The Bear Keeper

  • 004 (1)This was the 4th blog post I ever wrote.  I am taking a break from writing for the summer, but thought many of my followers would enjoy this post honoring Memorial Day:

Today’s 4th installment is made possible by the research and interviews obtained from Rebel Kreklow and Elaine Wagner while researching my family tree for genealogy purposes.

The best stories to me are about the ordinary.  It is refreshing to see and take note of my typical family members living in the context of extraordinary times. Painting a truthful picture without the jargon is ultimately the writer’s goal. Yet at times its easy to be taken away in your imagination wondering and indulging a bit about what it must have been like living during a certain time frame.

Rebel’s dad  was Edwin Kreklow from German ancestry. In the picture provided , Edwin’s dad was the second man standing on the right. This man was Albert Kreklow. Our family line is Louis Kreklow, Albert’s older brother, who is the second man standing on the left. They were all farmers like the elder Wilhelm Kreklow seated to the left. Consequently, Edwin grew up on a Wisconsin farm and was especially fond of taking care of the animals.

In 1936, Edwin left Fort Atkinson, WI  for a life in the Navy. Sea life was probably a good fit for Edwin as he was shy and being a way from port was just that much easier as he was not much of a talker. Edwin kept to himself and did his job to the best of his ability.

Edwin was stationed on the U. S. S. Tennessee. The Tennessee was one of the ships in Pearl Harbor when the Japanese attacked. Edwin experienced first hand the attack. It would forever change him according to his son.  Edwin saw so much devastation. The U.S.S. Virginia right next to him sunk. It was the smoke from the Arizona blowing up that probably saved the Tennessee from much damage. Below is part of an account that Edwin made of his experience:

“When I came up on the topside, I couldn’t believe my eyes! Our ship, which was always real clean..was a mess! Water standing all over in our living quarters, fire hoses all over the place, which had leaked or blown out under pressure…..After the fires went out on the Arizona, I was on a working party that went aboard the Arizona to remove the remains of the dead on the topside. Just a terrible sight! No way to tell who was who, because we had no “dog tags” at that time. However, we all got them in a few days. We could not go below decks on the Arizona, because everything was filled with water……”

Its unimaginable in my mind what Edwin went through. A young man who was a farmer to being in what will go down in infamy as one of the pivotal war stories of our country-the day Pearl Harbor got attacked.

What made me share with you about Edwin? Edwin just came alive to me. He left the military and eventually moved to Seattle, WA which is my home town also. He like me came from another area of the country and settled down in Seattle. I especially had my interest sparked when I heard Edwin was the bear keeper in our zoo called The Woodland Park Zoo! Edwin explains that he was especially qualified since he grew up with the animals on the farm. He passed a zookeeper exam with flying colors! He was especially fond of a Himalayan Sun Bear that he named Jughead. Edwin was in this job during the late 1940s. I could not help to think of all the children of Seattle enjoying those animals and Edwin taking care of the animals in the background quietly away from the fray of the public..The children of Seattle were the benefactors of a Pearl Harbor vet and an ordinary farmer from Wisconsin.

Recently I was sharing with a friend about my ancestry work and having lunch at Third Place Bookstore ( www.thirdplacebooks.com ) which is one of my favorite places in Seattle to hang out when I have a spare moment. On this particular day, I noticed a sweet elderly Japanese couple walking into the bookstore with the aid of a cane and holding on to each other. Immediately behind them was a woman I recognized. It was my son’s nurse from his doctor’s office. I decided to say hello and inquire if the couple was her parents. They were. We talked for a few moments and within that time period I was able to find out from her that her parents were once in an internment camp during World War II. They were Japanese-Americans that were forced to Idaho after Pearl Harbor was attacked.

As I observed her parents, I wondered of their lives when they were allowed back to Seattle. Ironically, I had just completed a novel about that time period entitled Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford. It is a fictional account of relationships and repentance during the Japanese internment and the aftermath of the consequences of Pearl Harbor. I could not believe I would have the extraordinary luck to see a couple that lived in one of those internment camps.

It was not unusual to enjoy a day at the zoo and this Japanese couple with their daughter was like any other family in Seattle that would go to one of the best zoos in America. I can imagine a beautiful summer day in the late 1940′s that I could see this couple with their daughter walking toward a cute Himalayan Sun Bear named Jughead. Oh how small our world really is…… It is also easy to imagine Edwin, the bear keeper, in the background quietly tending to the animals…..

Going Going Gone

Hello to all of you that have so given generously to reading my blog. Today I am announcing a time away from writing. I am planning to spend the summer focusing on family. I will miss many of you and at times will definitely read your blogs. At some point, I hope to return with new stories of my adventures as I will be keeping notes of what would be good topics to write about. My children especially inspire funny stories so hopefully by the fall you will get to see some posts from our summer antics.

Much respect to you all and if you want to stay in touch via email just put it in the comments on this post.

Alesia

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Clogged Toilets, Bugs, And Mother’s Day

My son when he was a toddler showing me some "attitude."

My son when he was a toddler showing me some “attitude.”

You are probably wondering what those three things have in common. It just so happens to be a lot.

My son Elijah is an amazing young man. He has many good points along with a few quirky ones. One of those quirky points is he does not like bugs.

I bet you know where this is heading.

Yesterday I am outside and I hear a scream from the inside of the house. Yes. 16-year-old boys do scream sort of. It goes something like this, ” Aghhhhhh, Mom hurry get in here!”

I walk in rather quickly and approach my son who is looking inside our downstairs toilet, “Mom, I did something.”

As we are both looking down at the toilet. I am thinking he had a big dump and now the toilet is stopped up! “Elijah, how many times have I told you to flush twice if you need to.” This was actually said very calmly for you mothers out there who may be wondering.

“It’s all stopped up.” Elijah says to me. Well I was going to say NO SHIT, but it did not seem like appropriate language in front of my son. Although I felt it would get the message across rather nicely.

It turns out Elijah had not gone to the bathroom. He had taken a paper towel and had killed a big beetle and had flushed both items down the toilet. UGH!!!!

Our toilet does not take kindly to paper towels! Beetles-well the toilet doesn’t give a shit about them. He was gone.

So rather frustrated I gathered my senses and instructed Elijah this was a good time to learn about plunging. So what turned out to possibly being a rather ugly scene turned into a pleasant motherly instructive lesson on bathroom and toilet etiquette and plunging. What more should a mother do , but show her kid how things are done properly. Happy Mother’s Day to me! And to you.

Do me a favor. Enjoy your children. Worry less about the household chores and business the rest of this week. Give your time to the little ones. That is what they will remember.

Getting Inside Your Brain

My son was so proud of this new book he got. Are we as proud of our own blogs like he is of his book?

My son was so proud of this new book he got. Are we as proud of our own blogs like he is of his book?

Good writing on my blog takes time. Actually the truth is sometimes it does not. Sharing of my own personal struggles with a brain tumor and having a son with autism typically make for interesting blogging. It has been easy to formulate my thoughts on these two subjects, and finding a niche in blogging and resonating with others has been a fascinating journey for me.

It has now been a year since Alesiablogs was created. Showing my various sides and moods has been prevalent throughout my writings. Thinking thoughtfully about a topic brings a richness to a subject. However, I have found my most popular posts ( if I judge it on likes and comments) can be the post that took me all of 20 minutes to write. Go Figure.

I am also keenly aware that my style of writing may be what draws someone in along with a subject that needs more light shined upon it. The crazy thing is that I am not an English teacher and have never done any formal writing.

Yet, I feel my voice makes a difference. IT is what brings me to your blog. It is your voice. It just recently hit me that I need to stop worrying about how many followers I have or views of my page. What does it matter? I am not trying to be commercially successful. In fact I could care less.

What do I care about then? I care about a life changed. I care about the young woman who has started to follow me because my words are helping her get through an abusive relationship. I care about the young man inspired by my experiences that is going through something similar like I did and is looking for answers.

I care about people.

So there is no catchy writing here for you to view most of the time. Many times I share from just the top surface of an issue so as to not get too personal about my problems, but it is in the depth I find you all. So depth I try to pursue. It is in these deep blog posts, that your comments flow. Realizing this makes me want to write even better. It makes me realize I am getting in side your brain.

So as I start my second year of blogging, it is my hope my writing would be worthy of you reading. I know your comments and your likes are all I have to go by for now. I value these, but wish there was another way to get graded. I need to clue you in on a little secret. I “like” my own posts routinely. After all I better like what I am sharing.

Trees

Howdy WordPress Friends,

I have been wanting to share my tree photos from my most recent vacation to the state of Hawaii. Nature and Earth are so very important to me. I so enjoy God’s creation and as many of you know, we need to be kind to our planet. Trees were created for many purposes, but today my photos are for you to just visually enjoy. Hopefully their beauty will put a smile on your face and you will be renewed by them in some way.

My Forrest Gump Moment

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Today I did not want to blog. My ongoing efforts to write seemed futile.

I grabbed my coffee though and came to the computer and thought about one of my favorite films Forrest Gump! What would Forrest do? Laughing out Loud–I thought-he would continue with the race and run until he was done.

I realized I am not quite done with blogging. I am purpose-driven and working on a goal. I have picked up a few new bloggers that have engaged with me about their lives and I am touched. The blogging is worth the effort I thought. It is helping in a way I did not know it could.

Today is a new day.

Ten years ago most commentary we would read would be one-sided. Your favorite news paper or magazine would run an article perhaps on some political subject that left you fuming. I mean you were pissed off. Today they are dying by the dozens.

Since then a little thing called a blog took over. It popularity soared. Blogging has perhaps become the watchdog for when other forms of media seem to be getting it wrong or missing alternative solutions.

This is what attracted me to it. If you’ve never realized that blogging has an extensive network of helpful links, you would be mistaken. The visibility of what we have is an experience like no other.

It is a wonder that so many that blog are actually writing about the very subject of blogging. I like that because it helps with perspective. So I continue my quest and wait for my Forrest Gump MOMENT. How about you? Can you explain to me what keeps you going on with your blogging?

The Box

Do you collect anything? My collection is boxes. They intrigue me. It could be their design or even the way it latches to lock. Recently when I shared a letter from a box of mine, http://alesiablogs.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/becoming-a-nurse/ , I realized how precious those assorted boxes are. They are representative of something that captured my eye. The contents are attention grabbers for me. Many memories are personal in nature yet my assorted boxes’ contents are a visible reminder of where my life has been and where I have gone.

Can I be frank with you? I am thankful, but feel lost in a world that puts more value on things than people. Under darkened skies, I grasp at the inner most mind games playing within my brain and realize we are not anywhere near where we need to be. There is so much more.

Today I am opening up to you the same way I open up one of my boxes. What we discover together could be poetic. Choosing happiness and joy is on the top of my list. Come with me and see JOY. As I have aged, my life is more and more precious. May you be encouraged to feel that same way. What would we be without each other? This is worthy of being pondered.

God Be With You.