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  • Nagasaki Survivor Nagasaki Survivor

    • From: galtravel
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      I was thrilled to be able to attend the 65th Anniversary of the Nagasaki bombing in Japan recently.   This gentleman was standing directly in front of the hypocenter monument wearing a survivor button and pausing in the heat.  The emotion of the place and time and seeing survivors was palpable in the park.

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  • Hot Mama Hot Mama

    • From: thelastmangoinparis
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      This woman was dicing hot peppers for a sauce outside of a restaurant.  One taste was all you needed, and the smell left your eyes watering.  Atomic Hot Wings anyone?

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  • Nagasaki: A Trip I Needed to T Nagasaki: A Trip I Needed to Take

    • From: joe8211943
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      Statue in Peace Park, Nagasaki, JapanStatue in Peace Park, Nagasaki, Japan

      My choice for a vacation destination usually depends on a country’s photographic opportunities, its food, and exciting, new things to see and experience. My reason for selecting Nagasaki was different  -- it was an attempt for me to connect to my father, who died a few years ago.


      An officer in the U.S. Marines, my dad was one of the soldiers who were chosen to go into Nagasaki soon after the Atomic Bomb had leveled the city. A young man in his early 20s, he and his fellow Marines stayed in one of the Mitsubishi factories for several days, soaking up radiation in the contaminated region.


      A violin student at Juilliard, Dad dropped out of school and enlisted in the Marines shortly after Pearl Harbor. He never talked much about the experience in Nagasaki, other than to say that he didn’t like to think about the unspeakable horrors he had seen. I remember his telling me, when I was a child, about finding a book beside the road. When he picked it up, it crumbled into dust.


      After the war, the government designated him and those other Marines “Atomic Soldiers,” and for years they were monitored for possible illnesses related to the radiation. Fortunately, for Dad, the exposure didn’t have any adverse effects: he returned home after the war and had six more children, and he lived to the age of 82, dying of complications of diabetes. Many of his fellow comrades were not so lucky -- a statistically large number of those veterans developed various types of cancer.


      On our train ride to Nagasaki, my wife and I passed through Hiroshima, site of the first atomic blast, on August 6, 1945. Gazing through the window at the buildings and people, I tried to imagine that day.


      Our visit to Japan so far had included Tokyo, Nikko, Takayama, Kyoto, Nara, Himeji, and Kurashiki. We found the Japanese people to be unfailingly polite, helpful (one lady led us four blocks to find our hotel), considerate of others, and welcoming to us American tourists. 


      During rush hour in the Tokyo subway there was none of the pushing, shoving, or breaking in front of others that is found in most large cities -- people formed lines and proceeded to board the subway cars in an orderly, civilized way. We saw no litter, no graffiti, and there were very few police in evidence -- Tokyo’s crime rate is surprisingly low. The palaces, temples, and other sights were as magnificent as anything we’d ever seen.


      Our day in Nagasaki began with a streetcar ride to Peace Park, at the epicenter of the atomic bomb’s explosion. We lingered for a few minutes at the wing-shaped fountain that was dedicated to the fatally wounded who begged for water. 


      Heading farther into the Park, we stopped to see statues and sculptures from all over the world that were donated to Nagasaki to memorialize the atomic bombing. We passed by the ruins of the concrete walls of a prison where 134 inmates had died instantly. 


      At the end of the Park is the Peace Statue: a seated man, 30 feet tall, with one hand pointing up in the direction from where the bomb had come and the other extending outward in a gesture of peace.


      A few hundred yards away, the exact epicenter (1500 feet below the explosion) is marked with a black pillar in the center of concentric circles on the ground that signify the spreading waves of death. A black coffin in front of the pillar contains the nearly 150,000 names of all of the known victims of the fiery blast.


      The Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum pulls no punches. Its photographs and videos of the city before and after the explosion are mind-numbing. Inside, the lighting grows dim and a clock can be heard ticking away the seconds until 11:02, when it abruptly stops. 


      Displays show hand bones melded in the searing heat (7000 degrees F.) into a clump of melted glass, remnants of a person’s skull inside a helmet, clothing exposed in the bombing, photographs of dead and dying victims, and video accounts by survivors. 


      Other exhibitions show damages caused by heat rays, by the force of the explosions, by fires, and by radiation. It is not a pleasant experience, but, like Auschwitz, it is something that should be seen by everyone. 


      Whether or not the bombing was justified, countless innocent lives, young and old, military and civilian, were lost; animal and plant life were destroyed. Visiting this museum is the closest you can come to comprehending the magnitude of the death and destruction of atomic warfare.


      I came to Nagasaki and got a glimpse of what my father experienced 63 years ago. By connecting with history, I connected with him.


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  • Vienna & Prague 2008 Vienna & Prague 2008

    • From: eovering
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      The actors in this story are:  me, my sister Vinal and her husband Walter Binner who live in Vienna (Vinal taught English as a second language and has several books printed on that subject and Walter was the director of Atomic Energy for Austria), my sister Joanna Overing and her husband Napier Russell (Joanna has a doctors degree in Social Anthropology and is retired from a chair at St. Andrews University, thus she keeps her family name. Napier was a photographer), Bobby Binner, Vinal & Walter’s son, and his wife Roslana and their six year old son Darien (Bobby is with the IAEA in the United Nations and was in Japan for most of September inspecting atomic energy plants).


      I left Country Club Village in Hot Springs on Wednesday, September 3, 2008 about 10:15 am Central Daylight Time and arrived in Vienna the next day at 2 pm European Daylight Time (equal to 7 am CDT). I left my car with David Berry and he took me to the Little Rock airport. I flew to Denver on United Airways on an Embraer 145, Lufthansa to Frankfort on an Airbus A340-600 (with two meals with wine included), and Lufthansa to Vienna on an Airbus A320. Vinal and Walter met me at the airport and Vinal drove us to their apartment. After a nap we had a supper of wieners, salad, wine, and apple strudel and watched a movie (well, I didn’t sleep all of the movie).


      I waked up about 7 am and thus quickly adjust for the time change. We discussed places to see in Vienna and Prague. Vinal and I took a walk and stopped for some Italian ice cream. Nap. I read and scanned letters from our grand-aunt Vinal Overing Snediker of San Francisco from 1930 to 1964. Most of the letters were to our mother, Wilella Payne Overing. Vinal Snediker is a very good writer and the letters are fascinating.


      We went to the American International School open house. We had a chance to chat with Roslana, Darien, and Roslana’s parents.


      We took the bus to Kuhlenberg and hiked the trails through the woods between two peaks. There is a great view of Vienna there. We had supper at Nussdorf. I had wiener schnitzel. We returned home by tram and bus.


       Vinal and I took a trip by bus and tram to downtown to check on  train schedules.. We then boarded the wrong tram to do some shopping. That was no problem as we found everything we needed anyhow including some maps and fresh rolls, and stopped for a cup of coffee. We spotted a subway station and we rode the train to the Helligenstadt station where we switched to the bus to the Binner’s apartment. I read and scanned a stack of 1939 letters between our parents to and from Colorado and the Carolinas (our Mother , Vinal, Joanna, and I spent the summer and fall in a log cabin on a ranch in Colorado while our Father was training to be a Post Office Inspector).


      Vinal and I gassed up the car and shopped in a super-market. In the afternoon we picked up Joanna and Napier at the Vienna airport. This was a great family reunion.


      We looked over maps for possible trips to Prague, Bratislava, Moravska Krumlova, Semmering and more. We all had a nap.


      Vinal and Joanna went shopping in the farmer’s market. Napier and I went along as sack carriers. They picked up potatoes, carrots, plums, beans, and chicken. We ate lunch at a café near the market and had wieners with cheese with a roll and coffee. Today was Walter’s birthday!


      Joanna, Napier and I went to the Ring (downtown Vienna) by bus and underground. We walked through the Burggarten and stopped for some coffee. We visited the Kunsthistorisches Museum (Art Museum) to see paintings by Peter Brueghel the Elder and his sons and grandsons. We walked through the Volksgarten and ate lunch in a café in the park. We walked on to the Stephensplatz. It is now quite touristy. (Note that taking a vacation with Overings usually include lots of walking.)


      We spent all day in the Binner apartment talking, reminiscing, and planning.


      We went to three concerts at the Wiene Konzerthaus on Lothringerstrasse. Timna  Breuer (singer) and Elias Meiri (instruments) presented various European children’s  folk songs. Next there was a presentation by Daniel Hope on the violin and Josephine Knight on the cello of Czech Jewish music written in concentration camps (most composers died there). The largest concert was Kantorenkonzert by the Slowakische Philharmonic Kolot, with Kantors Shmuel Barzilai and Benzion Biller, Dirigent (Director) Mordechei Sobol, Moderation (Announcer) Paul Chaim Eisenberg, and a male chorus. All of the concerts were good and the Kantorenkonzert was really great.


      We all packed for the trip to Prague. I did some more scanning on the computer of family letters.


      We took the bus and subway trains to Sudbahnhof (Southern Train Station) to take the train to Prague. The scenery between Vienna and Prague was interesting. On arrival we changed some Euro to Krona and bought transportation passes good for three days. We managed the Underground to arrive within a block from the Pension Tara on Halvelska (street) and just a couple of blocks from Wenceslas Square. We found a pub to eat supper with huge glasses of beer (Czech beer is said to be the best in the world).


      The next morning we found a restaurant that has breakfast specials between 8 and 9 am. We found the food was good. We saw most of the usual things that tourists see in Prague:  Old Town Square, the Astronomical Clock, Charles Bridge, Prague Castel, the Golden Lane (once home to the author Franz Kafka), Wenceslas Square, the Old Jewish Cemetery, old/new Synagogues, Tyn Church, Church of St. James, Havelska Market. A special treat was the Mucha Museum, one of Europe’s most enjoyable little museums. Alfons Mucha was a founding father of the Art Nouveau movement. We had a great dinner at the Czech restaurant Hoctinec U Kalicha. The food was wonderful and we brought enough duck and ham home for two more meals. This was a top notch way to celebrate Vinal’s birthday.


      We all rested from the trip. I transferred photos from camera to an USB flash stick. We all had naps!


      We went back to farmer’s market to refill the cabinets and fridge with items to be cooked.


      We went to Ring again, this time to the Albertina to see the Van Gogh display of some 140 paintings. WOW!


      One day was set aside to see the Tiergarten (Schönbrunn Zoo). This has to be one of the best zoos in the world. It would take about five days to see the entire zoo. The presentations are great.


      We drove to an almost unknown town of Moravska Krumlova in the Czech Republic. The town is very interesting and we should have allowed more time there. The big thing to see is the Moravska Krumlova Palace which holds twenty huge murals by Mucha which will be soon is to be moved to Prague.


      Napier and I walked through the Dog Park and the Turkenschanzpark (Turkish Park) for a great outing.


      We went to Belvedere to view the showing of paintings by Klimpt, Schiele, Kodsschka, Monet, Renoir and more. The trip was also interesting as we traveled by tram through the heart of Vienna and was able to see much more than from the trains.


      We went by train to Semmering, a small town in the eastern Alps. We walked through the town. It seemed that we were going uphill all of the time even though we started and ended at the train station. We enjoyed the views, the chateaus, the fancy hotels, the ski trails and lifts. It was a fun day.


      Bobby had been in Japan inspecting atomic plants for the previous several weeks. He was able to join us for supper.


      Joanna and Napier went to the airport to fly to Edinburgh. They had a two hour drive ahead of them from Edinburgh to St. Andrews.


      Vinal, Walter and I took the train to the airport. I checked in and we had time for coffee and rolls before I went through the carry-on checking point and passport checking. The flight to Frankfort was on time, but the flight from Frankfort to Denver was delayed several hours and Frankfort has no where to sit down until one has checked in with the boarding card.  The flight was fine after we started. We had two meals and had a chance to see Greenland with snow lit with full sun. In Denver instead of waiting several hours I had to rush through Customs, Passports, and all to make to flight to Little Rock. Somehow we arrived in Little Rock on time and David Berry picked me up and also provided a bed to sleep in which I appreciated after such a long trip along with taking care of my car while I was away. I arrived the next morning in time for breakfast at Country Club Village after being away for a month.




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