did today!

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