Before I begin this stroll through my thoughts, I guess I should say it was inspired thinking about my parents. They both had such unhappy youths
and childhoods. My Dad was left by his mother to be raised by his pateranl grandmother and my Mom was abandoned by her father along with her 8 siblings and their mother. Dad was in England and Mom was
in Ohio. They met on a blind date when Mom was only 18 years old, Dad was 22. Being interested in genealogy has brought my focus into a very peculiar channel of thinking. Family does not appear as mere names on a line of a pedigree chart or family group sheet - they appear real - flesh and blood people. Thus comes the realization these people had feelings and were working their way through life, at their time, and leaving behind both good and bad memories and examples. Who were they really, and what made them do and become who and what they were? I really have no idea what the answer to that question might be, but I do know a bit about the effects they had on the lives of the parents that I love so dearly, even to this day.
My materal grandmother was left to raise her family without any help except what here children could give her. She had, what appears to me, a great distrust of men, which was to be deepened in her hate for foreign men in particular - which of course included my Dad. Now I find that a very difficult thing to understand, because my Dad had to be just about the greatest guy I ever knew. He was overly protective of my Mom and he was ever mindful of my grandmother. Could it have been that Mom being the baby of the family, she, my grandmother resented my Dad taking Mom from her? It is, of course a possiblity. One wonders what effects the way people set their hearts and minds, and into what patterns!
Of course with such a background, Mom was never really trusting of men in general - I sometimes wondered how Dad was able to win her over? Possibly his gentleness or maybe by his ability to be charming. They were a great pair, and certainly good examples for what made a good marriage. Dad never allowed us kids to ever talk back or mistreat Mom in anyway. I remember one time when the boys and I were in some kind of an argument - Mom was not able to get us past what ever the difficulty was and she wasn't feeling well so she just left the house and said she was never coming back. Needless to say we all perked up with that and spent a very reflective afternoon trying to figure out how we were going to explain Mom leaving when Dad came home. I was a little more alert than either of the boys and saw Moms watch laying on the table. She never went anywhere without that watch on her wrist. That gave me hope that she might return, but I wondered if it would be before Dad got home. None of us wanted to face him and explain what had caused her to leave. You know to this day I can't recall when she came back or what really happened with Dad. I just know we never put up that kind of a fuss after that. We learned, you don't push Mom too far. I believe that is why it was gratifying to find I had married a man who had those same kind of ideals when we had our family. A husband that didn't like to leave the corrections to be done "when he came home", or have the kids back talk or be irreverent "to your mother".
So I can't help but wonder - what makes us develope the ideals that we have in our homes? Is it because we have seen what we like or dislike, or do we just follow suit when we get older? I have been aware that not one of us kids drive any different than Dad. He had something to say about everyones performance on the road. I observed over the years before I could drive, my brothers followed that pattern, and of course anyone that has driven with me, realizes that I am very verbal about what is going on around me as I chug along the highway. Are we just what we have observed, or do we have power to be what we want to be? I don't know! Is growing up in society today merely following what we have observed, or is it a carefully decided choice?
You know since I learned the truth about how my Mothers father leaving the family, taking all the money, with them in such hard times, how I marvel how they were able to keep their heads above water. Yet I realize they worked hard and made do with little, but they all grew up to be pretty respectable people. When I learned about my wayward grand father and the family he had in Canada, things were financially better on the surface, but the kids were not really all that much better off. So it is a real mystery to me how all those kids, too, turned out with such wonderful families. Go figure! Possibly there is a great lesson to be learned in all of it, but I have found it difficult to find it in my work of gathering information on them.
If it is true -from our first estate, we chose who our families would be here in this life; why did we pick the ones we did? What was the great desire we had, or the friendships there that made being together here so desirable? Another question, at this time, I have no answer for, is if there is one, how fortunate we must be to have the families we have, and yet how mystifying what brought about those connections we have made. Makes me think! Life just doesn't happen. It is a continual progress in motion that gives us reason to reflect on what our part is, and how well we are accomplishing what is needed.
You know I have never been alone before. I started out with my parents and two brothers. This was followed by a husband and then my own children. As our children got older and left home to go about their own lives, I still had a husband. Now I am a widow and live on in my home.
Amazing how memories help pass the time and how the normal everyday responsiblities keep things moving along. We are a fortunate lot, and I am not sure we take time to really appreciate what we have. For some I am sure life seems hard, and it some cases it might be, but we are all responsible for what life is on a day to day basis. We all wake up, and have things that NEED to be done. We all have days when we just DON'T want to deal with things as they come up, but life does go on and with or without us, it will continue to do so. If I an unhappy I have to remember what Mom used to always say: "Well if you are unhappy, you have the same dirty shirt to get happy in". So I guess I can find the happiness no matter in what I am dressed. It all depends on me. No one is going to come around with a cart full of happiness and ask me how much I need today. There was another saying I am not sure just how it went, but I believe it was something like: "Laugh and world laughs with you - cry and cry alone". What ever the truth is that we are here to do the best we can, and to leave with as much accomplished as we are able to do. Never say die, though die we must!
Written this 22 day of October 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I Love the Train
You know now that driving distances has been limited to me for at least a year, I have to find a way to get away from time to time. When my Grand Niece was getting married in September of 2011 I had to make arrangements to get to Oregon for the ceremony. What else, call and see how I could get to Redmond, Oregon on the Train. The arrangements were simple. Call AmTrac and talk to an agent about the best price and time as well as station to leave from.
Paso Robles has a Train Station, so I picked that. They only leave once a day, and that would be in the afternoon. No problem. I then had to find out what would be my best price. Realizing that I would be on the Train over night, I opted for a Roomette. This would give me a nice bed for the night and of course included all my meals, plus I was close to the rest rooms and showers. In case I wanted to take one that is. Which I did not.
They do furnish the towels and so that is great - if you were interested.
When I left would make a difference in what price I had to pay. I did not care when I left, so I worked it out with the Agent as to what day I would book, gave them my Credit Card, and was set. Now to get ready!
I found getting to the Station on the day picked, I had a number of options. My Visiting Teacher was happy to drop me off, so that was taken care of. I had some things to take up with me, so I was quick to fashion my suitcases into a piggy back pair that one set of wheels would move along very successfully. It took me a couple trips to places to get bolts long enough with washers and nuts to fasten them to the 'pegs' or feet on the cases. Now placing them so that the wheel ends were opposite, I could use the straps at the top of each suitcase to wrap around the bolts and secure them together so that they would not slip arround. Of course to see they really were secure, I went to WalMart and bought a luggage strap that was long enough to go around the two cases, and then they were really secure. Neither of them had all that much in them, but I had
left a few things when I was at my Brothers place earlier in the year, so I needed room to bring that back. Worked both ways, and I felt pretty proud of myself to be able to work this out. A chip off the old block - my Dad could have done better, I am sure, but with what I had learned from him, I was able to manage pretty darn good, even if I do say so myself!
Because we left at about 3:30 in the afternoon, I could enjoy the scenery going that I would not see returning because we left Chamult, Oregon at night on the return trip. While I arrived at around 9 am on my way up. Really makes it nice. Oregon is pretty much a change of scenery quickly after you leave California because of all the Trees. Of course you have all the open country as well. With the changes it is exciting to have them tell you over the inter-com what will be coming up along the side of the Train and giving you time to look for it, whether on your side or the side across the isle. I think the one thing I remember best was the Root Beer Falls, I can't remember whether they came up before or after Klamath Falls, Oregon. They said the color of the water was due to Chemicals in the water. They did look like Root Beer. Once or twice, of course they had some fun things they announced. Didn't take me long to figure out they had a great sence of humor. The Steward from the Dining Car came through making reservations for the various meals. I didn't have to bother when he came by, as my Room Steward came to take my order when I was ready and brought my meals to me. It was nice. There is one set of menus going and one set coming back. That way you have a great choice, just in case you have to repeat because of the time you are on the Train. They have a Parlor Car which has a different Menu and you are welcome to eat there if you are in a Sleeper Car, but I was not able to walk to get to it, due to the movement of the Train. Then of course they had a Snack Bar that was open most of the day and evening hours. They were constantly announcing the 'goodies' that were available. There is no smoking on any Train, so they would remind the passangers when they were coming to a smoking stop so those interested could get off and grab a "couple of puffs". There were some of these stops that they could only exit from one specific car, so there was a scrample at times to get to where they could make their way to be able to accomodate their habit.
The first time I went on the Train, the Stop, and that is all it is in Chamult was pretty bad. It had snowed, there was a wooden deck with a ramp that went to the parking lot where the Bus picked me up for the 2 hour drive into Redmond. Back then, we had to be picked up in Bend, but now they have the Bus that goes all the way into the Redmond Airport. Well getting off that first time was pretty hazardous, but now they have reworked the Stop and there is a nice Cemented Area with Benches and a Roof. As we have to get on at around 8 o'clock a night, it is nice to have it so well lite
and a great ramp as well as stairs to get down to the Parking Area or up to the Train. Usually there is time for a Snack Stop before we board the Train, but on this return trip, we were held up by a road working crew that ate up time, so we barely had time to get up from the Parking Lot to catch our Train. I was surprised the same Bus Driver that took me up to Redmond was the same one who picked me up for my return trip. I guess he appreciated the fact I was the only one to tip him on the first trip and to repeat it on the way back that he took my luggage all the way to the top for me, I guess because we were late, and he remembered I didn't move all that fast. Certainly was a blessing for me. The Conductor who got off
the Train when they stopped jumped off called my name and told me to get on he would take care of my luggage. The Room Steward was there to give me a hand getting on, so I made it in good time, and didn't hold things up. The stop in Chamult is pretty short, so they don't let anyone get off. They usually have to move the train for admitting the Sleeper Car passengers and then stop again for those who are in the Chair Cars.
When I got on, my bed was made up and I was able to get myself ready for bed, and comfortable for the return trip. It was fun because when I left to go up a couple from England got on a few stops after I had and we had a nice visit. When I returned the Roomette across from me was another couple from England who were ending their trip by visiting their Son in San Francisco. They were pleasant and we had a nice chat before we all said Good-night and turned out our lights. They got off shortly after breakfast the next morning. I of course didn't leave the Train until after I had lunch. I wouldn't advise you order the Vegi-burger. It was lovely except when they made it, they included too much hot spice, I could only eat half of it. I had a glass of milk, so I managed, but it is a shame that so much of the food anymore is seasoned with so much hot spices that it makes it miserable for me. If I know, I avoid it, but who would have guessed a Vegi-burger would be spiced HOT?
Well after a lovely 18 day visit with Ronald and his family, I rolled back into Paso Robles and found things here at home not changed very much. The rain they were expecting in Redmond, Oregon on Monday finally made its way down to Paso by Thursday and Friday. It was a nice rain and I did believe it was the begining of Fall, but that lastest but a short time when we were told a heat spell was coming this next week, so we have to leave the bathing suits out and the snow caps and umbrellas will still have to stay in the closet. Purhaps there will not be any frost on the pumpkins for Halloween this year? With or without it we are breezing into the Holiday Season pretty quickly. Will have to decide what I will be doing this year - all by myself. Haven't ever done this before. May prove a great experience. What ever - I just wanted to share this fun time and tell you that traveling on the Train is great, and I will certainly look forward to doing it again when the opportunity arises.
Written this 8th day of October 2011
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Paso Robles has a Train Station, so I picked that. They only leave once a day, and that would be in the afternoon. No problem. I then had to find out what would be my best price. Realizing that I would be on the Train over night, I opted for a Roomette. This would give me a nice bed for the night and of course included all my meals, plus I was close to the rest rooms and showers. In case I wanted to take one that is. Which I did not.
They do furnish the towels and so that is great - if you were interested.
When I left would make a difference in what price I had to pay. I did not care when I left, so I worked it out with the Agent as to what day I would book, gave them my Credit Card, and was set. Now to get ready!
I found getting to the Station on the day picked, I had a number of options. My Visiting Teacher was happy to drop me off, so that was taken care of. I had some things to take up with me, so I was quick to fashion my suitcases into a piggy back pair that one set of wheels would move along very successfully. It took me a couple trips to places to get bolts long enough with washers and nuts to fasten them to the 'pegs' or feet on the cases. Now placing them so that the wheel ends were opposite, I could use the straps at the top of each suitcase to wrap around the bolts and secure them together so that they would not slip arround. Of course to see they really were secure, I went to WalMart and bought a luggage strap that was long enough to go around the two cases, and then they were really secure. Neither of them had all that much in them, but I had
left a few things when I was at my Brothers place earlier in the year, so I needed room to bring that back. Worked both ways, and I felt pretty proud of myself to be able to work this out. A chip off the old block - my Dad could have done better, I am sure, but with what I had learned from him, I was able to manage pretty darn good, even if I do say so myself!
Because we left at about 3:30 in the afternoon, I could enjoy the scenery going that I would not see returning because we left Chamult, Oregon at night on the return trip. While I arrived at around 9 am on my way up. Really makes it nice. Oregon is pretty much a change of scenery quickly after you leave California because of all the Trees. Of course you have all the open country as well. With the changes it is exciting to have them tell you over the inter-com what will be coming up along the side of the Train and giving you time to look for it, whether on your side or the side across the isle. I think the one thing I remember best was the Root Beer Falls, I can't remember whether they came up before or after Klamath Falls, Oregon. They said the color of the water was due to Chemicals in the water. They did look like Root Beer. Once or twice, of course they had some fun things they announced. Didn't take me long to figure out they had a great sence of humor. The Steward from the Dining Car came through making reservations for the various meals. I didn't have to bother when he came by, as my Room Steward came to take my order when I was ready and brought my meals to me. It was nice. There is one set of menus going and one set coming back. That way you have a great choice, just in case you have to repeat because of the time you are on the Train. They have a Parlor Car which has a different Menu and you are welcome to eat there if you are in a Sleeper Car, but I was not able to walk to get to it, due to the movement of the Train. Then of course they had a Snack Bar that was open most of the day and evening hours. They were constantly announcing the 'goodies' that were available. There is no smoking on any Train, so they would remind the passangers when they were coming to a smoking stop so those interested could get off and grab a "couple of puffs". There were some of these stops that they could only exit from one specific car, so there was a scrample at times to get to where they could make their way to be able to accomodate their habit.
The first time I went on the Train, the Stop, and that is all it is in Chamult was pretty bad. It had snowed, there was a wooden deck with a ramp that went to the parking lot where the Bus picked me up for the 2 hour drive into Redmond. Back then, we had to be picked up in Bend, but now they have the Bus that goes all the way into the Redmond Airport. Well getting off that first time was pretty hazardous, but now they have reworked the Stop and there is a nice Cemented Area with Benches and a Roof. As we have to get on at around 8 o'clock a night, it is nice to have it so well lite
and a great ramp as well as stairs to get down to the Parking Area or up to the Train. Usually there is time for a Snack Stop before we board the Train, but on this return trip, we were held up by a road working crew that ate up time, so we barely had time to get up from the Parking Lot to catch our Train. I was surprised the same Bus Driver that took me up to Redmond was the same one who picked me up for my return trip. I guess he appreciated the fact I was the only one to tip him on the first trip and to repeat it on the way back that he took my luggage all the way to the top for me, I guess because we were late, and he remembered I didn't move all that fast. Certainly was a blessing for me. The Conductor who got off
the Train when they stopped jumped off called my name and told me to get on he would take care of my luggage. The Room Steward was there to give me a hand getting on, so I made it in good time, and didn't hold things up. The stop in Chamult is pretty short, so they don't let anyone get off. They usually have to move the train for admitting the Sleeper Car passengers and then stop again for those who are in the Chair Cars.
When I got on, my bed was made up and I was able to get myself ready for bed, and comfortable for the return trip. It was fun because when I left to go up a couple from England got on a few stops after I had and we had a nice visit. When I returned the Roomette across from me was another couple from England who were ending their trip by visiting their Son in San Francisco. They were pleasant and we had a nice chat before we all said Good-night and turned out our lights. They got off shortly after breakfast the next morning. I of course didn't leave the Train until after I had lunch. I wouldn't advise you order the Vegi-burger. It was lovely except when they made it, they included too much hot spice, I could only eat half of it. I had a glass of milk, so I managed, but it is a shame that so much of the food anymore is seasoned with so much hot spices that it makes it miserable for me. If I know, I avoid it, but who would have guessed a Vegi-burger would be spiced HOT?
Well after a lovely 18 day visit with Ronald and his family, I rolled back into Paso Robles and found things here at home not changed very much. The rain they were expecting in Redmond, Oregon on Monday finally made its way down to Paso by Thursday and Friday. It was a nice rain and I did believe it was the begining of Fall, but that lastest but a short time when we were told a heat spell was coming this next week, so we have to leave the bathing suits out and the snow caps and umbrellas will still have to stay in the closet. Purhaps there will not be any frost on the pumpkins for Halloween this year? With or without it we are breezing into the Holiday Season pretty quickly. Will have to decide what I will be doing this year - all by myself. Haven't ever done this before. May prove a great experience. What ever - I just wanted to share this fun time and tell you that traveling on the Train is great, and I will certainly look forward to doing it again when the opportunity arises.
Written this 8th day of October 2011
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Friday, July 15, 2011
Grandma and the Possum
Before I get into this subject, I would like the reader to know that I have been greatly amused at the squirrels that are able to get by just about any obsticle to get to a back yard bird feeder. It didn't matter how smart the plan, eventually the squirrels were able to make it past the ingenuous ideas that had been set out. Having said that, I will advance into 'my story'!
I buy all four types of Friskies Cat Food in the large bags and then mix them together for my 'spoiled cat' MIA. As you may well imagine the end result is I need a large container in which to store that much cat food. I have saved one of the large ice chests from Omaha Steaks which is capable of storing in a covered and odorless container a little over 1/3 of the food. What then to do with the rest? Well, Paul had a white waste basket in his room, that I took, lined with a white storage bag and put the remainder in it. The lid for the can was one that had a swing over, so it was not good enough. I decided to put a large glass lid from a pot I had broken some time ago. The lid was good, so I have held on to it.
Now you have to understand that I mixed this food some time around March it is now July. About the last week in June, I awoke during the night with that container sharp in mind, but I did not get up at that time and check it. I had put it under a table next to the freezer, and felt it was quite safe. About a week later at around midnight, I went to the back door to see if MIA wanted to come in and go to bed. As I looked out, I saw the pointed snout and beady eyes of a very small possum staring at me from within the white container. I made noise, I hit the table, but it was of no avail, the little critter just stared at me and didn't move. They can be mean, so I didn't try to do anything else, just let MIA in and closed the door. In the morning, I got the container out and noticed that the little critter had chewed one or two very small openings in the white plastic bag, around the glass lid that didn't quite cover the inside of the container, and had eaten some of the cashe it had found.
Now I put on my 'thinking cap' and devised a dastardly plan to keep that small critter from invading my cat food again. I had an old ice cream tub filled with beads I had decorated my Christmas Trees with. I put that on top of the cat food, lid down. As it was not as big around as the container, I took empty water bottles and stuffed them all around the ice cream container. On top of that I again placed the large glass lid. A Hah! I was a genius.
A few nights later I saw the little critter scurry out of the garage as I opened the back door. Foiled! Hurray. I was so pleased with myself, I could hardly stand it.
About a week later I discovered that little critter had a 'thinking cap' of it's own. The glass lid was on the floor next to the container. (Unbroken mind you.) I pulled out the container and guess what? That little 'stink' had dumped the lid and pulled a number of the water bottles out of the container and made room for it's snout to get into one of the holes it had chewed previously in the plastic bag. Ye gads, what a discovery! I had been outsmarted by a small vermen, whoes tail was longer that it's body.
NOW! What could 'I' devise to keep my cashe of cat food safe, and my garage vermin free? (You would have been proud of me!)
I took the container out from under the table. I put a box over the top and then put a folding chair on top of that and secured it for safety with a bungee (sp) cord around it to secure it to the wall. I then wedged a swiffer (sp) mop that was hanging on the wall on top of the box, for a stonger hold. To that I added the heavy fire extinguisher on the top of the box, and one of the rolls of plastic bags I use to line my 'in house' trash containers. NOW LETS SEE THAT LITTLE CRITTER GET
INTO THE CAT FOOD!?
I have to admit that I am not all that secure in the thought that it won't find a way, but at least the container is in plain sight everytime I go in and out of the kitchen door to the garage, and I can detect any activity that might be the least bit telling. Never under estimate an 82 year old when they get taken advantage of. I noticed this morning there had been some activity. The paper bags I had by the back door were moved about, but I am going to pit my cunning and ingenuous mind in everyway possible to beat this 'little critter' any way that I can.
There may be additional notes on this "Saga of Grandma and the Possum" I advise you to keep tuned in case I have to do some thing more drastic. Should I add - "to be continued"? We shall see!
Written this 15th day of July 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
I buy all four types of Friskies Cat Food in the large bags and then mix them together for my 'spoiled cat' MIA. As you may well imagine the end result is I need a large container in which to store that much cat food. I have saved one of the large ice chests from Omaha Steaks which is capable of storing in a covered and odorless container a little over 1/3 of the food. What then to do with the rest? Well, Paul had a white waste basket in his room, that I took, lined with a white storage bag and put the remainder in it. The lid for the can was one that had a swing over, so it was not good enough. I decided to put a large glass lid from a pot I had broken some time ago. The lid was good, so I have held on to it.
Now you have to understand that I mixed this food some time around March it is now July. About the last week in June, I awoke during the night with that container sharp in mind, but I did not get up at that time and check it. I had put it under a table next to the freezer, and felt it was quite safe. About a week later at around midnight, I went to the back door to see if MIA wanted to come in and go to bed. As I looked out, I saw the pointed snout and beady eyes of a very small possum staring at me from within the white container. I made noise, I hit the table, but it was of no avail, the little critter just stared at me and didn't move. They can be mean, so I didn't try to do anything else, just let MIA in and closed the door. In the morning, I got the container out and noticed that the little critter had chewed one or two very small openings in the white plastic bag, around the glass lid that didn't quite cover the inside of the container, and had eaten some of the cashe it had found.
Now I put on my 'thinking cap' and devised a dastardly plan to keep that small critter from invading my cat food again. I had an old ice cream tub filled with beads I had decorated my Christmas Trees with. I put that on top of the cat food, lid down. As it was not as big around as the container, I took empty water bottles and stuffed them all around the ice cream container. On top of that I again placed the large glass lid. A Hah! I was a genius.
A few nights later I saw the little critter scurry out of the garage as I opened the back door. Foiled! Hurray. I was so pleased with myself, I could hardly stand it.
About a week later I discovered that little critter had a 'thinking cap' of it's own. The glass lid was on the floor next to the container. (Unbroken mind you.) I pulled out the container and guess what? That little 'stink' had dumped the lid and pulled a number of the water bottles out of the container and made room for it's snout to get into one of the holes it had chewed previously in the plastic bag. Ye gads, what a discovery! I had been outsmarted by a small vermen, whoes tail was longer that it's body.
NOW! What could 'I' devise to keep my cashe of cat food safe, and my garage vermin free? (You would have been proud of me!)
I took the container out from under the table. I put a box over the top and then put a folding chair on top of that and secured it for safety with a bungee (sp) cord around it to secure it to the wall. I then wedged a swiffer (sp) mop that was hanging on the wall on top of the box, for a stonger hold. To that I added the heavy fire extinguisher on the top of the box, and one of the rolls of plastic bags I use to line my 'in house' trash containers. NOW LETS SEE THAT LITTLE CRITTER GET
INTO THE CAT FOOD!?
I have to admit that I am not all that secure in the thought that it won't find a way, but at least the container is in plain sight everytime I go in and out of the kitchen door to the garage, and I can detect any activity that might be the least bit telling. Never under estimate an 82 year old when they get taken advantage of. I noticed this morning there had been some activity. The paper bags I had by the back door were moved about, but I am going to pit my cunning and ingenuous mind in everyway possible to beat this 'little critter' any way that I can.
There may be additional notes on this "Saga of Grandma and the Possum" I advise you to keep tuned in case I have to do some thing more drastic. Should I add - "to be continued"? We shall see!
Written this 15th day of July 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Unfurl the Stars & Stripes Here Comes the Fourth!
Get the picnic baskets out, find the Red and White Checkered Tableclothe, get out the plastic plates, knives, forks and spoons and lets Celebrate! Let's see - what shall we have on the menu? Meatloaf was one of Grandma Smith/Rosenbergs favorites, then there were the homemade baked beans that she put in the oven to cook overnight. Of course she had boiled some eggs and put them in a jar with beets and vinegar for 'pickled eggs' too. She had made potato salad and when there would be a great deal more than just the 5 of us, she would fry up a chicken. There was always plenty to eat, and we sure looked forward to it too.
That was then, and this is now. What makes the Fourth of July such a great deal of fun for all the family? Well the Templeton City Parade of course. How did we ever live without it before we moved here? I will never know. Is it Big? No! Is it spectacular? No! But it sure is fun. The
size, the contents even the length is of little consequence. Everyone looks forward to being with everyone else and just having FUN! The kids of course look forward to the challenge of getting some of the candy that is always thrown out by the various floats that participate. Then there are those small flags that are passed out each year so they may be waved as
the 'parade passes by'.
It takes longer to find a place, get settled; and say Hi to all the friends that show up than it does to watch the parade, but heck, that is what the day is all about. Being with those who you love and those who have crossed the various paths of life you have led that makes the day so anticipated and greatly enjoyed. Not the food, not the other things that go on, but being aware of the great blessing of being a citizen of such a great country and the pride in being part of it and remembering those who have paid, with time, life and limb to keep America as great as 'she' is! Waving the Red, White and Blue and singing "God Bless America", or "America the Beautiful".
Yep! it is that time of year again when we stop what we do usually and set about getting things ready for a very Fun Day with the Family and Friends that mean so much to us. Aren't we lucky to be able to do it one more time! Well I think I am - how about you?
Written this 27th of June 2011
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
That was then, and this is now. What makes the Fourth of July such a great deal of fun for all the family? Well the Templeton City Parade of course. How did we ever live without it before we moved here? I will never know. Is it Big? No! Is it spectacular? No! But it sure is fun. The
size, the contents even the length is of little consequence. Everyone looks forward to being with everyone else and just having FUN! The kids of course look forward to the challenge of getting some of the candy that is always thrown out by the various floats that participate. Then there are those small flags that are passed out each year so they may be waved as
the 'parade passes by'.
It takes longer to find a place, get settled; and say Hi to all the friends that show up than it does to watch the parade, but heck, that is what the day is all about. Being with those who you love and those who have crossed the various paths of life you have led that makes the day so anticipated and greatly enjoyed. Not the food, not the other things that go on, but being aware of the great blessing of being a citizen of such a great country and the pride in being part of it and remembering those who have paid, with time, life and limb to keep America as great as 'she' is! Waving the Red, White and Blue and singing "God Bless America", or "America the Beautiful".
Yep! it is that time of year again when we stop what we do usually and set about getting things ready for a very Fun Day with the Family and Friends that mean so much to us. Aren't we lucky to be able to do it one more time! Well I think I am - how about you?
Written this 27th of June 2011
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Hey, I am back again!
Been awhile since I sat at the computer and downloaded my mind on a few things that may, or, may not be of interest? It is a Sunday Morning and I am not in Church, as I should be, due to Broncitus. Hardly thought anyone would care to hear me 'hack' and 'sputter'. Come to think of it, I
don't care much for it myself. That being said, I first wish to 'Thank' those who have been putting things on their Blog - whoever they may be.
It seems when I check, the time some have been absent with 'updates' have become more than less. Wonder why that could be? Time certainly gets away from us, and with the things that have been happening in my life, I certainly realize that when it is gone, it is gone and there is not a thing we can do that will bring back opportunity that was missed. So I hope those of you who have been negligent in putting something on the Blog will take a minute or two to get back 'on line' and let us all hear from you. Particulary pictures, which I apologize is one of the things I know little about. Maybe one day one of those who do; will take the time to come and show me how I can add them as well!
As most of you know, the end of the year at our house was a bit sad with the passing of Paul, who we all loved so dearly. How greatful I am that the Lord allowed him to stay with us as long as He did! I realize I have written a great deal about his life, and there is probably yet many things left unwritten, I will however try to finish that one of these days when I am struck with some inspiration that will do justice to the subject. In the mean time, I am thinking about all that has happened since that time. The family has some things happen that has kept us busy and occupied in other areas of our lives. Health has been a issue for some of us, while others have been busy with their work, their children and the activites they bring. How quickly time flies by. Why it was just yesterday that I was writting out the invitations for the first wedding of Grand Children. Now I am startled that our oldest Great Grand Son has just gradated from Junior High School and will be attending High School in the Fall. Then again his Sister will be coming into the Junior High he just left. Now that tells me - time has been marching along! How did that happen? Well I can't really explain it, but I believe someone once told me that it has something to do with 'growing older'. Now, you understand, I had no intention of having this happen as rapidly as it has, but find, much to my surprise that I had little to no control over any of it.
I believe what I do understand it that it is a pretty wonderful experience. I have just sat here, in my own little world, and some pretty exciting things have taken place all around me. Young people have sorted through the numerous people who have propelled themselve into and out of their lives to find that one special person that filled their hearts, and they married and started another generation. As ONE of the Grand Parents in the Family Lines, it has been quite a great thrill to have been 'added upon' in such a special way. Being members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I was pleased to attend the weddings of each of the Grand Children in their particular choice of Temples to seal their families for Eternity. Which reminds me of what was said at the time our Daughter was sealed with her family - having been sometime since her marriage to our Son-in-law: "the blessings are the same". Just another reminder that the LORD is always ready to accept us when we are willing to do what is right. The time may not be the point to when we, as individuals meet 'that need' within ourselves. Possilby, I more than anyone can speak to that subject. I am not sure I have done so previously, but just in case, I will skim over it 'once lightly' now.
I was not a member when Jay and I were married and though I joined the Church later, I had a difficult time adjusting to the idea that after being married in the Church, by a Bishop that it could be necessary for me to be married again for things to be 'correct'. After nearly 10 years, the entire reason for going to a Temple was born deeply into my mind. I worked very hard to get that same thought pattern into my Husbands. (I realized after many years, that is not something you do.) One may take part in the ceremony, and yet, not really be ready to accept the Blessings that are pronounced. It happens. . . . . . The only thing is when it does. . . there are more things envolved than most people are aware of. You know, we can think we know, even believe we understand, but in reality, like dropping a pebble into a pond, the ripples will spread wider and farther from when they began than we could possibly believe.
I will not go into details here, they are more personal and hurtful than I care to venture into, but, for the sake of making my story coherent I will simple say: having lived through such an experience, there are few words that can truly express the feeling ones has when they find their partner does not feel about a thing as important to them as it really is. Feeling left alone, really alone. Eternity is such a long time, and it is a place where things are ment to be shared. Come to think of it, I don't believe there is a way to tell those inner feelings that are so tender and so very special. One would have to experience it to know. I have been there, and in many ways still have the haunting after math that trails behind such experiences.
When I think of "Forever Families" it means something so very special to me that I am not sure I can explain it adequately. No, I don't think I can go deep enough to tell you.
Well on to brighter subjects - I have a new life, one where I can think of myself, not such a great thing really, but for the first time, I am able to come and go as I choose, and do what I desire to do. Well, after I get my knee working, and this darn cough under control that is!
Just what is it that this Great Grand Mother of eight (at this writting, that is) really want to do? Well, if I had money I would like to travel. Seeings that is not what I have, I will settle for becoming active in some worth while project or other. Maybe some volunteer work, have someone move into the house with me, so if I did have the chance to get away there would be someone here to take care of things and feed 'the darn cat'. I hope there is something along those lines that will materialize in the near future! In the meantime, I set here quite pleased to know that things on the various fronts of the family seem to be mushing along fairly well, and in time the dreams and wishes will become another part of the story. I can not help but remember when Grandma Smith/Rosenberg got her Patriarical Blessing she was told at 60 something or other: "when in your twilight years", well kids, I believe, I too have arrived at that time of life.
Can't say that I mind, I would like to feel I follow the thought: "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thorougly used up, totaly worn out, and saying . . . . WOW . . . what a ride!!!" Can't say I am
at that point yet, but GEE! I am enjoying this ride! (The used up part seems to be creeping up on me however!) - Love Ya -
Written this 26th day of June 2011
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
don't care much for it myself. That being said, I first wish to 'Thank' those who have been putting things on their Blog - whoever they may be.
It seems when I check, the time some have been absent with 'updates' have become more than less. Wonder why that could be? Time certainly gets away from us, and with the things that have been happening in my life, I certainly realize that when it is gone, it is gone and there is not a thing we can do that will bring back opportunity that was missed. So I hope those of you who have been negligent in putting something on the Blog will take a minute or two to get back 'on line' and let us all hear from you. Particulary pictures, which I apologize is one of the things I know little about. Maybe one day one of those who do; will take the time to come and show me how I can add them as well!
As most of you know, the end of the year at our house was a bit sad with the passing of Paul, who we all loved so dearly. How greatful I am that the Lord allowed him to stay with us as long as He did! I realize I have written a great deal about his life, and there is probably yet many things left unwritten, I will however try to finish that one of these days when I am struck with some inspiration that will do justice to the subject. In the mean time, I am thinking about all that has happened since that time. The family has some things happen that has kept us busy and occupied in other areas of our lives. Health has been a issue for some of us, while others have been busy with their work, their children and the activites they bring. How quickly time flies by. Why it was just yesterday that I was writting out the invitations for the first wedding of Grand Children. Now I am startled that our oldest Great Grand Son has just gradated from Junior High School and will be attending High School in the Fall. Then again his Sister will be coming into the Junior High he just left. Now that tells me - time has been marching along! How did that happen? Well I can't really explain it, but I believe someone once told me that it has something to do with 'growing older'. Now, you understand, I had no intention of having this happen as rapidly as it has, but find, much to my surprise that I had little to no control over any of it.
I believe what I do understand it that it is a pretty wonderful experience. I have just sat here, in my own little world, and some pretty exciting things have taken place all around me. Young people have sorted through the numerous people who have propelled themselve into and out of their lives to find that one special person that filled their hearts, and they married and started another generation. As ONE of the Grand Parents in the Family Lines, it has been quite a great thrill to have been 'added upon' in such a special way. Being members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I was pleased to attend the weddings of each of the Grand Children in their particular choice of Temples to seal their families for Eternity. Which reminds me of what was said at the time our Daughter was sealed with her family - having been sometime since her marriage to our Son-in-law: "the blessings are the same". Just another reminder that the LORD is always ready to accept us when we are willing to do what is right. The time may not be the point to when we, as individuals meet 'that need' within ourselves. Possilby, I more than anyone can speak to that subject. I am not sure I have done so previously, but just in case, I will skim over it 'once lightly' now.
I was not a member when Jay and I were married and though I joined the Church later, I had a difficult time adjusting to the idea that after being married in the Church, by a Bishop that it could be necessary for me to be married again for things to be 'correct'. After nearly 10 years, the entire reason for going to a Temple was born deeply into my mind. I worked very hard to get that same thought pattern into my Husbands. (I realized after many years, that is not something you do.) One may take part in the ceremony, and yet, not really be ready to accept the Blessings that are pronounced. It happens. . . . . . The only thing is when it does. . . there are more things envolved than most people are aware of. You know, we can think we know, even believe we understand, but in reality, like dropping a pebble into a pond, the ripples will spread wider and farther from when they began than we could possibly believe.
I will not go into details here, they are more personal and hurtful than I care to venture into, but, for the sake of making my story coherent I will simple say: having lived through such an experience, there are few words that can truly express the feeling ones has when they find their partner does not feel about a thing as important to them as it really is. Feeling left alone, really alone. Eternity is such a long time, and it is a place where things are ment to be shared. Come to think of it, I don't believe there is a way to tell those inner feelings that are so tender and so very special. One would have to experience it to know. I have been there, and in many ways still have the haunting after math that trails behind such experiences.
When I think of "Forever Families" it means something so very special to me that I am not sure I can explain it adequately. No, I don't think I can go deep enough to tell you.
Well on to brighter subjects - I have a new life, one where I can think of myself, not such a great thing really, but for the first time, I am able to come and go as I choose, and do what I desire to do. Well, after I get my knee working, and this darn cough under control that is!
Just what is it that this Great Grand Mother of eight (at this writting, that is) really want to do? Well, if I had money I would like to travel. Seeings that is not what I have, I will settle for becoming active in some worth while project or other. Maybe some volunteer work, have someone move into the house with me, so if I did have the chance to get away there would be someone here to take care of things and feed 'the darn cat'. I hope there is something along those lines that will materialize in the near future! In the meantime, I set here quite pleased to know that things on the various fronts of the family seem to be mushing along fairly well, and in time the dreams and wishes will become another part of the story. I can not help but remember when Grandma Smith/Rosenberg got her Patriarical Blessing she was told at 60 something or other: "when in your twilight years", well kids, I believe, I too have arrived at that time of life.
Can't say that I mind, I would like to feel I follow the thought: "Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thorougly used up, totaly worn out, and saying . . . . WOW . . . what a ride!!!" Can't say I am
at that point yet, but GEE! I am enjoying this ride! (The used up part seems to be creeping up on me however!) - Love Ya -
Written this 26th day of June 2011
by: Eileen C. Rosenberg
Monday, May 23, 2011
Remembering Paradise Point
Wonderful weather and of course this time of year makes for some pretty special memories. Which brought up thoughts of our many wonderful trips out to Paradise Point. I believe I have given the story of how Jay got the boat, so there is no need to go into that again. It was the time he spent getting things worked out for such fun trips that come flooding back to mind as I think about those "good olde days".
I am not sure how Jay learned about this spot, but it was certainly a great one, and we went a great many times to enjoy the Colorado River and the fun of Water Skiing. Of course none of that is there now. Well, the River is, of course still winding its' way through things, but the Point was long ago washed away with flash floods. Pity, because it was a very special place to enjoy being rustic and having a great deal of family fun.
Jay had a pretty good vacation to use each year, and found it most beneficial to take it in 'spurts'. That is he would take Friday and Monday off so we had a great many long 'week-ends' to enjoy. The kids and I would work all day Thursday getting things ready to go. Paul would help pack the boat and I would work getting all the food and other things ready. By the time Jay got home from work on Thursday evening, we were ready to head out for some fun! It was a long drive. We would not get into camp until very late at night, but would be able to rise and shine early on Friday to start in the activities that everyone enjoyed so much.
We had the camper on the back of the pick-up so housing was not a problem. The one problem was I was always exposed to the dreaded 'no seeums'. Man they could eat me alive while I was sleeping. They did not bother another one of the family, but they did enjoy 'feasting' on me.
One thing that stands out in my mind is the way the kids would make friends all over camp before we had hardly settled in. They knew everyone and were able to mindle and have fun from the time we arrived until we were leaving. Of course we found many of the same campers over the time we spent there. That of course made it another plus.
We took a number of Family Friends down with us and they too learned to loved the place. My brother Ronald Smith and his family joined us a number of times. Ron bought a boat too, and Bill and Paul were on the water most of the time. In fact they got to be pretty good. Got into trouble a time of two, but were not really troublesome kids, just a bit too
energetic!
We use to take the little dogs with us. It was not a problem They loved going, and when we would head out for home, we would wet down a big beach towel and put it on the seat between Jay and I and the dogs would lay covered in it to keep cool. It worked. We didn't have Air Conditioning in the truck. In fact, I don't believe they had much Air Condtiotion in cars back then. I recall we did have a water cooler for the car when we made one trip to Utah, but it was not good for the kids. Well that was a good many years ago, and times and things do change.
Those were the days when we had fun as a family, and Jay was such a great one to plan and prepare for just such times. I believe he wanted to make memories for the family that would last a life time, and you know, I think he succeeded.
I am not sure how Jay learned about this spot, but it was certainly a great one, and we went a great many times to enjoy the Colorado River and the fun of Water Skiing. Of course none of that is there now. Well, the River is, of course still winding its' way through things, but the Point was long ago washed away with flash floods. Pity, because it was a very special place to enjoy being rustic and having a great deal of family fun.
Jay had a pretty good vacation to use each year, and found it most beneficial to take it in 'spurts'. That is he would take Friday and Monday off so we had a great many long 'week-ends' to enjoy. The kids and I would work all day Thursday getting things ready to go. Paul would help pack the boat and I would work getting all the food and other things ready. By the time Jay got home from work on Thursday evening, we were ready to head out for some fun! It was a long drive. We would not get into camp until very late at night, but would be able to rise and shine early on Friday to start in the activities that everyone enjoyed so much.
We had the camper on the back of the pick-up so housing was not a problem. The one problem was I was always exposed to the dreaded 'no seeums'. Man they could eat me alive while I was sleeping. They did not bother another one of the family, but they did enjoy 'feasting' on me.
One thing that stands out in my mind is the way the kids would make friends all over camp before we had hardly settled in. They knew everyone and were able to mindle and have fun from the time we arrived until we were leaving. Of course we found many of the same campers over the time we spent there. That of course made it another plus.
We took a number of Family Friends down with us and they too learned to loved the place. My brother Ronald Smith and his family joined us a number of times. Ron bought a boat too, and Bill and Paul were on the water most of the time. In fact they got to be pretty good. Got into trouble a time of two, but were not really troublesome kids, just a bit too
energetic!
We use to take the little dogs with us. It was not a problem They loved going, and when we would head out for home, we would wet down a big beach towel and put it on the seat between Jay and I and the dogs would lay covered in it to keep cool. It worked. We didn't have Air Conditioning in the truck. In fact, I don't believe they had much Air Condtiotion in cars back then. I recall we did have a water cooler for the car when we made one trip to Utah, but it was not good for the kids. Well that was a good many years ago, and times and things do change.
Those were the days when we had fun as a family, and Jay was such a great one to plan and prepare for just such times. I believe he wanted to make memories for the family that would last a life time, and you know, I think he succeeded.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Uncle Paul Part Six
Pauls' Mission being over, it was time to decide how he would continue on. He could have returned to College, which would have been a great choice, however he had to deal with the personal fact that many of his friends had taken up arms for the 'war' in Vietnam. In fact one, Gary Alexander a close friend had returned home being serious wounded. Paul felt the deferment for his Mission had been possible due to such sacrifices and decided he would go to the Los Angeles area and seek work until his turn came up in the 'draft'. He found work in the 'mail room' at the NCR Company. (Again a lot of walking!) He became well acquainted, with new friends while he was working here, and had a number of buildings he delivered mail to, which made a wide range of new friends.
When the call came to report for induction, he followed the councel his Dad had always given him, if you do it, give it your best. Well, out of over 300 inductees the day Paul reported, he was in the top 13 in testing.
These few were taken into a room and offered 'special training' if they would 'enlist'. I don't know about the others, but Paul decided to take the offer so he could be a Medic. He was discharged as a 'draftee' and then enlisted for a 6 year term of service. His training began not far from home. When he graduated basic training, where he had been a leader in his group, he was sent on to Para Troup training. The weather was not the least bit hospitable so the going was less than freindly. He had a pretty exciting time when they were training on the tower - repelling. You have to do that both ways it appears. One way going feet first another going head first. All went well until his turn to go down head first. The start was fine, but shortly there after, he lost control and fell very fast, which looked very much as if they were going to have a pretty bad scene. Nearing the bottom of the tower, some how, Paul gained control, and came to a sharp halt before smacking head first into the ground. Not intentinal, but quite a thrill none the less.
Marching was one of the things that was required. Good weather, bad weather, sore feet, cold and miserable, out they went and on they trudged up and down hill and dale. It was only because Paul had the orthodics that he was able to complete such rigorous training. Had he not had those, he said he would have washed out long before he had gone into his 'special forces' training.
Once he graduated from 'jump school', he was sent to Fort Sam Houston in Texas for his Medical training for the Green Beret. This was not just a basic or even a regular First Aid course. In fact it couldn't have been classified as an EMT training. This was really Medical! They had time in surgery, were trained in amputation of joints (I won't go into detail on this one, but believe me it was extensive). He spent time in the 'delivery room' learning how to deliver babies. The Hospital there was part of the daily routine for the Medical Training Paul underwent. One of the classes was 'pharmacuticals'. At first it appeared this would not be much of a problem but the deeper they got into the subject the more it became apparent Paul did not have the mathematical background for the figuring needed to complete this part satisfactorily. The Trainer sought Paul after one of the tests and explained to him further time in class would mean 'washout'. Paul had shown such exceptional talent in all the rest of the courses he did not want to see that happen. His suggestion was for Paul to resign and he would recommend him as a qualified Combat Medic. Then he could apply for transfer into the Ranger Company or 'special forces unit' since he qualified for that as well. Taking the Trainers advice, Paul resigned and was immediately transferred.
Paul had leave before he was shipped overseas so he took the opportunity to visit friends at BYU in Provo, Utah before he came home to leave his car. (We had taken his VW to him when he got to Fort Sam Houston.)
When Paul arrived in Vietnam, a Medic, he was not allowed to report to the Ranger Unit, but was sent immediately to the front lines because the need for Medics was so critical. He was there for three months caring for the wounded, etc. He finally applied to his Commanding Officer for better supplies than he was getting, and suggested he be allowed to go back to base to get the things he needed. Permission was granted and Paul went back to the Supply Depot and gathered up what he wanted. While he was there, he asked if there happened to be a Ranger Unit near?
He was shown an enclosed area where they were stationed. He went to the gate and asked to see the Sgt. in charge. Looking like any other soldier he was informed that the area was off limits and he could not enter. He again asked the Guard to tell the Sgt. in charge that Sgt. Rosenberg was here and wished to speak with him. The Guard went in with the message, and soon heard the Sgt. yell, "get him in here!" Once inside the Ranger compound, he never returned to the 'front'.
Now Paul begins being 'Doc Rosie'. He was 'different' didn't smoke, didn't drink, but he was saved when the Sgt learned he did 'like girls'. The Rangers worked in Teams. Paul, though their 'Doc', took his turn in a Team too. This ment they did not bathe for a week, did not brush their teeth or shave for a week before they went out behind the lines. Any soap, shaving cream or lotion even tooth paste could be smelt a long distance if it had been used. Secreted behind enemy lines ment every care need be taken to assure they were not detected. He said there were times when he was within 6 inches of passing Viet Cong and was not seen or heard. When they slept, the sat back to back in a circle with a 'claymore' (sp) mine secured at their feet. Boobie Traps were a constant threat and getting in and out was most dangerous. They never left a wounded or killed member of a team behind. Everything that went in with them had to come out. No trace was to be left.
The jungle made it impossible to Parachute in, so they repelled from Helicopters. The night before a drop, the area was completely sprayed with 'agent orange'. By morning there was not a shread of living growth below them. When they hit the ground running, it was like hitting 'potato chips' the dead foilage crumbled into a fine powder theyhad to ran through to make cover. Paul never talked much about his experiences while there, but I know there were times when he would allude to various things. On his Birthday in 2010 he had a visitor, a friend who brought him candy every year and spend some time visiting. On this, her last visit with him he told this story: "We had been out for a number of days and were in danger of being caught by the Viet Cong. We sent a message to base to have them come in and pick us up. There were 6 of them. The 'Chopper' that came was not able to hover low enough and was not sure they could get all 6 aboard in time. The Team Leader of course was the first to grab the 'ladder' that was lowered, he had to climb as fast as he could, with the ladder swinging from the movement of the man, plus the wind of the 'chopper blades' making it difficult to grab hold and begin the climb. Each man had to deal with the problem. Paul, being the lowest man on the Team was of course last to 'hopefully' grab and climb. By then there were at least 4 others ahead of him causing their own swaying to what the 'chopper' was making. There wasn't time to think, just 'do'. When he was finally able to get grip on the ladder, he had to deal with the weight of his pack, ammunition belt, medical supplies, and automatic rifle, which was free swinging at times. Once you got a hold, you tried to control your hold, get your feet to moving and get up to the 'chopper' door as quickly as possible, with a man ahead of you who was trying to manage with a man ahead of him. Sounds comical in the telling, but it was far from comical to the 6 guys doing it. Once the first man got into the 'chopper' he would grab a beer out of the tub provided and light a ciragrett. Each man in turn doing the same thing, I might add they were shaking hard while they did this. Paul went on to say he was fighting to keep a hold and maintain some kind of composure as he struggled to make each rung of that ladder. When after much hard work, and nearly freezing as he fought the chill of the wind that whipped him around as well, he finally made it to the door. Someone pulled him in. By now he was shaking so hard and his teeth were chattering, rather a pitiful sight he imagined. He reached into the tub, grabbed a beer and took a stiff drink, then he lit a cigarett and began to puff heartly. The rest of the team just stared at him. One finally said: "Doc, we didn't think you drank or smoked?" To which Paul shaking and stuttering said: " I - I - I - don - don - don't." Amazing what fright, cold and danger will cause us to do huh? It was funny in the telling and hearing, but afterward I had time to reflect on the fact; Paul was having a panic attack from what he had just experienced. How many others he had to suffered during those long 18 months? Only he knew and further suffered from the 're-call' that apparently over took him on occasion. No wonder they say: "war is hell".
Well, Paul said when they returned they were left to themselves for some time to 'come down' from their time 'out', then they had to go over the entire time again with their commanding officer and give all the information they had gleaned. Each man would then bathe and put on clean clothes get something hot to eat and spend time in the 'houch' coming 'down'.
Paul was the stable influence in the Unit. When the others would go out on 'liberty' they would bring their cash to Paul and ask him to keep it so they wouldn't blow it all while they were drunk. He was safe. No matter how much they would threaten, or beg, he would not let them have their money until they were back in the 'compound' and sober.
He was the last 'Medic' to leave Vietnam. All the medical supplies and equipment were brought to where he was. He said he had one of the finest dispensaries he had ever seen. He could do just about anything he might have been call on to do, surgery included. When it was time to leave the Country, he was ordered to destroy it all. This he did by setting fire to the Unit. Broke his heart. In following those orders he nearly missed the last plane to leave Vietnam. He had to run for it and barely made the door before they took off.
Upon arriving back into the States, he later learned, he was to have been sent for debreifing, but the order was overlooked, and he was sent home. PTSD was more pronounced with these Veterans than most because they were flown to their area of operation and then when finished were flown home. In the Second World War the Veterans were sent home on Troup Ships where they had time to talk with others and help them deal somewhat with the things they had seen and done. Not so with Paul and the others who served with him. Carrying such memories was such a burden that problems developed. In Pauls case he had an additional burden. He had just returned from two years of teaching and preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Nothing he had done in those two years in any way was like what his Military Training and time in Vietnam put him through. His problem was not able to be helped by any with all the time the learned men and women at Palo Alto had. They told him: "if you were in an out of jail, using drugs, beating your wife, then we would know what to do for you, but you seem to be having trouble with relating to your religous background, and we know nothing about that!" So Paul had to work it out for himself. Did he? I think he did, to a point. His feeling of guilt and unworthiness was dropped enough that he could go back to Church, through friends, he was able to find a place of acceptance. He was able to bear his testimony and take part in lessons. He was generous in his contributions to the Boy Scouts and Young Womens programs. He found acceptance and love from those he admired. Paul was upset that his health kept him from attending Church as he would have liked, but his faithfulness in prayers was great.
Paul loved his family. A great sorrow of course that he never had any children of his own, but he was quick to enjoy those of his family and the youth he admired in the Ward. He mentioned on a number of occasions he would like to have had some one named after him as he never was able to carry on the Rosenberg name himself. I have always felt Paul was well named. Of course I remember it was because his Dads' best friend was named Paul, but I like to think now that our Paul followed along the same lines as Paul the Apostle. He was weak for a time, and then he found himself and became strong and valiant in the things he knew to be correct. He could not do all he would have wished, but I am convinced when he had proved himself in the end, he was called forth to carry on the Mission he was destined to fulfill. Had he lacked in mortality, he is now struggling to fulfill in eternity. I believe he will achieve yet those things he so longed for in this life. A worthy wife and children that together they may raise to fulfill his fondest dreams.
Written this 9th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
When the call came to report for induction, he followed the councel his Dad had always given him, if you do it, give it your best. Well, out of over 300 inductees the day Paul reported, he was in the top 13 in testing.
These few were taken into a room and offered 'special training' if they would 'enlist'. I don't know about the others, but Paul decided to take the offer so he could be a Medic. He was discharged as a 'draftee' and then enlisted for a 6 year term of service. His training began not far from home. When he graduated basic training, where he had been a leader in his group, he was sent on to Para Troup training. The weather was not the least bit hospitable so the going was less than freindly. He had a pretty exciting time when they were training on the tower - repelling. You have to do that both ways it appears. One way going feet first another going head first. All went well until his turn to go down head first. The start was fine, but shortly there after, he lost control and fell very fast, which looked very much as if they were going to have a pretty bad scene. Nearing the bottom of the tower, some how, Paul gained control, and came to a sharp halt before smacking head first into the ground. Not intentinal, but quite a thrill none the less.
Marching was one of the things that was required. Good weather, bad weather, sore feet, cold and miserable, out they went and on they trudged up and down hill and dale. It was only because Paul had the orthodics that he was able to complete such rigorous training. Had he not had those, he said he would have washed out long before he had gone into his 'special forces' training.
Once he graduated from 'jump school', he was sent to Fort Sam Houston in Texas for his Medical training for the Green Beret. This was not just a basic or even a regular First Aid course. In fact it couldn't have been classified as an EMT training. This was really Medical! They had time in surgery, were trained in amputation of joints (I won't go into detail on this one, but believe me it was extensive). He spent time in the 'delivery room' learning how to deliver babies. The Hospital there was part of the daily routine for the Medical Training Paul underwent. One of the classes was 'pharmacuticals'. At first it appeared this would not be much of a problem but the deeper they got into the subject the more it became apparent Paul did not have the mathematical background for the figuring needed to complete this part satisfactorily. The Trainer sought Paul after one of the tests and explained to him further time in class would mean 'washout'. Paul had shown such exceptional talent in all the rest of the courses he did not want to see that happen. His suggestion was for Paul to resign and he would recommend him as a qualified Combat Medic. Then he could apply for transfer into the Ranger Company or 'special forces unit' since he qualified for that as well. Taking the Trainers advice, Paul resigned and was immediately transferred.
Paul had leave before he was shipped overseas so he took the opportunity to visit friends at BYU in Provo, Utah before he came home to leave his car. (We had taken his VW to him when he got to Fort Sam Houston.)
When Paul arrived in Vietnam, a Medic, he was not allowed to report to the Ranger Unit, but was sent immediately to the front lines because the need for Medics was so critical. He was there for three months caring for the wounded, etc. He finally applied to his Commanding Officer for better supplies than he was getting, and suggested he be allowed to go back to base to get the things he needed. Permission was granted and Paul went back to the Supply Depot and gathered up what he wanted. While he was there, he asked if there happened to be a Ranger Unit near?
He was shown an enclosed area where they were stationed. He went to the gate and asked to see the Sgt. in charge. Looking like any other soldier he was informed that the area was off limits and he could not enter. He again asked the Guard to tell the Sgt. in charge that Sgt. Rosenberg was here and wished to speak with him. The Guard went in with the message, and soon heard the Sgt. yell, "get him in here!" Once inside the Ranger compound, he never returned to the 'front'.
Now Paul begins being 'Doc Rosie'. He was 'different' didn't smoke, didn't drink, but he was saved when the Sgt learned he did 'like girls'. The Rangers worked in Teams. Paul, though their 'Doc', took his turn in a Team too. This ment they did not bathe for a week, did not brush their teeth or shave for a week before they went out behind the lines. Any soap, shaving cream or lotion even tooth paste could be smelt a long distance if it had been used. Secreted behind enemy lines ment every care need be taken to assure they were not detected. He said there were times when he was within 6 inches of passing Viet Cong and was not seen or heard. When they slept, the sat back to back in a circle with a 'claymore' (sp) mine secured at their feet. Boobie Traps were a constant threat and getting in and out was most dangerous. They never left a wounded or killed member of a team behind. Everything that went in with them had to come out. No trace was to be left.
The jungle made it impossible to Parachute in, so they repelled from Helicopters. The night before a drop, the area was completely sprayed with 'agent orange'. By morning there was not a shread of living growth below them. When they hit the ground running, it was like hitting 'potato chips' the dead foilage crumbled into a fine powder theyhad to ran through to make cover. Paul never talked much about his experiences while there, but I know there were times when he would allude to various things. On his Birthday in 2010 he had a visitor, a friend who brought him candy every year and spend some time visiting. On this, her last visit with him he told this story: "We had been out for a number of days and were in danger of being caught by the Viet Cong. We sent a message to base to have them come in and pick us up. There were 6 of them. The 'Chopper' that came was not able to hover low enough and was not sure they could get all 6 aboard in time. The Team Leader of course was the first to grab the 'ladder' that was lowered, he had to climb as fast as he could, with the ladder swinging from the movement of the man, plus the wind of the 'chopper blades' making it difficult to grab hold and begin the climb. Each man had to deal with the problem. Paul, being the lowest man on the Team was of course last to 'hopefully' grab and climb. By then there were at least 4 others ahead of him causing their own swaying to what the 'chopper' was making. There wasn't time to think, just 'do'. When he was finally able to get grip on the ladder, he had to deal with the weight of his pack, ammunition belt, medical supplies, and automatic rifle, which was free swinging at times. Once you got a hold, you tried to control your hold, get your feet to moving and get up to the 'chopper' door as quickly as possible, with a man ahead of you who was trying to manage with a man ahead of him. Sounds comical in the telling, but it was far from comical to the 6 guys doing it. Once the first man got into the 'chopper' he would grab a beer out of the tub provided and light a ciragrett. Each man in turn doing the same thing, I might add they were shaking hard while they did this. Paul went on to say he was fighting to keep a hold and maintain some kind of composure as he struggled to make each rung of that ladder. When after much hard work, and nearly freezing as he fought the chill of the wind that whipped him around as well, he finally made it to the door. Someone pulled him in. By now he was shaking so hard and his teeth were chattering, rather a pitiful sight he imagined. He reached into the tub, grabbed a beer and took a stiff drink, then he lit a cigarett and began to puff heartly. The rest of the team just stared at him. One finally said: "Doc, we didn't think you drank or smoked?" To which Paul shaking and stuttering said: " I - I - I - don - don - don't." Amazing what fright, cold and danger will cause us to do huh? It was funny in the telling and hearing, but afterward I had time to reflect on the fact; Paul was having a panic attack from what he had just experienced. How many others he had to suffered during those long 18 months? Only he knew and further suffered from the 're-call' that apparently over took him on occasion. No wonder they say: "war is hell".
Well, Paul said when they returned they were left to themselves for some time to 'come down' from their time 'out', then they had to go over the entire time again with their commanding officer and give all the information they had gleaned. Each man would then bathe and put on clean clothes get something hot to eat and spend time in the 'houch' coming 'down'.
Paul was the stable influence in the Unit. When the others would go out on 'liberty' they would bring their cash to Paul and ask him to keep it so they wouldn't blow it all while they were drunk. He was safe. No matter how much they would threaten, or beg, he would not let them have their money until they were back in the 'compound' and sober.
He was the last 'Medic' to leave Vietnam. All the medical supplies and equipment were brought to where he was. He said he had one of the finest dispensaries he had ever seen. He could do just about anything he might have been call on to do, surgery included. When it was time to leave the Country, he was ordered to destroy it all. This he did by setting fire to the Unit. Broke his heart. In following those orders he nearly missed the last plane to leave Vietnam. He had to run for it and barely made the door before they took off.
Upon arriving back into the States, he later learned, he was to have been sent for debreifing, but the order was overlooked, and he was sent home. PTSD was more pronounced with these Veterans than most because they were flown to their area of operation and then when finished were flown home. In the Second World War the Veterans were sent home on Troup Ships where they had time to talk with others and help them deal somewhat with the things they had seen and done. Not so with Paul and the others who served with him. Carrying such memories was such a burden that problems developed. In Pauls case he had an additional burden. He had just returned from two years of teaching and preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Nothing he had done in those two years in any way was like what his Military Training and time in Vietnam put him through. His problem was not able to be helped by any with all the time the learned men and women at Palo Alto had. They told him: "if you were in an out of jail, using drugs, beating your wife, then we would know what to do for you, but you seem to be having trouble with relating to your religous background, and we know nothing about that!" So Paul had to work it out for himself. Did he? I think he did, to a point. His feeling of guilt and unworthiness was dropped enough that he could go back to Church, through friends, he was able to find a place of acceptance. He was able to bear his testimony and take part in lessons. He was generous in his contributions to the Boy Scouts and Young Womens programs. He found acceptance and love from those he admired. Paul was upset that his health kept him from attending Church as he would have liked, but his faithfulness in prayers was great.
Paul loved his family. A great sorrow of course that he never had any children of his own, but he was quick to enjoy those of his family and the youth he admired in the Ward. He mentioned on a number of occasions he would like to have had some one named after him as he never was able to carry on the Rosenberg name himself. I have always felt Paul was well named. Of course I remember it was because his Dads' best friend was named Paul, but I like to think now that our Paul followed along the same lines as Paul the Apostle. He was weak for a time, and then he found himself and became strong and valiant in the things he knew to be correct. He could not do all he would have wished, but I am convinced when he had proved himself in the end, he was called forth to carry on the Mission he was destined to fulfill. Had he lacked in mortality, he is now struggling to fulfill in eternity. I believe he will achieve yet those things he so longed for in this life. A worthy wife and children that together they may raise to fulfill his fondest dreams.
Written this 9th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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