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WW II Pilot’s story of being shot down in Germany and hidden in Holland

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In my October Newsletter, I wrote about story ideas and where they came from. In Call of the Wind the idea of a pilot being shot down in enemy territory was inspired by my Uncle Bart’s experience in WW II. He was the co-pilot of a B-17 that was hit by flak over Germany and made a crash landing in Holland.  Here is the entire account of the story taken from a newspaper article, a piece he wrote about the experience after he returned home, and a piece written in 1990 when he went to Vollenhove, Holland for a 45th year reunion with the crewmen and the underground resistance.

The arrow in the photo below points out the man who is Lt. John Bart Calkins.

Here is Lt. John Bart Calkin’s story:

“On January 28, 1945, on our 21st bombing mission, I was co-pilot for a B-17 with a ten-man crew.  We had just released our bombs on the target in Koln (Cologne), Germany, when our aircraft “Sleepy Lagoon” was damaged by 88 millimeter antiaircraft shells (flak). The ball turret gunner was injured, and the propellers of two the left engines were severely damaged—one engine was on fire. Because of this we were unable to feather the engines to reduce drag. We put the aircraft into a steep slip to the right and managed to extinguish the flames. The Sleepy Lagoon was steadily losing altitude at the rate of about 800 feet per minute.

“We followed the bomber groups northwest out of Germany into Holland for about an hour and twenty minutes. No heaters were functioning in the cockpit and the pilot’s side window was frozen shut. Luckily, I forced the right window open and searched for a minute or two for a landing site—found a beautiful meadow and headed straight in. The pilot followed me through on the controls, and we made a smooth crash, belly landing in a moderate snowstorm in the Dutch town of Steenijk, Holland, which was in enemy-held territory. We hadn’t bailed out because of the wounded gunner.

“Local Dutch farmers heard the engines of our aircraft and immediately ran over the Sleepy Lagoon to assist us. They told us to run in a southerly direction, because the Germans were coming to capture us. There was a nearby German outpost, although we did not realize how close the Germans were at the time. One couple took our wounded ball-turret gunner, Sgt. Cappiello, and top turret gunner, Sgt. Zinner to the local doctor. We heard later that they were captured the next day.

“Sgt. Phelps and Sgt. Senchuk decided to travel together, the remaining six of us stayed together. We could not travel on roads or cross bridges over the canals because of the German sentries. It was snowing hard and the snow covered our tracks. We really ran hard. Once we had to hide in some bushed and watch the Germans go by.

“We came to a shallow lake which had frozen over. Crossing the lake we fell through a couple of times and became cold and wet.

“We managed to cover approximately twelve miles before we hid in the hayloft of a barn after midnight. The next morning we were so cold and hungry we knew we had to contact the underground—now or never.  We had been in tough spots before, but this was about the toughest.

“The toggleier, Sgt. Keith Haight, and I contacted a farmer who was outside in a field beside his house. He wife gave us a pot of hot porridge and he told us to stay hidden in the barn till dusk and a member of the underground would guide us to other quarters.

“The next night, the commander of the local underground came to see us and tell us our options. We decided to change into civilian clothes even though the Germans might try to prove that we were spies. The underground also furnished us with pistols and, having made our decision to stay free men, we were ready to shoot it out with any German who might get in our way.  They hid us in a canal boat for a few hours. We later learned, four hours after we left the Germans found the boat.

“The Dutch took us to another boat in a canal. But it was so cold it was decided we should be moved to houses in the village. We moved only at night and behind underground patrols. The patrols were in advance of every move and we crossed roads and open places on prearranged signals.

“The commander had his men take us to three different homes in the nearby communities. We usually moved singly with one underground man as a guide. As I was heading for the village, I was forced to hide in a snow bank while a German patrol went by.

“The gestapo was continuing the search for us, going through every house they suspected. The pilot, Lt. Jackson, and I stayed in the same room in the same house for three weeks. Every day we watched from the window as the German patrols came by. You could have spit on them from the window. The man we stayed with was a carpenter.  He and his wife had a six-year-old girl that they sent up north so she wouldn’t talk about us. Her mother washed our clothes and prepared our meals. She was a brave woman who would have been killed if we were found in her home.

“Two of the gunners in another house had quite an experience. The Germans searched the place and the gunners hid in a false ceiling all the time they were there. They could hear the German’s talking. The two gunners finally dressed as girls and rode bicycles south. When they left their disguises they were spotted by the Germans and machine-gunned as they crossed a field. Still they got away. The rest of us stayed together.

“The Gestapo captured the leader of the underground and his wife, and the Germans were searching all the houses in the village looking for us, so it was decided we should be moved again. We went back to a canal boat in the lowland lake region.
 
“We camouflaged the boat with bushes on the side and roof of the cabin. Sgt. Haight and Sgt. Kelly were moved to the boat the same night. The Dutch provided us with two British Sten guns and a pistol. Lt. Lucas came out four weeks later. Eventually, we had five members of our crew, two Russian escapees and usually two or three underground men on this rather crowded canal boat. We slept head to feet in two crowded sections of the boat.
 
“Dried peat was used for fuel in a pot-belled stove. Our main meal consisted of potatoes, black bread and some milk and was cooked after dark. Occasionally they brought us cheese and whipping cream. It was delicious. The Dutch resistance rowed out at night gave us the same scarce food they were eating and we were so hungry it was wonderful. The Russians got fat on the black bread and potatoes.

“We stayed on the boat eight weeks. The two Russian sergeants had escaped from a German prison camp.  We called them Little Rollo and Big Stoop. We all played cards and argued capitalism and communism.

“We left the boat in April and rowed across the lake and ran right into two hundred Germans coming down the highway. We hid in a ditch, and although it was cold and uncomfortable, we sweated as the Germans went by.

“After they passed, the underground patrol went out ahead of us and we retreated to a cow barn. We could hear the rumble of the battle twenty miles up ahead. After an hour in the barn, we went to a house in the village because the Germans were retreating down the roads ahead of the advancing 1st Canadian Army.

“After two days in the village, we took off again and ran into a Canadian patrol about eight miles away.  We were then sent to Canadian Headquarters at Nijmegen, Holland.

“All of our crewmen survived the war and eventually made it back to the United States.

“I can’t say too much for the members of the Dutch underground. The Dutch boys, young men, who were supposed to be working in Germany, had a lot of nerve. One of them who helped us had escaped from Berlin. They too only move at night. Without their help I wouldn’t be alive.”

In WW II the German’s abducted 12 million European people and used them for forced labor in Germany. These Dutch boys avoided the abduction and joined the resistance.

Here is another account Uncle Bart wrote in December 1990 for the 45th year celebration of the local Vollenhove, Holland resistance.

“On April 22, 1945 ,the Canadian light artillery units were moving north into the areas near our hidden boat. In the morning, we left the boat went with some resistance members to the local town hall. In the town hall there were several men and women who had collaborated with the Germans. They cropped the girls’ hair short and the men were handcuffed. There were only a few traitors but the Dutch people weren’t going to put up with them so they were jailed until their trials took place.

“The local resistance commander was killed in a shootout with the Germans the day after we met the Canadians and headed south for the American army units in Brussels, Belguim. Later several of the underground member were sent to the Dutch East Indies in the Dutch army. One was killed and another was wounded overseas.

“When we returned to Holland in May of 1990, every former member of the underground, that was physically able to be there, was present for the anniversary of the liberation of all the western European countries from the tyranny of Nazi Germany. This included the local movement that had operated in the area from 1940 to 1945.

“Keith Haight and I had at the honor of unveiling the monument in the park in front of the city hall. After the ceremony we had a silent march of about two hundred people through the town of Vollenhove to the local cemetery to lay flowers on the graves of fourteen allied crew members that were buried there during the war. They ended with an impressive speech by one of the resistance members about fighting for a country’s freedom from tyranny.

“After the May 8th celebration, the Dutch people toured with us to various cities, museum, castles, and the palace and gardens of Het Oude Loo.

“Our visit to Holland was very memorable and emotional experience. As one underground member said, ‘You were over here fighting our common enemy and we wanted to help you when you were shot down.’”

If you’d like to learn more about B-17s, here is an excerpt from an article put out by the Hill Aerospace Museum in Utah.

Inside the B-17. The first thing you’ll notice when peeking inside a B-17 is that it was built for combat, not comfort. Crews of 10—a pilot and copilot, bombardier, navigator, radio operator and five gunners—occupied the small cabin for six to eight hours per mission. The main cabin was barely tall enough for the crew to stand up straight. Flying at altitudes above 27,000 feet meant it got very cold in the aircraft, often below freezing temperatures. Outlets in the sides of the aircraft allowed the crew to plug in electric suits to stay warm. The crew also required oxygen above 15,000 feet and oxygen tanks were located throughout the aircraft.”  

 

Click this link to read the whole article and view a short film.

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An important author in the development of the Science Fiction genre.

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My mother moved into assisted living and recently sold her house.  My siblings and I had the challenge of clearing out forty years of stuff and dividing up what was valuable.

Some of the things that needed dividing were some rare, old books sets.  One was a compete collection of Shakespeare in three large volumes with beautiful engraved illustrations.  Most everything was distributed during my siblings last trip to Minnesota, but two sets of books still remain on my porch.  Rather than taking them in to sell at a rare book store, I decided to examine them.  One was a series of 23 books by Bulwer published in 1891 and 1892 in Boston.

Who was Bulwer? I looked him up and discovered that Edward Bulwer-Lytton was a British author and politician who lived from 1803 to 1873.  He was a prolific, successful writer who wrote in a variety of genres including mystery, romance and science fiction.  He also wrote poetry and plays. 

He married Rosina Bulwer Lytton (who was also a writer), but the marriage broke down and they were legally separated.  He took away their children and when she denounced him, during a political campaign he put her in an insane asylum.  This provoked a public outcry and she was released shortly afterwards. (In those days husbands or male relatives were allowed to put women in insane asylums for voicing strong opinions.)

One of Bulwer’s most popular books was Last Days of Pompeii, a historical fiction novel about a young couple in the doomed Roman city before and during the volcanic eruption.  It was made into two different movies and a TV series. 

In 1871 he wrote The Coming Race, a science fiction novel.  It was the last book he wrote and was published under a pen name.  The work was published years before other better known science fiction authors such as Arthur Conan Doyle (best known for Sherlock Holmes), and Edger Rice Burroughs (best known for Tarzan and his Venus series) and HG Wells ( best known for The War of the Worlds and The Time Machine).

Charles Dickins, a friend of Bulwer, was enamored by The Coming Race.  Dickins also rewrote the end of Great Expectations to make it a happier ending at Bulwer’s suggestion.

The Coming Race was about a man who, when exploring a deep chasm discovers a world of advanced people who live in the center of earth.  This race of people had developed psychic power for manipulating a force call “vril”.

Bulwer coined some phrases like: “The pen is mightier than the sword” ( Richelieu) “The great unwashed” (Paul Clifford), “pursuit of the almighty dollar.” (The Coming Race)

He’s also know for opening his novel, Paul Clifford, with the phrase: “It was a dark and stormy night.”  It’s considered a bad way to open a novel and was used repeatedly in Snoopy cartoons where Snoopy is sitting on his dog house typing the beginning of his novel and begins it with “It was a dark and stormy night”. There is even an annual contest called Bulwer Lytton Fiction Contest—wretched writers welcome. The instructions are to write an “Atrocious opening sentence to a hypothetical bad novel”.

The whole opening paragraph reads: “It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.” 

The phrase had actually been around for many years before Bulwer used it but the damage had been done and the phrase linked Bulwer’s name to bad writing.

Bulwer was very popular in his day, but currently isn’t read much.  Some even state he wasn’t a good writer. He did, however, take up social issues like Dickins and was very popular during his life. Bulwer was also significant in the development of science fiction as a genre.

After learning all this about Bulwer, I decide to read one of his books.  I’m currently enjoying The Caxtons: A Family Picture (1849). The book was instantly popular in Britain and sold 35,000 copies in the United States in three years. Interestingly, though the book has been in my family 131 years, it’s never been read as I discovered when I found some of the pages have never been separated, meaning cut apart since the book was published in1891.

The writing reminds me a somewhat of Dickens with its long paragraphs and sentences, and style of writing popular in that period of history.  So far I find it rather charming though not a page turner. Regardless, it just goes to show that treasures can be found among old family things.

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First Chapter of Star Rider and Bonds of Love

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1 Setting Traps

The sound of steel-against-steel rang in the cavern as two Borithon swords crashed together.  The last rays of sundown sliced over the rock wall, shining on Michio Kimes.  He moved agilely away, watching his footing on the uneven ground as his blond sparring partner, Prince Erling Fenian, slashed his sword at him.  Michio was now in the shadows and Erling stood in the shaft of light with a confident smile on his well-formed features.

Michio watched for Erling’s next move, tension building in his arms and shoulders.  He’d never fought with a Borithon sword before and was having trouble getting used to the weapon’s unusual qualities.  It vibrated in his hand and seemed to have a life of its own. It repelled or attracted the other Borithon sword in an unpredictable manner. 

Erling leapt onto a boulder and Michio came after him, slashing the sword in a wide arc. Erling barely managed to deflect the blade.  Michio relentlessly struck again and Erling swept up his sword, meeting Michio’s blade in midair.  The two swords locked, causing a flash of light to shoot out.  Pulling back, Michio lunged, feinted, then thrust again, while struggling to keep his balance on the uneven terrain.

No longer smiling, Erling countered in a circular parry, turning aside Michio’s blade in an equally aggressive move and retaliating with forceful blows.  The spirited battle continued with neither man getting the upper hand.  They were too well-matched in size, strength and ability. 

Michio began to tire from the energetic encounter, but he didn’t dare let down his guard.

Wiping sweat from his brow, he watched Erling. 

Erling’s blue eyes flickered and Michio knew he was going to release the second blade on his sword.  In one fluid motion, Michio leapt aside and pressed a button on his own sword.

The two blades split apart, opening at a forty-five-degree angle joined at the hilt; it was as if the weapon was a pair of shears.  Michio swung the lethal sword at his adversary, meeting Erling’s double blades with his own. His arm shook from the force of the impact.

Erling drew back his sword.  Michio paused, watching for Erling’s next move.  Fighting with two blades was difficult and he couldn’t afford to make a mistake.  Two blades came slashing at him again. This time he hit one of Erling’s blades head on—the other blade sliced into his jacket.

Michio moved above his discomfort with the unfamiliar weapon and fought with renewed vigor, instinctively sensing Erling’s next maneuver.  Michio’s sword flashed out in a fluid, smooth rhythm and his body moved gracefully in total harmonious control.

 Erling’s thrusts were less certain, his arm unsteady.  Michio forced him to back up as he struck repeatedly.

“Stop at once!” a woman’s voice exclaimed, breaking Michio’s concentration.

He glanced toward the door of the virtual reality workout room, relaxing his grip on the sword.  Erling leapt forward and slid his blades between Michio’s, one over and one under, then gave a quick twist.  The sword flew out of Michio’s hand.

“Effective maneuver,” Michio said, realizing he shouldn’t have taken his attention off the match for even a moment.  He knew how good Erling was from their days of fighting together in the revolt that won Jaipar’s freedom.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” demanded Queen Koriann, the youthful ruler of Jaipar.  Captain Zachary, head of the royal guards, followed her into the room and hit the control button on the wall.  Images of canyons disappeared from screens around the room and the setting sun and clouds disappeared from the ceiling.  Boulders sank back into the floor.

“Sparring, love,” Erling replied, grinning impishly at his wife of several months. “We need to keep up our skills.”

“Sparring!  Without epee masks or energy shields for protection?”

“It’s better to practice without them,” Michio said, turning off his weapon.  “It makes for greater concentration when there’s real danger.”

“You’re worse than Erling!”  Koriann’s eyes flashed.

Michio straightened, annoyed at being taken to task by a woman almost ten years his junior.  “Sparring isn’t for fun.  Knowing how to use a Borithon sword may save our lives someday.”

“They’re too dangerous to spar with! Erling nearly died from a poisoned blade just six months ago.  I understand target practice with blasters or hand-to-hand combat training.  But fencing with ritualistic swords used only in Haklute, a country we occupy, is an unnecessary skill!”

 “A warrior has to master an assortment of skills,” Zac said.  “You know that.  It was drilled into you since childhood.”

The queen glared at him.  “Erling’s a ruler now. He doesn’t have to keep up the skills of a warrior.”

“Don’t blame Zac,” Erling said.  “It wasn’t his idea.  He’s just returned from visiting your former sweetheart, King Zanton.”  A teasing grin spread across his face.

 “That treacherous snake was never my sweetheart!”  She returned her attention to Zac.  “How was your visit?  How’s Zanton taking being a token ruler of an occupied country?”

“Not well.  He’s furious about the new ordinances.  He’s accustomed to power and could pose a serious threat to us.  I’ve already advised Prince Erling to imprison him.”

Erling’s expression turned grave.  “When I was trapped on his spaceship, I gave my word that he could still rule Haklute.  If I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have let me and my pilots live.  A man’s reputation is built on his word and I won’t go back on mine.  Besides he’s been stripped of power and the Haklute government is now controlled by our military.”

“He’ll cause trouble,” Zac said.  “The Haklute people believe their monarchs are chosen by God.  It won’t take much to trigger an uprising.  King Zanton hates you and will stop at nothing to kill you.  He’s a threat as long as he lives.”

Koriann’s eyes widened with concern.

“He’s impotent,” Erling said.  “But you’re right; he should be watched closely.  At any rate, it was thoughtful of him to give us these Borithon swords.”

“Zanton gave you those?!” Koriann exclaimed.

“Sure did,” Erling said, breaking into a smile again.

“He probably hopes you’ll kill each other with them and you almost obliged him.  I assume you had the sense to be sure there wasn’t poison on the blades.”

“One of my most trusted men cleaned the blades,” Zac said.

Koriann frowned.  “Your sleeve’s singed, Michio.  Some residue must still be on the blades.  Did the sword cut into your skin?”

Zac rushed over to Michio, his face pale.  “Don’t touch the poison.  I swear the blades were clean.  I supervised it myself.”

Michio looked down at his jacket, his stomach turning when he saw the singed sleeve. He hadn’t felt any pain, but a warrior learns to ignore pain during battle.  Concerned, he pulled off the jacket.  How could he have been so careless? Even a slight wound from a poisoned blade could be fatal.  Koriann was right to reprimand him.  He was a married man, soon to be a father.  He had more than himself to think about. 

Michio pulled back his shirtsleeve and was relieved to see the sword hadn’t cut into his arm. He was careful not to touch the poison as he handed Zac his jacket.

“I’ll have the residue on the jacket and swords analyzed.  This will be investigated.” 

Michio felt on edge.  Had someone put poison on the sword blades after they were cleaned in an attempt to assassinate Prince Erling?

“Bring me the results as soon as you have them,” Erling said. He shook Michio’s hand.  “Thanks for the match.  It was a good workout.  That was a great move when you anticipated my releasing the second blade and released yours.  How did you know that’s what I planned to do?”

“By watching your eyes.”

“Think of your wife, Michio,” Koriann said, still sounding annoyed.  “Toemeka needs you to be supportive of her—not take unnecessary risks.”

“Toemeka would understand,” Erling said. “You should see the way she and I worked out when we were Coalition partners.  We never bothered with energy shields.  She’s an excellent fencer.  Challenge her to a match sometime, Mich.  She’ll give you a good workout.”

Michio slid his sword into its sheath, glad that his wife no longer served as a Coalition field operative. No one wanted their spouse to have a job where they had to carry a suicide pill when sent out on a mission. Being reminded of her past brought the interplanetary war to mind.  It had only been nine months since Jaipar overthrew its tyrant, General Bhandar—a minion of Samrat Condor—and regained its freedom.  More recently, Samrat Condor had completely taken over planet Alandra where the Coalition Headquarters was located.  The remaining Coalition operatives were spread across the galaxy, stationed at secret bases.

Michio’s thoughts shifted back to the present moment and Erling’s comment, realizing Erling saw Toemeka much differently than he did. “Toemeka’s about to become a mother. She doesn’t need to keep up her skills.”

“Actually, that’s why I hunted you down,” Koriann said.  “Toemeka’s in labor.  She couldn’t reach you on your communicator, so she called me.”

 A rush of nervous energy flooded through Michio. “I turned off my communicator before sparring.  I didn’t want the distraction.” 

He tapped the face of his watch communicator and said, “Call home.” On the third ring Toemeka answered and her lovely face appeared on the screen. 

“Koriann just told me you’re in labor,” he said. His voice revealed his concern and he took a deep breath.  He didn’t want Toemeka to pick up on his emotions; he needed to be calm for her.

“It’s nothing to worry about.  I’m still in the early stage.”

He winced, realizing she’d picked up on his uneasiness.  “I’ll come right home.”

“There’s no rush.  I feel great—excited.”

“Should I bring Dr. Tenzing?”

“No, it’s too soon. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Her image disappeared from the screen.

“How’s she doing?” Erling asked.

“Do you want us there?” Koriann added before Michio could answer.  “We’re the closest she has to family.”

“She’s fine and doesn’t want everyone sitting around for hours, waiting for the baby to arrive.” Michio raked a hand through his hair.  “I’m about to become a father.” 

The eBook of Star Rider and Bonds of Love is available for preorder on Amazon.

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Don’t Ask for Skates for Christmas

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We’re all story tellers.  Story telling has been a way of passing down lessons about the past and sharing experiences since mankind began.  Collecting stories from our ancestors can be a great way to learn about our parents and other older relatives. 

This winter I was recording some of my mother’s stories and there was one in particular I thought you’d enjoy.  I call it: Don’t Ask for Skates for Christmas.  When my mother was young the depression hit.  Her father sold magazines and suddenly many people didn’t have the extra money needed to buy something that wasn’t a basic necessity.  Christmas was coming and my mother’s older brother told her not to ask for skates because it would make their mother feel bad because she couldn’t afford to buy them.  Skates are an especially expensive gift because children’s feet are still growing,  they need a new pair every year.

I asked Mother whether she ever got skates.  Yes, eventually she did.  She went on to tell me that one winter her mother told her to stay off the ice because it was too soft.  Being a child, she didn’t listen and she went skating on the frozen lake with some friends.  Everything was going well until the ice cracked and she fell in.  Her friends rushed over to help her and several more fell in. 

Some older children placed long branches on the ice and tried to pull the younger kids out.

A few ended up getting in the freezing cold water to help the younger ones out.  It wasn’t deep and the older ones could touch the bottom.  I asked Mother if the children had called for help.  “No”, she replied.  “They didn’t want their parents to know they were skating when they weren’t supposed to be.”

After all the children were safely back on solid ground, they went to the closest house where they were given blankets and hot chocolate.  So all ended well.

Do you have some good stories from your parents or your own childhood you’d like to share?  I’d love to hear them.

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Movie Review of The Dig

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The Dig is an exceptional film about a wealthy widow who hires an amateur archaeologist to excavate burial mounds in East Anglia, England. The movie is based on the book The Dig by John Preston whose aunt, Peggy Piggott, partook in the dig. 

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Although the story is based on a real event, Preston took artistic liberties with some events and characters.

The acting is superb and the cinematography is outstanding.  The pace isn’t fast, but the film never drags.  It takes place the summer of 1939, right before England enters World War II, providing a tense background to the main story.  The theme explores the uncertainty of England’s future while uncovering their past.

Another theme revolves around death.  Many died in World War I and now England is faced with entering another world war.  Moreover, the two main characters also both face death, each in their own unique way. 

The center of the story is the friendship that develops between the ailing widow, Edith Pretty  (played by Carey Mulligan) and the archaeologist, Basil Brown, (played by Ralph Fiennes).  Both characters have a fascination with evacuation. 

Edith’s young son shares his mother’s enthusiasm and spends his free time helping in the dig.  He and Brown form a strong bond as the story unfolds. Edith’s cousin also comes to help with the dig and becomes part of a love story subplot.

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When Brown’s excavation reveals an amazing find, word spreads about the site’s great significance. Then museums step in and hire a Cambridge University archeologist to oversee the dig.  Tensions mount when Brown finds his discovery is no longer under his control.

            One of the best parts of a movie like this is that it’s based on a true event. A person can travel to the British museum and see what was found on this archeology dig.  The movie makes history come alive through this insightful, uplifting story.

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Fiddler: A Miracle of Miracles

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My husband and I went to see Fiddler: A Miracle of Miracles last week.  This new documentary takes a look at the original Broadway musical, Fiddler on the Roof, and all that went into creating and getting it produced.

 

The original writer, Joseph Stein, based the story on the works of Yiddish writer Sholem Aleichem.  The story takes place in 1905 Czarist Russia. It’s about a Jewish milkman Tevye, his wife and five daughters, three of whom are approaching marriage age.  Conflict occurs because the parents want to preserve their Jewish traditions in a changing world while the daughters want to break away from the old custom of their father picking a husband for them.

 

The documentary talks about Sheldon Hamick, the lyricist, and Jerry Bock, the composer.  They believed in this musical and fought to overcome all the obstacles they faced while trying to get it produced.  Producers thought no one would be interested in an old Jewish story, but eventually someone agreed to produce it.

 

Jerome Robbins was hired as the choreographer.  He’d previously done choreography for West Side Story and was considered a genius.  Still the pre-Broadway run in Detroit had bad reviews and the team had to take out a musical piece and rethink the show.  The New York Times said there were “no memorable songs.”

 

After revisions, the Broadway musical went on to perform over 3,000 performances and was made into a successful movie.  As it turned out, the story had universal appeal because all cultures and people go through upheavals.  This musical has a timeless quality and has been popular for 55 years worldwide.  It is currently being performed someplace in the world every day.

 

I love the movie Fiddler on the Roof and have seen it several times, as well as viewing live performances.  What I enjoyed about the documentary was realizing all the people who worked tirelessly to make it a successful show.  I enjoyed learning about the history of the Jewish people in 1905 Russia, and the historical events at the time the musical was made (in the 1960s).  The show is as relevant today as it was in the past.

 

At the end of Fiddler on the Roof, the government forces the Jewish people to leave their village.  Today in many parts of the world people are leaving their homeland. The August 2019 issue of National Geographic has an article on this entitled “A World on the Move.”

 

I recommend Fiddler: A Miracle of Miracles for those who have seen the musical either as a play or movie.  It would be less meaningful for people who don’t know the story, but they still might find the documentary inspiring.

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Becoming Jane a movie based on Jane Austen’s life

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Becoming Jane

Becoming Jane is a delightful movie, especially for those who love Jane Austen’s books (Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility).  In the movie you see that Jane Austen’s characters and ideas stem from her life experiences.  Jane’s life was filled with loving family and some heartache.

The movie covers Jane’s (Ann Hathaway) young adult years.  Her father is a minister who encourages her learning and ideas.  Her family lives a modest life on a farm with the children sharing the chores.  Jane has a close relationship with Cassandra, her sister who is engaged.

Jane is full of life: She’s intelligent, an independent thinker and loves to write stories.  She receives an offer of marriage from Mr. Wisley, a wealthy man who could help her family live comfortably. However, Jane doesn’t want to be forced into marriage, even to help her family.  She declares she wants “affection” in a marriage.

Jane does a reading of her latest manuscript for her family.  Thomas Lefory (Jame McAvoy) attends and makes a poor impression by not taking interest in her story.  Gradually they come to know one another and fall in love.  Unfortunately, Tom is a young Irish man without money.  He and his family are dependent on his rich uncle.

It’s an enjoyable movie made by BBC in Ireland.  It’s well-acted and has a great plot drawn from the book Becoming Jane and the letters Jane wrote. Some of the situations, witty dialogue and characters remind the viewer of Austen’s books.

After seeing the movie, I was curious about how close it represented Jane Austen’s life.  It turns out the movie is a blend of fact and fiction. Jane was born in 1775 in Hampshire, England.  She was the youngest child in seven siblings. In the movie her relationship with her sister Cassandra and her parents is the main focus with regards to her family life.  As in the movie, Jane received a marriage proposal from a wealthy man that she accepted, then turned down the next day.

She did know Thomas Lefory when he was on break from his legal studies in England. She enjoyed his company at dances while he was in Hampshire, but there is no evidence that they fell in love and wanted to marry.

Jane’s life was fairly private. Her sister destroyed many of Jane’s letters after she died, so there is much that isn’t known about her.

During her life, Jane wrote many short pieces and six novels.  All were published with the author being anonymous.  Jane Austen’s name didn’t come out until after she died of Addison’s disease at forty-two years old.  At that time, women weren’t supposed to be authors, since they weren’t thought of as independent thinkers, and the idea of novels was a new concept.

Jane Austen is considered a romance writer, yet she never had a serious romance or married.  Over the years people have wondered how she could write about experiences she never had.  However, she did attended many dances, received a marriage proposal and witnessed the heartache her sister suffered when her fiancé died of a fever in the West Indies. From her writing, it’s apparent that these experiences and her keen insight into human nature were enough for her to become an extraordinary writer.

Though Jane Austen had only modest success during her life, she became popular in the 20th century.  Today she’s considered one of the top one hundred English writers.

Here is a movie trailer

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Review of the movie Ex Machina

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Ex Machina

If you’re a Sci-fi fan, you won’t want to miss Ex Machina, a 2015 movie that’s available on Netflix right now. In this story, a computer coder Caleb (Domhnall Glesson) spends a week at his employer’s extraordinary mountain home to evaluate the intelligence and consciousness of a lovely AI robot Ava (Alicia Vikander). It’s a thought-provoking, eerie movie that brings up many questions about AIs (AI stands for Artificial Intelligence).

 

The story opens with Caleb being congratulated at work after he wins a contest to go to the remote home of his employer, Nathan Bateman (Oscar Isaac).  He’s flown in by helicopter, dropped off in the middle of nowhere and told which direction to walk. He heads through the woods and finally reaches a house that could pass for a fortress.  He knocks on the door, his photo is taken, and then he’s issued an ID tag.  The door opens and he walks down the hallway until he comes to the kitchen, where outside the patio window he sees Nathan working out.

 

This opening scene gives the viewer the uncomfortable feeling that something isn’t quite right and we’re a little on edge, as is Caleb.

 

Caleb has to sign an agreement never to disclose what he is about to see.  He wants to have a lawyer look at the agreement, but Nathan tells him he can either sign it or spend the week just hanging out.  Caleb wants to see Nathan’s project, so he signs.  The room he’s given is more of a windowless cell than a guest room.  When he asks Nathan about it, Nathan explains his home is a research center that has high security.

 

As the viewer, we feel we’re trapped in this cell with Caleb. He is trying to figure out what’s going on, but Nathan only lets him know what he wants him to know.

 

Caleb finally gets to meet Ava, the AI robot.  Her body reveals she is a robot, but her face is that of a beautiful woman.  As Caleb meets with her, he begins to see her as a conscious being and is attracted to her, especially when she puts on clothes so she looks human.  After interviewing Ava several times, the difference between a human and a machine begins to break down in Caleb’s mind.  He even wonders if he is a machine.

 

The world inside the house is filmed in muted colors while outside colors are bright with a river, rocks and trees.  Ava has never been outside and can only see it through the glass in her room.  To Nathan she’s just one machine in a series of machines that keep evolving.  But to Caleb, who has formed an emotional attachment to her, she is a being with consciousness.  He wants to help her escape from Nathan.

 

The title Ex Machina is a play on the Greek phrase Deus Ex Machina—“God from a machine.”  A machine refers to the machine that held a god over the stage in Greek drama.  In the title, Deus (meaning God or deity) is left out.  The movie examines the theme of humanity as it relates to God.  Ava reminds of us the name Eve, for the first two humans, Adam and Eve.

 

Writer and director Alex Garland also uses mirrors and reflections as a device.  Ava and Caleb only see each other through glass.  What is real and what is a reflection?

 

Caleb begins to see that Nathan is manipulating him.  He didn’t win a contest at all. Nathan picked him and created an AI female he would find sexually attractive. Ava also has the ability to be seductive, and she tempts Caleb as Eve tempted Adam.

 

Other sci-fi movies exist with AIs that are so intelligent they become dangerous to the men who invented them.  2001 One Space Odyssey was probably the first with HAL, the computer that ran the ship, eventually taking it over.   Other well-known movies with AIs include the Terminator and Matrix series.

 

This movie is different in that the AI looks like a beautiful, innocent woman who is trapped in a glass room and serves only as part of Nathan’s research.  She will be destroyed when he’s through with her for the development of a new, improved model.

 

The question the movie asks isn’t only: Can AIs destroy us as they become more and more advanced? (and more intelligent than us), but If AIs have consciousness, should they have rights?  Or, should they be kept as slaves for their owner’s use, subject to being destroyed when their owner gets a new model?  We think nothing of replacing our computer with a newer, faster, more powerful one, but what if that computer looks like a person, complete with intelligence and consciousness?

 

In this movie, the line between man and machine is blurred. To Caleb, Ava becomes real and his belief in Nathan (as a God-like figure who created this amazing AI) is shaken.

 

Ex Machina is a brilliant movie with good acting and excellent photography that will leave you thinking long after the movie is over.

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Pre-Order Give Away of Star Rider and the Golden Threads and Book Launch Party

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Star Rider and the Golden Threads

I will be having a book launch party for my new book: Star Rider and the Golden Threads on Sunday, September 16th at 1:30 p.m. in the party room at Powers Ridge Apts., 1371 Lake Dr. W., Chanhassen, MN. This event will include a reading and talk about the book.  Refreshments will be served.  All are welcome!

This book is the second of is my science fiction Star Rider Series.  It is now available as a paperback at Amazon.  It will be available as an e-book on September 1st.

I’m running a Star Rider and the Golden Threads Pre-order Giveaway!

Enter to win a paperback copy of Star Rider and the Golden Threads, a book lamp, galaxy postcards, and a galaxy metal bookmark.

There are several ways you can enter!

Here is a link to the giveaway: Giveaway

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Book Review of Dream Yourself Awake

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Dream Yourself Awake

Dream Yourself Awake; One Woman’s Journey to Uncover Her Divine Purpose through Dreams by Darlene Montgomery

Years ago Montgomery realized her dreams related to her waking life and revealed recurring themes and lessons. The images and feelings she began to see formed a map that led to her purpose as Soul. Montgomery states, “Dreams tell a story about Soul’s everlasting wish to journey back home to God.” (p. 18)

The basic premise of the book is that if you have a yearning to know your purpose in life, Spirit will let Soul see its greater destiny and clear away illusions. The law of growth drives Soul on.

Each chapter begins with an insightful quote. Then Montgomery shares a dream, waking dream or inner experience and gives her interpretation of it as she sheds light on the spiritual side of what she’s experiencing.

In the sixth chapter, The Messengers of Life, she quotes from Marianne Williamson: “Ultimately, it is not our credentials but our commitment to a higher purpose that creates our effectiveness in the world.” (p. 28)

In this chapter Montgomery explains that Divine Spirit guides us to experiences that remind us of agreements we made before we were born into this life. Messengers in life may come to us as teachers, friends, movies and books. The people around us show us qualities inside ourselves and help us figure out our life’s mission.

Montgomery also shares what she learned about her career as a writer. In one dream, Montgomery meets Oprah Winfrey. She realized Oprah’s dream appearance intended to awaken her “to my own potential as a voice of change in the world” (p. 11) In the same chapter she says, “To write a book is to open a door literally into another world. Every work of art leaves an impression, which shapes the thoughts of others and more importantly their dreams.” (p. 13)

In Dream Yourself Awake, Montgomery takes the reader on an intimate journey. Through Montgomery’s experience, we see our own fears, failings and limiting ideas. We also see our ability to grow, learn, overcome these limitations and move into a place of love, abundance and gratitude. We see how we are divine sparks of God and how our dreams are here to teach us, give us truth and help us deal with challenges. When we pay attention, dreams will tell us about our higher goals and we can wake up, as Montgomery did. We can become strong spiritual beings, aware that we are children of God, knowing we are powerful, loving beings.

While writing this blog post, I had a waking dream experience at the end of my yoga class. The instructor said she had a quote to share and I knew it was related to this post. The quote is from the inspiring author, Marianne Williamson:

“Relationships are our primary teacher. They are the context in which we either grow into God consciousness, or deny ourselves and others the opportunity to do so.”

Have you had dreams, waking dreams or inner experience that helped you wake up to a higher truth about yourself on your journey home to God? I’d love to hear about your experiences!share this:
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