Kyle meets The Flash, page three.

imageI’m not gonna lie to you.  When I shook Barry Allen’s hand not only did I have an overwhelming terrifying feeling but I also had a feeling of invincibility.

I felt like something really important was happening.  Then I saw myself through Barry Allen’s eyes.  Yikes!

I was the superhero of my dreams!   Every boy’s imagination of saving the world….but mine seemed to becoming true.

Still on my ass, I looked at myself through Barry’s eyes, or was he The Flash?

A cape, the symbol on my chest was a blur but somewhere in my mind I knew what it was.

Swooning like a schoolgirl the Silverbell artifacts intruded on my adventure.

Back to reality.   Was I destined to save the universe?

And Calalus?   That mysterious land, it was important to me and Barry Allen and The Flash.

I decided to stay in my ass for a while.


Masami Nonaka, a Child’s Memories of WWII, Assembly Center to Internment Camp, Part Two


Mas Nonaka was 8 years old when his family boarded the train from the assembly center at the Santa Anita Racetrack in California to head for their new “home”, an internment camp in Colorado.

He does not have any photographs of himself from this time of his life, but he does remember his Mom cutting his hair so the bangs would hang straight across his forehead.

Once again each family member packed up their meager possessions, only what they could carry.  Somehow his Dad figured out how to break up his Mom’s sewing machine, it traveled with her to Santa Anita and then to Amache.  Mas has no clue how this miracle happened but it must have been a prized possession for the family.

He does not remember much about the trip as he was just a child.  The adults adopted a “show no fear, show no weakness, show no vulnerability” attitude to protect their children and to protect their dignity.  As a result Mas does not remember being afraid, just another adventure to an 8 year old boy.

He cannot remember how long the train ride was, only that it was a long ride, at least 2 days long.  Every car on the train had an armed guard at each end.  The blinds were pulled down and the guards would not allow their prisoners to look out or lift the blinds “for their own protection”.

The Nonaka family had left one barren windy place to travel to another barren and windy place.


Arriving at Camp Amache, the internment camp near Granada, Colorado in September 1942 they did not know this would be their home for the next 3 years.

There were 349 barracks.  Each barracks held four rooms, 2 smaller ones on each end for the smaller families and two larger rooms 20’X20′ or 20’X24′ in the middle, one room for each family.  Each internee was given an Army bed or cot, one blanket and one straw mattress.  Each room had a pot bellied coal stove for heat and one light bulb.  The walls and floors had cracks where the wind and dust would whistle through the barracks.

There were no toilets at the beginning.  They used an outhouse.  Toilets were never installed in the individual barracks.  Most families had a bowl called chamba to use as their indoor toilet.  This was for the elderly and the children and just anybody who didn’t want to make a trip to the outhouse in the dark or bad weather.

Mas had never seen snow before but learned that snow made the barracks miserably cold in the winter.  It was also miserably hot in the summer.

The rooms were not really rooms until the fathers got together and hung sheets from wires to act as walls in an attempt to obtain some privacy.

The whole camp was surrounded by barbed wire and watch towers or sentry towers with spot lights and guards with machine guns.


Life at Amache Camp had started.

To be continued.

Kyle meets The Flash, page two.


When I shook Barry Allen’s hand that terrifying feeling of premonition once again came over me and a vision flashed through my mind before I could catch it.

That was when, for the second time today, I found myself on my ass.

Barry Allen had brought up the Silverbell artifacts.  Those were real artifacts dug up Tucson in 1924.

OK then, I felt a little better. The Silverbell artifacts are a real collection from an archeological dig.  Barry Allen had to be real police detective.  He was not The Flash.

But why did shaking his hand put me on my ass?

Why did he mention Calalus?  An unknown land thought to be a medievil Roman colony, the location of which has never been found…. much like mystical Atlantis.

The most alarming thing was his statement that the universe was relying on me.

I decided to stay in my ass for a while.


Barbecue Fairy!


Unlike some fairies Barbecue Fairies carry no malice.

They are romantic creatures that want you to enjoy eating.

So if you have an uncontrollable desire to barbecue this holiday weekend do not despair it’s just the Barbecue Fairies trying to help you enjoy your last holiday of the summer.


Hello Kitty Fairy!


Unlike some fairies Hello Kitty Fairies carry no malice.

They are romantic creatures that want you to enjoy shopping.

So if you have an uncontrollable desire to hit some sales this holiday weekend do not despair it’s just the Hello Kitty Fairies trying to help you get that new outfit!


Pam and the Gift of Romaine Lettuce


“Yes!” Pam thought to herself, there was only one person in the 15 items or less line at the grocery store and he looked like he was almost done.

She placed her few items on the checkout belt and started what turned out to be an excruciatingly long wait.  First the gentlemen got in a long conversation with the checker about one of the last items rung up, the price, was it rung up correctly, was he charged for the correct item, etc.  Yikes!

Pam felt someone getting in line behind her and wondered if she should tell them to consider another line but was distracted as she watched the guy drag a checkbook out of his back pocket.  Mesmerized she watched as he slowly filled out the check, mouthing each entry as he wrote the date, store name, amount and his name.  Pam could actually feel the anxiety of the person behind her roll over her toward the front of the line.

Pam glanced behind her and saw and very pleasant looking woman who under any other circumstances would look, well – very pleasant, but was somehow looking exasperated.  All the poor woman wanted was to buy her romaine lettuce and be on her way.  Pam thought about letting her in line in front of her but had a much better idea.

She finally got to the front of the line and quietly asked the checker to add the romaine lettuce to her bill.  She answered his puzzled look explaining that she felt the woman behind her needed something to smile about so please don’t say anything until she was well away from the checkout area.

Janet could not believe she forgot to pick up the lettuce she absolutely needed for her luncheon today.  What should have been a quick stop at the store was not and she felt a bad mood rolling off her towards the guy at the front of the line who was causing the delay, chatting to the clerk and taking his time writing a check.

Janet dragged her wallet out of her purse as she finally got to the front of the line. The clerk told her with a big smile that the lady in front of her paid for her lettuce and had said she hoped it would bring her a smile.  Gosh, she could not even remember what that woman looked like she was so focused on Mr. Slowpoke.

Janet was going to be late for the luncheon but the kindness of that stranger had lifted her mood and she was just going to be late, la-tee-da.  As she walked to her car she noticed an elderly woman struggling with a shopping cart that had suddenly gone rogue on her.  Oh well, late is late, what is a couple more minutes? She helped the grateful women push the cart to her car, unloaded her groceries into her trunk and delivered the cart to the cart corral humming to herself the whole time.

Doris could not believe that the cart would suddenly not move and she was in the middle of the parking lot!  Oh dear, she had run over something which was now wedged in the wheel.  She felt one of her headaches starting as she struggled with the cart.  A pleasant looking woman, who was actually humming and swinging a bag of lettuce, offered to help her get the cart to her car.  She actually loaded her groceries into her car and took the evil cart to the cart corral.

As Doris climbed into her car she realized that headache was gone and that she was humming that pleasant woman’s song.  She was still humming when she got home and as she got off the elevator she thought about the new neighbor who had moved into the apartment across from her.

What was her name again?  Pam?  Doris had bought a huge bouquet of flowers and decided she would make a small bouquet for her new neighbor.  She left the flowers anonymously in front of Pam’s door as a surprise and welcome to the building.

And it really started with romaine lettuce….. 🙂



Paint and Vino!




A group of us got together for a painting class with wine. This was our example.



Yikes!  That’s not the wine, that’s the paintbrush glass!


image We felt very important assembling our pallets of acrylic paints .




And off we go ….








We really were all painting the same picture.

image It was amazing to see how everybody’s paintings went off in different directions.
imageThis one is mine😓😂


It was great fun!


Confronting a Bully, Loving Frilly Blouses



Recently incidents of bullying keep creeping into my life.  Nothing against me but people I care about have been dealing with different kinds of bullying.

Sitting with my glass of wine a couple of nights ago after a conversation with a friend dealing with bullying, a dark memory came back to me about a bully.

We had just all entered 7th grade and were being bussed to a new school.  The most popular girl and the least popular girl from the graduating 6th grade were riding on the same bus.

Ms. Popular had a habit of saying catty things about Ms. Not Popular.  Ms. Not Popular’s family was struggling to make ends meet and her new school outfits were obviously from one of the discount stores, you may remember them, Woolworth’s.

We would stand around in the dark waiting for the school bus to pick us up.  It was fall so we didn’t need jackets yet.

Ms. Not Popular was wearing a frilly blouse.  It was cute but definitely not a Penney’s or Joslin’s blouse….  Definitely from Woolworth’s.  I noticed it had a cute frill in the front and the bottoms of the sleeves had a nice frill.  It was a good choice and I had a feeling it was picked out with care, that she probably had to agonize over what her family could afford for new clothes.

Ms. Popular started to make fun of her blouse, boldly pointing out the quality and claiming the blouse looked cheap.

I had a decision, as a 7th grade girl who is trying to make her way in society I thought I had two choices:  one-I could keep my mouth shut;  or, two-I could join in with the teasing.  Then I realized  I had a third choice, I could stand up to Ms. Popular.

I thought about it for a moment, actually took one of those deep breaths and then I told Ms. Popular exactly what I thought of her and her treatment of Ms. Not Popular.  I knew in my heart everyone was cheering me on but my 7th grade girl’s sense told me that no one was going to back me up.  Sure enough the other girls immediately stepped away from me, even Ms. Not Popular!  I became Ms. Not Popular Too for the rest of the school year.

Yeah, I suffered some bullying from those girls, there may be nothing more vicious than the popular girl scorned and the wanna be popular girls kissing butt.  But as my Dad used to say, “Builds character!”

I have always loved frilly blouses and own one in all the colors and patterns you can imagine.  Yay for the character building of frilly blouses!