The Fairy Diary Day 355 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Concern was growing for our absent pixie. He should have completed his tasks long ago. I prevailed upon Merlin to check on his whereabouts. The wizard managed to call up his image on his seers’ stone. 

Dunfallon and his eagle were a long way from their assigned locations. We could only surmise that he had completed those tasks and was off on some business of his own. 

At least he was safe. I would have a few choice things to say to him on his return. 

I turned over the last of my gleanings on crystals to Rumble so he could get up more maps for us. 

I joined Merlin and Noralei in the wizard’s workshop and watched them put together a new lantern/cage for Willie. And now and again I took a peek at the seer’s stone. 

By all appearances Dunfallon is on his way back.

The Fairy Diary Day 352 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Dunfallon joined me in the library this morning. He began to regale me with stories of his flight here – but feeling the pressure to be about business I suggested he save his stories for the evening, especially when we all can be together. He soon got bored with the topic of crystals and wandered across to the tomes about dragons. 

I received a note from the High Fairy on my scroll informing me that Rumble was ready to return to us. Noralei, however, was not. She will be coming – just not now. 

I told Merlin and he left immediately to retrieve our friend. 

Rumble was soon at my side in the library and I set him the task to look through the maps for any on the lands that I found referenced in the books on crystals. 

Come the evening Dunfallon treated us to some of his adventures on the way here – all save for one – he said he was saving one for when we are all together – meaning when Noralei is back in the fold.

The Fairy Diary Day 187 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

A decision has been reached. And it is unanimous. We shall set out from here soon to the crystalline structure. No transport to an area closer to it would be wise. Merlin feels we would be more easily tracked if he were to do so. 

Rumble has pulled maps that will give us many options for routes to take. Merlin will mount them on a single parchment with very special abilities that will contain them all. 

Under the wizard’s instructions, Dunfallon and Noralei experimented with the red ashes.  They discovered that when dropping them on a glass they moved in the direction of the crystalline structure. So, Merlin has fashioned a glass case to carry them. 

It will serve us as a sort of compass. 

As I finish writing this, I am up on the rampart with our destination in view. And my pendant is vibrating. Is it urging me on or am I shaking under the weight of responsibility?

The Fairy Diary Day 137 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Today was a day of preparation. And for the first time the maps produced by Rumble were proving their essential worth. We all poured over them with Caywyn’s help to plan our route to the capital. 

The Captain marked up my copy with what he thought would keep us far away from the troll camps. He intends to accompany us most of the way, but has a couple of errands to complete at various points. Of course, I offered our services for these tasks or at least to wait upon his return. But he insisted that it would not be necessary – adding that the tasks would require someone more of his stature. 

This comment did not sit well with Dunfallon and I had to head him off before he expressed his obvious disapproval. 

Instead, the planning session being at an end, I offered our services to improve the defenses of the outpost. To this Dunfallon and the others fell to with relish. And between us we greatly improved the security of the outpost and especially of the tower. 

The Fairy Diary Day 127 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Until today Rumble’s frustration over the uselessness of the maps he had drawn knew no bounds. Nothing had lined up from any of his sources. But now we have struck what must be the main highway that should lead us to the capital city of the humans – Azhnastria.  

All looks untouched by any invading armies. 

If the maps are now useful they indicate we are still a long way from the capital – with many posts and forts situated on the approaches. 

We may yet see live humans again. 

For now, we have the road to ourselves. And we shall hurry on the best we can.

The Fairy Diary Day 96 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I caught up with Dunfallon this morning outside the home of the High Fairy. We had all been summoned. He informed me that he had come to the conclusion to leave his mountain goat behind. He thought it best all around, arguing that it would be horrible to lose her to some hungry human and besides he could call upon his golden eagle for transport. 

I thought for sure the High Fairy would have made that very decision, but I was glad the pixie had made it himself. 

Rumble was already inside and he had a map for each of us. Each drawn by himself. He says he composed it from all the best charts available. 

I remember thinking that it wouldn’t be long before we were off to the human lands. A sentiment that the High Fairy spoke out loud, but he added that he felt that our team was not yet complete.

In the stillness after his pronouncement I knew whom I must see tomorrow. 

Tales from my Father Pt 1

Tales from My Father Pt 1

When my Father enlisted in the US Air Force in 1951, he reported to basic training at Lackland AFB in San Antonio TX. It was a rough time. The Korean conflict had just broken on the scene and over 100,000 men were crammed into a camp meant for 20,000.

Their uniforms were all WW2 issue – Army Air Corps khaki. The new blue uniforms for the recently separated service arm were not yet available.

In addition food was scarce and the men were always hungry. So after basic Dad was not unhappy to be assigned to the cooking school. All those similarly appointed made their way to Fort Devens in Massachusetts. There all the hungry enlisted men who had suffered through basic in San Antone were pleasantly surprised to see a mess hall flowing with “milk and honey.” Six weeks of training in their specialty ensued.

His first orders were for Larson AFB in Moses Lake WA which he reached via Payne Field, north of Seattle.  Dad in his capacity as cook was assigned to an AC&W squadron (Aircraft Control & Warning). These were special radar units were a part of the Air Defense Command (ADC), set up to give early warning about the approach of enemy airplanes. These Washington State sites were tasked to be on the lookout for Bearcat Bombers expected to be coming over the pole from Russia (the USSR). A squadron each was placed at a series of a half dozen bases that ringed the atomic facilities at the Hanford nuclear reserve in the tri-cities area of the state.

Other ACW squadrons were mobilized for service in Korea to do the same function at the air bases there.

From Larson he was seconded to another base, but only spent one day there. He was told that someone had read his orders wrong and that he should have been sent to Colville WA instead. They turned him around, however, and sent him back to Larson, as the new base outside of Colville was still under construction.

Having time on his hands and being curious, my Dad got a hold of some maps and checked out where the town of Colville was located.

When the orders came through for the squadron to proceed to Colville. The Master Sargeant asked the men assembled if anyone knew where Colville was. Dad spoke right up and said he knew the way, the fruit of satisfying his curiosity earlier.  So the Master Sergeant had the PFC join him in the lead car of the convoy as they headed for their new duty station.

They arrived in Colville hungry and pulled up in a line on Main Street. Having scoped out a place to eat, Dad again volunteered, this time to guard the cars and trucks. A lot of locals and looky loos stared in wonder as they passed the parked convoy, pondering what had come to their fair community. (There was very little in the local press about what the military was doing up on the mountain. Their equipment and mission was top secret).

They took the Tiger Road out of town, and over Squaw Creek up to the mountain where the base, at least as far as personnel goes, was ready. The radar installation had not yet been completed, but it would be soon.

Knowing that Colville would be the only place nearby to meet girls, my Dad came up with the following stratagem his first furlough there. Walking down the street he ran into some children, he opened his ploy by asking one of the boys if he had any big sisters at home. When the answer came back in the negative, he switched gears. Did he have a babysitter. Yes, he indeed did have one, and he led my father straight to the house where she lived.

My Mom answered his knock at the door. This being a small town out west in the early 50’s, if a man in uniform appeared on your doorstep, hospitality required that you invite him in. So she did.

She was home from school that day, looking after her younger siblings. Their mother had just passed away the week before. She entertained the young airman by playing the latest 45s on her record player. So the music of Eddy Arnold, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Patti Page and Bing Crosby’s version of Harbor Lights formed the sound track for their courtship.

They were joined in wedlock six months later. And for the shivaree (a quaint custom that takes various forms along the frontier in the US) he was made to push his new bride down Main Street in a wheel barrow.