The morning of September 26 was one of hectic getting ready--unwinding pin curls, donning shoes, picking out hats or jewelry, making sandwiches, and forgetting things I meant to take.
Our brother Matthew was our chauffeur, as Annie tried to cheer me up about my hair not having time to be pinned up properly--I had videos on WWII hairstyles that I hadn't had time to watch. I did my best as we bumped along the roads.
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| Me with a vintage roadster |
Life is never perfect, and I soon forgot all the little things as we entered the Linden event, remembering the
big
things that happened in time past. Men and women lost their lives in
concentration camps, men fought for freedom from oppression. The
spotlight was not on me.
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| Some of the audience |
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| Arthur Pais |
We heard the first speaker,
Arthur Pais, from a ways back at first, as we sat on the side, hardly able
to concentrate on his speaking. Eventually we moved up, and saw his
grave face as he spoke about being separated from his family as they
went to work camps (or death camps)--never seeing his mother again. His
humor was not extinguished during the talk, however, or his grace and
humility.
As it was nearing noon, we decided to head to
the car and eat our packed lunch--an assortment of chicken salad
sandwiches, apples, ginger snaps, and chocolate-covered pretzels. It
was nice to relax in our van as we ate and sipped water or iced tea.
The streets and sidewalks were bustling, with vintage vehicles, clanging fire-engines, troops, and onlookers in everyday clothes.
Annie and I split up from Matthew, so we could each listen to a different speaker. We wanted to hear Norman Weber, an American boy who lived in Germany and even joined the Nazi Youth. The walk was longer than I expected, and my previously untested high heels began to dig into my feet and rub blisters into them. But it was worth the walk. Near the speaking site, we saw rows of tents.
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| A soldier in camp |
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| Norman Weber |
After a few well-sung songs sung by a Courter girl, we heard Mr. Weber speak.
He recounted his story clearly, and an interesting story it was. It felt normal for him to join the Nazi Youth at the time, not knowing all the atrocities to come. He was saved from harm through this, and never questioned as to his birthplace, since he looked like the ideal German--tall, erect, blond-haired and blue-eyed. But what was going to happen when the Americans came and won the city?
After his talk, I walked over to meet him and get his autograph. He was happy to oblige.
I pointed out the vintage vehicles and people getting rides, and asked Annie if we could try to get a ride in one. It would save us another walk, too. The back of the jeep we chose was so high that I didn't think I could step up onto it. They pulled out part of the seat in the front so I could get by that, and we got up and onto a bench seat in the back. Two young friends from church joined us, one of them crouching and holding onto the front seat. Then three modern-day marines (I think) hopped on the back, as well, making for a pretty crowded ride down the street. I was near the front, with open air to my left. It felt rather nice to be riding along with wind in my hair. Matthew, unbeknownst to us (and he didn't know we were riding, either), took a photo of us as we rode. The marines wanted to get off near the stop-light, and Annie and I got off there, too, as did our friends.
Around 2:00 pm (shortly after the ride), we met up with Matthew, as well as some friends, in the back row of this "Courthouse Stage." We listened to Lacie Bowman sing two songs: "The White Cliffs of Dover" and "It Hurts to Say Goodbye." Her voice and presentation were beautiful, though the impact didn't hit me there at first, because I was talking with one of the Seargeants off to the side. Then I sat down with the group to watch. We then heard Jerry Neal, not ashamed to say he owed everything to his God and Savior, Jesus Christ.
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| Jerry Neal |
Next there was a parade of vintage vehicles and veterans, with young men and women running out to give them honorary white carnations.
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| Mr. Courter interviewing twin veterans |
These twins (left) also had interesting stories to tell, involving an explosion. The man on the right was a twin, too, and told about a shark story.
At 4:00, there was a battle reenactment, which began peacefully, with women walking the streets, sitting at the Cafe, and having their identification cards checked.
Then shots rang out, and the street was filled with the fake but effective blasts for many long minutes. I plugged an ear at times, and wished for it to stop. . . . How much more the soldiers of WWII must have wished this, as not just the noise jarred their ears, but comrades fell around them, the bloodied, moaning, and dead.
It was a good day to meet up with friends:
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| The Seargeants and Sierra |
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| Anna |
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| Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez |
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| Norah |
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| Laura Verret |
We saw many friends, and stopped to rest here (photo below). Steven Bowman said the beignets were excellent, so we decided to split one three ways. Annie and Matthew went to order the pastry at "Cafe Normandie." Indeed, the pastry, with a dollop of jam and sprinkling of powdered sugar, was excellent! It was light and airy on the inside, and crispy on the outside.
We had to walk back to the encampment area to eat our supper (we'd purchased tickets upon arriving that morning), and I could barely stand the walk. Next time maybe I'll be smart and wear flats!
The tables were decorated, with charming lights strung overhead. A band played to one side ("Merchants of COOL"), lilting and jazzy. We got in line and got our meal of fried chicken, coleslaw, baked beans, and dinner roll. We picked up a bottle of water or soda and a root-beer float, where I saw some other friends.
At our table, David Noor met the three of us for the first time, and sat down to eat with us, with our permission. So we enjoyed chatting with him about various things. A friend of his joined us for a bit, too.
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| Waiting around |
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| After the meal |
Then it was time for the USO-style show to begin. There were announcements of thanks, prizes for the best reenactors and the family who traveled the farthest (from New Zealand!), more singing, including a children's choir, and a recitation of Winston Churchill's famous "Never Surrender" speech (given on June 4, 1940; House of Commons).
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| Lacie Bowman singing |
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| Steven Bowman reciting Winston Churchill's speech |
After being immersed in the music, words, and look of the era, I was feeling as if I had stepped back in time; I felt the emotion, the honor and courage of these men and women.
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| Many of the places in town also appeared to be back in time. |
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| Annie and me posing for a shot |
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| The night ended in fireworks, which we watched after walking halfway back to our van. |
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| Grand finale |
