Wednesday, May 31, 2023

Painful but necessary

 I have spent a few hours out in the garage/studio, culling out the unnecessary from the needed. As I don't have a lot longer to spend on this wonderful time on Earth, I decided that there was no need to leave a lot useless items for others to clean up. I have tried to leave as many tools as I can, to my son. I have a ton of artists supplies plus old finished art work. The many small paintings can have a coat of Gesso applied and they become blank and ready for a new artist. My oldest child has found creativity and she paints now. Our middle child has always been creative. Our youngest has been creative as well. My wife had sewn for pleasure until the cost of material drove her away from it. Yes, we are all creative, my sister included. She is a fine artist. 

A week or more ago, I gave away my stained glass hobby. A purpose built table with a lightbox for previewing the color of the glass. I included electric power at each end...I had yards of lead came and solder for the pieces I would use copper foil on. It was time, but I still found it painful to give it away.

My sister is visiting in a few weeks and I hope to talk her into taking some of the artists material. I gave her my glass grinder a few years back, when she was doing mosaic work.

I also gave my son the 3 rifles I had owned. I gave my youngest granddaughter the car that I had abandoned when I gave up my license to drive. It only had 8,000 miles on it so it was still like brand new. Which brings me to the most painful part; giving up my drivers license. I loved driving! After 9/11, I had to drive from my Kansas City office to the West coast and I loved every minute of it!  

What am I thinking about?

 That's a good question. And one not easily answered, as my mind is moving from one subject to another all of the time. I had a subject that I was going to record my thoughts about...and then I had 3 more, 5 more, 11 more and on and on. 

I finally thought about the subject of 'Woke'. That is a subject that I am passionate about. But what is it?There is no mention of it in the dictionary except to tell me that the word is the past tense of Wake. It is never used that way and seems to have become a pronoun, or perhaps an adjective? Surely there has to be a better word? 

There probably is a better word somewhere, but the Hard Right Wing Conservative Fascists have grabbed 'Woke' and decided that it made a great Hammer and they have decided to use it on all of the 'nails' that they believe are surrounding them. I was reading an article this morning about Wind Power and Solar Power and how they have become a target of that Hammer. The HRWCF don't believe in Global Warming and as normal for this bunch, they believe it's all part of a plot against them. Did any of them ever go to school?, Graduate? It's hard to believe that any of them did. 

 Critical thinking is sorely lacking these days. That must be the reason for their sudden interest in 'Burning Books'. Burning books is the hallmark of any fascist society. Books beget knowledge, ergo burning them destroys knowledge. Without knowledge, lies and rumours become the 'New and Correct' knowledge...no books are needed.

Saturday, May 27, 2023

Liar, Liar

The day came when we would all graduate from Hospital Corps school and become HA's or Hospitalmen Apprentice's and have to sew on a new rating patch on the right hand sleeve on all of our uniforms. But before that we were going to learn where we were going to be stationed. I had kept my grade point average above 95% so I was certain that I would be sent to Long Beach Naval Hospital. 

Then our instructor, gave us the bad news...The Navy had two Hospital Corps schools, one in Great Lakes MI for the Naval Districts on the East Coast and ours in San Diego, to service the Pacific. It turned out that the Great Lakes Corps school had just recently become infected with some contagious disease and that meant that the San Diego school would have to split up their graduating class and send some of us to the East Coast. With my luck, I was one of the graduates going East. The same thing happened to Bob and he was sent to a Destroyer, based in Norfolk VA. I found that I was being sent to Camp Lejeune Naval Hospital in North Carolina!

Camp Lejeune? That was a Marine Corps base and I felt cheated. All those promises and all my hopes were shattered.

It turned out that there were three of us going to NC. The two that joined me were unknown to me. Whatever...we were going on the same plane and bus ride together. We had orders to report to the hospital by 7:00 AM on the day after our two day plane & bus ride. That sounded simple enough. Not! We had to take a slow airliner to Chicago and then a slower one to Raleigh NC, where we could take a bus to our destination. Of course all of the flights were late in departing and when we arrived in Raleigh our bus ride was long gone. What to do? We found a bus ride going South, but not to Camp Lejeune. We decided to take it and then see if we couldn't find another bus that might get us there. So off we went...going South. We ended up in a very small town but it did have a restaurant. We bought some dinner and coffee while we tried to come up with a good plan. We didn't know where we were and it was getting late and dark. 

Hitchhike was our only solution. So we stood out next to the highway with our thumbs out, looking for a ride. At 10 PM the restaurant closed and their lights went out. Now we were really in the dark. Then, at midnight, the traffic light went out. Still, we stood, hoping for a ride. Finally, a car stopped for us. I sat in the front while the two took the back seat. The driver told us that he would be glad to take us south and we could easily find a bus to take us the last few miles.

The driver had a big Bible sitting on the seat next to him and he told me that he was a pastor, a preacher that went from church to church...speading the Word. Then he reached down to the floor and brought up a quart sized Mason jar. It was 'Moonshine' and he offered it all around. We all begged off, saying we had to check in to our duty station soon and couldn't chance it, but thank you!

The driver continued to sip at his jar of moonshine. I was glad that we would soon be out of his car and a little bit closer to our destination. 

The driver dropped us off at a bus stop, a Greyhound bus stop, and sure enough a bus did come along. We paid our fare to the next stop which was Jacksonville and 30 minutes later we pulled in to the bus station. We also had our first view of 'downtown' J-ville. There were MP's and SP's patrolling the streets and arresting & hauling away a great many Marines. There seemed to be bars everywhere and there were fights going on in most of them. It was time for us to get out! We found a local bus that served the Base, including the Hospital and we were soon speeding away from J-Ville.

We arrived at the hospital at 4:00 AM, just three hours early.  A friendly Chief directed us to beds in the transient barracks, pointed out the chow hall and said that we could get a few hours sleep before the 7:00 AM deadline. That's exactly what we did, we got two hours sleep before reporting in.

I had been 'promised' a duty station of my choice and it would not have been in North Carolina. But, here I was...



 





Thursday, May 25, 2023

You're in the Navy Now! #1

Boot Camp was now history, and I was going to Hospital Corps School...in San Diego! But first I had some leave time to use before going back to San Diego and the new duty station in Balboa Park. The two weeks slipped by quickly and then I was back at the airport, destination San Diego. Then taking a bus to Balboa Park. The school was located in one of the beautiful canyons within the park. I had been to Balboa Park many times in the past as the San Diego Zoo was located there, but I had never seen this canyon. There was one very tall building, known as Building 26, the Naval Hospital itself. Signs led me to the Hospital Corps school, and I checked in and was led to the sleeping quarters where I had a bunk and locker assigned to me. School would start in the morning, and I would be shown where the classroom was and most important, where the chow hall was.

I had to say the breakfast was good and it was peaceful in the chow hall, as compared to boot camp. There I found my friend, Bob; he was reporting in, and he would be in the same class as me.  Following directions, we found our way to the classroom and waited for the instructor. Listening to the others, it was apparent that most of the students were Navy Reserve, as Hospital Corps School was the only school that Reservists (2 years active duty) could choose.  

Of the three of us that joined together, one of us decided to become regular Navy (6 Year active Duty so that he could attend an Electronics school

 Our instructor arrived and I was surprised to see that she was a Lt. Commander in the Nurse Corps. She was going to be our instructor for the entire course of 3 months' duration. She seemed pleasant enough and I had better feelings about the school now 

The first thing she did was to pass out a copy of the Handbook of the Hospital Corps to each of us. The first thing I noticed was that the book was the 1939 Edition. What? It was already 20 years old. 

Luckily, the book was not used very often, and we learned by 'lecture' and practice. We were told that if we maintained a 95% average on our tests, we could choose our next Duty Station. I had visions of choosing the Naval Hospital in Long Beach which would put me less than an hour away from Manhattan Beach and home. Also, I had a girlfriend, and she would also be less than an hour away. Life was good!







Will it ever end? 12 weeks of Boot Camp

 I may gripe about it at times, but I really enjoyed my time in the Navy, including Boot Camp. There was always something new happening each day during those 12 weeks. Bored? No, I was never bored. There was a day at the firing range, a tear gas experience, rowing a 'whaleboat', being fitted for my Dress Blues (graduation) time aboard the SS Recruit (a mock destroyer) working in the Camp Bakery with fresh bread & a glass of  milk, working in the chow hall and making over 2,000 pancakes one morning, washing dishes &  cutlery, washing clothes by hand and there was always a couple of hours each day of exercise and marching out on the vast expanse of the asphalt  "Grinder". We would practice our marching and formations to be used at our Graduation.

Then, with just four weeks to go, we were given a day off. Liberty! We had to be back on the base by midnight but that gave us plenty of time to enjoy the freedom. We were supposed to wear our Dress Blue uniform and under no circumstances were we to get a tattoo. A bus took us into town, and it would bring us back before midnight.   

The bus let us off on the corner near the Seven Seas Locker Club. Locker Clubs were a great place for sailors on board a ship as you could rent a locker and store your civvies (civilian clothes) or anything else you weren't allowed to have on board. The Locker Club also had showers and a store where you could buy just about anything, including uniforms. And next door was a tattoo parlor! I did some shopping and bought a pre-tied neckerchief. After that, I was looking at the tattoo's available in the shop next door. Yes, I decided to defy the Company Commander and I bought a tattoo. It was small and painful, but I was proud of it. I never heard from any authorities regarding my illegal tattoo. I think about a 1/3 of our company had brand new tattoo's 

After our night on the town our spirits were higher, and we were sure we could handle the remaining weeks. Even though we had to return to washing our clothes in a bucket, buffing the floors, and polishing the brass, as well as spending hours more on the grinder as we exercised and marched. 

My friends and I were all set for our new orders once we graduated. Bob and I were going to be in Hospital Corps School, right here in San Diego, while Dan was going to Electronics School on Treasure Island, San Francisco. But first, we were going to have two weeks of Leave.

We had all changed during our time in Boot Camp, both physically and mentally. I weighed 35 pounds more and I was fit. Mentally I had become an adult and I was ready to be a sailor.

Graduation came and then there was pandemonium as lined up for our orders and everyone's relatives swarmed into the area to hug and cry and congratulate. We had done it!





Sunday, May 21, 2023

The Sound of Music

 I hear music. All of the time. I have a condition called MES, or Musical Ear Syndrome. There is no clear cut reason for this, but lots of speculation. One thing it's not is Dementia. One thing that could  be a cause for MES is hearing loss. About 10 years ago I told my PA that I had MES and he asked me about it. Then he said "I never heard of it" I told him to look it up and he got up and left the room, saying "I 'll be right back". A few minutes later he was back and telling me that he had looked it up and it was exactly as I described it.

I'm listening to it right now, a chorus of men's voices with a strong baritone among them. I don't recognize the song. Earlier, I would hear "Battle Hymm of the Republic" almost every time, as well as the "Star Spangled Banner" for an encore.

I use a headset when I watch TV and that headset helps when I am watching British, Irish, Welsh, Shetland Isles  shows. The only downside is that the MES volume goes up as soon as I remove the headphones.


Saturday, May 20, 2023

One dam thing after another.


A story...but sadly true.

There are referances to photographs but I am unable to paste them. I tried a dozen different ways and all without success. I will try again later...You might want to search with Google and read the many version of the disaster. There are 6 or more videos on the Google search pages. Now Google William Mulholland and see that sometimes it's better to have a degree in Engineering and more than an elementary school education. His first job in Los Angeles was ditch digger. If only he had kept that job, thousands of people would not have died.

William Mulholland  

Saint Francis Dam, San Francisquito Canyon – 1927

St. Francis Dam was a monumental failure that serves as a titanic combination of near- sightedness, and sheer stupidity. Fair and square, Saint Francis Dam attributed to his undoing. Publicly humiliated, he subsequently fell off polite society's "A-list," and thereafter resigned himself to private life.

Geologists actually tried to stop Mulholland. They told Mulholland that the site he selected was unsuitable for a Dam. One of many examples cited was the eastern wall. The eastern wall of the Dam was built against metamorphic rock, with foliation planes running parallel to the sides of the valley. Any Engineer of that epoch would exclaim that this is a signal indication that rock will fall under the weight of gravity alone, much less by relentless fluid force of some 11,500 pounds per square foot generated by a 200 foot Dam.

If that wasn't enough, the aforementioned eastern wall wasn't Geologist's primary concern. At the base of the site, fair-and-square in the middle, was a seismic fault (!) littered with characteristic ground up rock staring straight up at Mulholland's engineers...Another red flag (Mr. Bill was a very bad boy; Mr. Bill didn't listen to his geologists).

The real problem lie opposite the east wall. Opposite the east wall was rock composed primarily of red sandstone (!). Back in the days of Barney and Betty Rubble, common knowledge that red sandstone dissolves in water was a given. The experiment that proves this is older than the Magna Carta. See for yourself: Get some water, put it in a bucket, and then drop in some red sandstone. It dissolves.

A colossal blunder. If ever there was a place NOT to build a Dam, San Francisquito Canyon was it. Beavers build better dams than Mulholland did Saint Francis. Perhaps he should be credited the record for the largest land generated Tsunami!

Mulholland will forever remain an example of a stubborn old guy who walked into every wall he saw. When people, usually old people, say: "You know? They just don't build 'um like they use to." my mind produces a cornucopia of pictorial images of mankind's marvelous triumphs of craftsmanship over design: The Spruce-Goose, monosodium glutamate, Dow Chemical's vanity breast implant, but forever foremost, William Mulholland's St. Francis Dam.

The "actual" body count lay somewhere around 400. Revised estimates today have that count exceeding 10,000. When Saint Francis Dam broke, a wall of water cascaded down San Francisquito Canyon into Santa Clarita, then across the Santa Clara River Valley past Fillmore to Ventura, before spilling into the Pacific Ocean. The high water mark is still visible today. The geographical landscape of the Santa Clarita and the Santa Clara River Valley was forever altered. Appropriately, the road that is namesake to this man indeed fits quite well: Indicative of an endless lifetime of early and late apex blind curves, meanders, and steep canyon cliffs where brave drivers drive, long after his death Mulholland still exacts a toll in human life - by A.S. Joseph


Report on St. Francis Dam Flood.
For The Newhall Land & Farming Company.
By A.M. and GEO. A. NEWHALL JR.
March 24, 1928. 


Report on
ST. FRANCIS DAM FLOOD
for
THE NEWHALL LAND AND FARMING COMPANY
made by
A.M. and Geo. A. Newhall, Jr.
 

San Francisco
March 24th, 1928.

Mr. Geo. A. Newhall, President
The Newhall Land and Farming Company. 

Dear Sir: 

Pursuant to your instructions, Mr. Geo. A. Newhall, Jr. and the writer went to the San Francisco Ranch over last week-end to make a personal survey of the damage caused and the conditions now existing on this Ranch as a result of the flood following the breaking of the St. Francis dam at the head of the San Francisquito Canyon on or about 11:30 P.M. Monday, March 12th, 1928. 

Leaving on the "Owl", we reached Saugus at 9:45 Sunday morning, about two hours late, and were met by Mr. H. Clay Needham who had obtained for us the necessary passes. Mr. Needham took us to the Middle Ranch House, thence he carried us in his machine over the steep and narrow road by way of Potrero and Salt Creek Mesa Field. From the latter point we had to walk about three-quarters of a mile to the upper end of the Orchard where the irrigation pumping plant was formerly located and where we were met by automobile and taken to Mr. Chesebrough's home. The afternoon was spent viewing the damage at the lower (western) end of the Ranch, and on Monday morning we were met by Assistant General Manager E.W. Newhall, Jr. who took us for a general survey of the Middle Ranch district. In the latter part of the afternoon we visited the Dam itself, following which we returned home on Monday night's "Owl". 

It is not the purpose of this report to go into the conditions which caused the break in the St. Francis Dam because that is a matter that can be much more satisfactorily determined by the engineers of national repute who are being invited to form the investigating board, but it is sufficient to say that it broke, killing an unknown number of innocent persons, probably almost five hundred, and destroying an immense amount of property the value of which undoubtedly will exceed $25,000,000.

THE ST. FRANCIS DAM

Completed about two years ago by the City of Los Angeles for the storage of an emergency water supply contained, so we are given to understand, 38,000 acre feet of water at the time the disaster occurred. In other words, sufficient to cover 38,000 acres or approximately 60 square miles with water one foot deep. To picture this amount of water, think of a river or body of water: 10 feet deep, 1 mile wide and 6 miles long; or 20 feet deep, ½ mile wide, and 6 miles long. Apparently this tremendous volume was almost instantaneously released into a canyon which for the first 3 or 4 miles was probably 200 to 300 feet wide and by the time it has reached our property line had only widened out to about 2500 feet. 

Fro the sake of clarity it would seem best that we make our report following the mad career of the waters as they rushed down through the Ranch, rather than to describe the condition of the fields in the order we first saw them. So as to assist in visualizing the course which the flood took, we are including in our report a photostatic copy of the government section which we are attaching to the last divider sheet so that it can be conveniently folded out for ready reference while reading the report. The location of the Dam is shown outlined in red and our Ranch property, except for a small portion in the high foothills to the south, outlined in yellow. On this in blue appears the flooded and destroyed area, while the green indicates the farming or orchard land both undamaged or not permanently injured, although it may require from $20 to $50 per care to remove the debris and waste from a considerable portion of it. 

In order that you may better understand the photographs we took of the broken Dam as it appears today, we are attaching hereto as a frontispiece a photograph of the completed Dam as it appeared before the flood, and on Plate I as photograph No. 1, the Dam after the accident from below, as No. 2, the Dam after the accident from the inside, and on Plate II, No. 3, the interior of the Dam site after the water had run out. Photographs No. 4 and 5 show the big blocks of concrete larger in size than a small house which were carried down stream from the west wing of the broken Dam some 500 to 1000 feet. Unfortunately in the taking of the latter, we forgot to roll the film forward so that the roof of a house appears in the background, but the immense blocks of concrete still visible in this double exposure are circled in ink, the largest block to which the arrow points being the same one which is shown in the center of photograph No. 4. When the Dam broke and this tremendous body of water was released, it rushed madly down San Francisquito Canyon a distance of approximately six miles to the northern line of our Ranch, carrying death and destruction in its wake, the local reports given us being that only three people who were in the Canyon below the Dam at the time of the accident escaped alive. 

 SAN FRANCISQUITO FIELDS NOS. 1 and 2

The continuation of San Francisquito Canyon from our northern ranch line to where it opens out into the main valley of the Santa Clara River is called San Francisquito Fields Nos. 1 and 2 comprising some 350 acres of farming land, and as the flood bore on through these fields it took with it all the soil throughout the valley, leaving in its stead a broad wash filled with sand, gravel and debris. On the map you will notice that the only parts left of these fields are certain little farmed valleys lying to the east and west of these fields colored in green, now on account of their very limited area absolutely worthless from a farming standpoint. Photograph No. 6, Plate III, is a panorama taken from above at a point on the Dry Canyon road1 and shows the sandy expanse of waste left — the very heart of the farming land in San Francisquito Field No. 2. 

SANTA CLARA FIELD

Directly south of the San Francisquito Canyon is the large farming area of some 200 acres known as Santa Clara Field, and the force of the oncoming flood was such that the water rushed across this field of growing alfalfa directly towards the yellow dagger shaped spot which represents the property formerly sold to the Southern California Edison Company, the northern edge of which is used as their transformer station at which such havoc took place. Attached to Plate III as photograph No. 7 is a panoramic view taken at a point about 1000 feet directly south of the point of the promontory that defines the southeastern boundary of San Francisquito Canyon, and if you will study this view carefully commencing at the right-hand you will first note the very deep gullies, in one of which Messrs. E.W. and Geo. A. Newhall, Jr. are standing. Then continuing around from the north to northwest you will note the wide wash up San Francisquito Canyon; thence to northwest, west northwest and west you will observe the absolute destruction of this field by the flood waters. While it is impossible to ascertain until borings are taken whether of not the tillable soil in the center of this field is wiped out, in all probability it will be found later on that gullies, similar to those shown at the right-hand side of the panorama were first washed out, after which the subsiding water left throughout the greater part of our farming land that was destroyed a covering of worthless alkali, sand and gravel. 

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA EDISON TRANSFORMER STATION

In the blue stream on the map indicating the flooded area you will note a round red spot near the southeastern corner which shows the location of Round Mountain, the high jut of land just north of the railroad and highway from Saugus to Castaic, which rocky hill caused the flood waters after crossing the Santa Clara Field to strike with extra force the railroad and highway bridges and the transformer station of the Edison Company. At the transformer station2, most of which is placed on land from 3 to 10 feet above the level of the highway, everything except two galvanized iron buildings in which the large transformers were housed was carried away, and on these the water marks show that the water reached a depth there of approximately 9 feet, or from the bottom of the old river bed say about 33 feet. Even the steel towers carrying the high powered cables were torn from their foundations and carried down the river for miles, a mass of twisted steel and iron, and the steel railroad bridge, about 150 feet long I should judge, was torn from its foundations, carried down the river about 1000 feet and deposited against the south bluff, a mass of tangled structural steel. A photograph of this destroyed bridge is attached as No. 8 to Plate IV. Another evidence of the terrific force of the flood is shown by the total destruction of a reinforced concrete building just north of the railroad opposite the present transformer station of the Edison Company which was built by them when they first put in the station to house the transformers which were subsequently moved across the road, the concrete building since having been used by us as a warehouse. All that remains of this building now are a lot of broken slabs of concrete about a yard square lying on the old concrete floor, the galvanized iron roof and the rest of the superstructure having been washed away together with al the wooden cottages that formerly housed the Edison Company employees.

MIDDLE RANCH FARMING LANDS

The heaviest destruction of farming lands — mostly old stands of alfalfa — is the group of fields3 known as Rye Field, containing approximately 400 acres, Reservoir Field, 100 acres, Triangle Field, 100 acres, Fishpond Field, 125 acres, Warehouse Field, 100 acres, Sycamore Field, 75 acres, Grapevine Field, 200 acres, all of which with the exception of some very narrow northerly portions of the Rye, Reservoir, Warehouse and Grapevine Fields were totally destroyed. Photograph No. 9, Plate IV, shows the desolation wrought at the northern end of the Middle Ranch Bluff which was formerly covered with cottonwood and willow trees but is now practically bare, and in the foreground can be seen all that now remains of the modern steel Highway bridge that formerly crossed the Santa Clara River almost directly west of Round Mountain. Following the course of the water, the stream that divided crossing the Santa Clara Field to the Southern California Edison Transformer Station, turned west to the south of Round Mountain, meeting the other part of the divided stream which followed the ordinary course of the San Francisquito Creek north of Round Mountain piled up with unusual force at Castaic, the junction of the Los Angeles, Santa Barbara and the Bakersfield-Ridge Route Highways. 

CASTAIC4

Photograph No. 10 on Plate IV shows the place where at the triangular meeting of the roads the gasoline station operated by McIntyre and his son was located, of whom the father and one of the boys were lost. In the same vicinity you will recall there was the railroad warehouse, the section gang house, and a large auto camp at which it was reported there were some eight cars whose occupants were undoubtedly lost in the flood, and several other buildings. If you will look at No. 10 you will see at the present time that the highways are about 3 or 4 feet below the level of the present covering of sand, gravel, muck and debris, and there is not a vestige of any building whatsoever in that country except the concrete platform of the old section house. In the photograph you will notice several old telegraph poles bent over or broken off, but those with the lines on them have just been put in, on one or two of them the men being up the poles working at the time the pictures were taken, and at the extreme left of the photograph can be seen the hopper of a portable clam shell dredge which is digging out the highway similar to the way in which it dug out the highway directly in front of the point from which the picture was taken.

CASTAIC CREEK

Following down the valley to the west about a quarter of a mile from Castaic, we next come to a point where the S.P. railroad tracks are literally turned upside down. Photograph No. 11 is taken from the south side of the track looking northeast, and at its right-hand side you will notice that the track is set right side up. In the center is where the actual turn was made and in the left-hand you will see the ties on top of the rails. Thus the overturned tracks continued for a matter of about a quarter to a half mile. Photograph No. 12 shows all that remains of the highway and railroad bridges over Castaic Valley Creek, the piles on the latter being twisted off as though a giant had broken them in the same manner that a small boy minus a pocket knife would break a twig off a tree. Continuing along the blue stream of the flood, we now find ourselves almost to the Los Angeles Ventura County Line, or to the field which is known as

COUNTY LINE FIELD

This field, although flooded deeply as will be hereafter described in connection with the loss of life at the Southern California Edison Construction Camp, suffered comparatively little damage. There is, however, a considerable amount of debris deposited on it but we do not believe that the present crop other than in the part of it that is now being used for the new Construction Camp will be materially damaged. All of this field south of the railroad track, however, was very badly damaged with the exception of[:] 

PECAN ORCHARD NO. 2

This Orchard is located in the eastern tip of the County Line Field south of the railroad tract [sic] and Photograph No. 13 shows its condition as it now appears. The land is quite badly washed but most of the trees which at this season of the year have not yet put out their leaves are standing. Directly south of the track in the right foreground you will notice a long black object which is part of the Castaic Valley Creek trestle of the Southern Pacific planted there by the flood, a distance of something like 3½ miles from where it originally stood. The cost of reconditioning this Orchard and removing the debris will probably be in excess of $25 an acre, excluding the loss for trees killed or washed out and also the reconstruction of a new pumping plant to supply irrigation water. 

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA EDISON CONSTRUCTION CAMP

Just west of the Los Angeles-Ventura County Line is the S.P. siding known as "Kemp", and the land immediately south of this we had rented to the Southern California Edison Construction Camp for a crew of some 150 to 200 men who were putting in new power lines. This Camp, as shown on the map by an arrow, was located close to the railroad track and just east of the curve where the railroad runs into a cut in the high promontory which we designate as "Blue Cut", and from our observations it seem [sic] to us that the terrific loss of life and damage caused to this Construction Camp was due to the backwash of the water when it struck the Blue Cut Promontory and was diverted first north and then southwards back across the track into the body of the stream again. This can easily be explained by the narrowing down of the stream again and one of the witnesses told us that the water when the flood first struck them must have been at least 20 feet deep, in fact the water marks on a remaining telegraph pole there seem to bear out his statement. Photograph No. 14, Plate V, is taken from the south bank of the river and shows the present Construction Camp north of the railroad track, but this gives a pretty accurate idea of what the washed out Camp must have looked like, on the south side of the track, however. Panorama No. 15 shows the site of the old Construction Camp looking westward toward Blue Cut, and Nos. 16, 17, and 18 give some slight indication of the terrific force with which this backwash of the flood waters engulfed the men, showing respectively a freight car torn from its trucks and tipped over, a group of reels of copper cable, weighing approximately 26,000 lbs. each moved from alongside of the railroad track out into the middle of the field, 500 feet or more, and a close-up photograph of a few of the wrecked automobiles that belonged to the old construction gang. In panorama No. 15 you will notice these automobiles scattered all over the entire field and at the left a stream crane being used to right some of them. An interesting point is that while the automobile bodies, machinery and tops were very seriously damaged, we did not see a single instance where one of the tires was broken.

Life in the........lane

 Another day and another week. So boring!

I had a fall yesterday, not a Fall as you would imagine, but more of a roll. I felt myelf losing my balance and tried to keep away from the fire place hearth as I was falling. That move turned into a roll onto the carpet and luckily there was a chair nearby for me to use while I tried to stand up again. I quickly realized that standing was not a good move and seated myself on a comfortable and reliable chair.

My PT guy showed up about an hour later and he decided that we should go for walk.Why not? I decided to go for it and put my shoes on. If I fell down, it was on him! But it worked out well and I made it for a block and a half x two.

I will be seeing the nurse this afternoon and she will flush and change my catheter. Too much information? How do you think I feel about it since I'm the one that suffers, not you.

I did my exercises this morning, but not all of them. I did the ones that I considered to be the most helpful. 

Last night as I tried to sit down in my 'easy chair, I found myself being tossed one way and then another, Where did that come from? I had lost my balance while seated! I have been very nervous ever since that episode.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Thursday, May 18, 2023

Memories are made of this...

I have so many things to remember...and that statement made me remember the book Until The End of Time, where the author points out the fact that humans are simply a bag of Particles. But not all Particles are created equal, and so we have Particles in our brains, Particles in our feet and etc. 

My thinking Particles are always working, I rarely get a break, even when sleeping, my thinking Particles are busy with dreams. 

Of the Particles that make up the moist, gray and crenellated surface and depths of my brain, I have a large portion of the Particles devoted to memories, also known as History.  

At the time of the Big Bang, million upon billions of years ago, and in the first few seconds of the beginning of Time an uncountable number of Particles were sprayed out into the void. The majority of them were hydrogen Particles and from that, stars were created. The hydrogen particles would begin to merge and with all of that movement, the heat grew. Eventually that heat became so high that the hydrogen fused and ignited; a star was born, fueled by hydrogen. Millions of years later, some of the stars had grown quite large but unable to continue as their fusion furnaces shut down. The stars would collapse and become a White Dwarf, while spraying clouds of Particles into Space. More hydrogen Particles but also other Particles. 

Space is not empty. It is filled with things we cannot see, such as Dark Energy, Particles from uncountable universes, gases, while science keeps looking for more.  

What was that?

 When the Money Tree Casino was close to being complete, I took the time to watch a new crane being assembled across the street, in front of the Sahara Reno Hotel & Casino.

The boom and the jib were laid out on the ground while the Iron worker's bolted them together. That same day, we heard that the crane was going to be in the air in just a minute or two. We had to see this. The crane was around 300' and the Jib was close to 30' long. 

Ordinarily, a second and smaller crane was needed to help lift the boom off the street. But the operator said he didn't need any help; the crane had enough power to do it. The operator then had the big diesel engine thundering as he pulled the lever to raise the boom and up it came. Everyone was impressed and then it was time to knock off for the day. We would be back in the morning.

Morning came but there was nothing new to see. I still had a small crew, so I gave them the instructions for a project in the basement. Later that morning I went down to see how they were doing. There were no problems so I was walking up the stairs to the first floor, and just as I reached the last step, I heard a tremendous noise and the pedestrian safety walkway blew apart in front of me and in the hole that was left, I could see loops of heavy cable slowly swaying. 

I pushed a piece of plywood aside and came out onto the sidewalk. Looking up I saw the boom laying on the roof of the motel next door and the end of the boom was over on Virginia St. I later learned that the Block and the Headache Ball had come through the roof and were laying on the floor of the Womens restroom. Luckily, no one was there and no one was hurt at the motel.

I looked over to where the crane should have been. It had been dragged more than half way across the street, snapping off a few 'outriggers' as it traveled sideways. Luck was in play again as the right hand lane had been blocked to traffic and no one was in the left lane. The cab of the crane was empty and we learned later that the operator had fled the scene. Why did the crane fall? There had been some stiff winds that morning and the operator tried turning the near vertical boom without lowering it so the wind would be blocked.

It took some time and another (small) crane to remove the wreckage. Now it was time for lawyers and insurance companies to sort out the remaining mess left behind.

I have been looking for some photos of the accident with 0 results. That was frustrating but normal, the age of the cell phone was still in the future. 



 


Tuesday, May 16, 2023

Casinos everywhere #1

 I spent a good portion of my career working in Reno. When I started working in Reno, after 13 years of working in the Greater Los Angeles area, I was hired almost immediately by Oahu Interiors, a drywall company from Honolulu. They were doing the framing and drywall on the new MGM Grand Hotel & Casino. Part of their crew was made up of Hawaiin's and they were not happy workers. They didn't like the desert that surrounded the city, it was not at all like Honolulu. I had been hired to do layout work, measuring, and putting chalk lines on the floor to designate where walls would be built. After a few months of this, I heard the rumour that Oahu was getting out of their contract and moving back home. 

I thought about my future and wondered about my next move. I was a member of the Carpenters Union so I decided to check in with them. That worked out well as their Business Agent already knew of me. The Local Union in Los Angeles had called them and told the Reno Local some good things about me. That was probably because I had been an Instructor in the Apprenticeship classes. 

With a smile, I was told that he had a job for me and it was with C. Solari & Son's and I would work at the MGM, in the Casino portion of the project. I didn't even lose a days pay and then I was working at the Theater portion of the Casino. I didn't stay there for long as the Sup't for Solari wanted to meet me and send me to a different job. We talked and he introduced me to Carl and told us that we would be working together. He sent us to a much smaller job, one that we could finish in 2 days. 

That was normal for the two of us. We worked small jobs all over the Washoe Valley and between us we managed to do them even faster than they had estimated. Carl rarely spoke while we worked and that was what I liked. Peace and quiet so that my brain could relax. After some time had passed I was told that I was needed at a new Casino Hotel, The Comstock. I showed up there the next day and was told that we were going to drop #9 hanger wire for the framing of the ceilings of the floor below. The problem with this was the Foreman didn't know how to read a reflected ceiling plan. We all stood around while he looked at those drawings. Finally, he said "Can anyone figure out these plans?" I raised my hand. Soon I was doing the layout for the walls on each floor as well as designating where to drop wires. 

I had pomised myself that once we moved from L.A, I was not going to be "the guy in charge" as I had spent too many years doing just that. Yet, here I was, doing exactly what I promised not to do. That didn't last, as Solari's sup't had heard that I had some talent. Once again I was in his office, and he asked me if I could weld. Of course, I could, so he sent me up to the Panel factory and I was put to work welding studs and track together. The factory was a WWll relic and it had been taken apart at Stead Air Force base and moved to this spot, on the outskirts of Reno. It was huge! It had been a hangar at one time. But it did not have an AC or heater. In the winter, we closed the big door and brought in a propane space heater plus some fans to blow the heat towards us. It did not work. The hanger had a 30 foot ceiling and that was where the heat was going. Pretty soon we were wearing our heaviest clothes and gloves. We had to wear a welding hood and that shut out any possible hats upon our heads.

It was some of these conditions that contributed to my C.O.P.D. Our welding hoods collected the smoke from burning the paint on the studs as we put these panels together and we also burned trash and wood in a large barrel that we kept close by. At the end of the day, I could taste the odor of the smoke.

Finally, after a month or more, I was told that the new casino, The Money Tree, would have panels to make up the outer walls and I would have to do the measuring for the construction of the panels. That sounded better than inhaling smoke all day, so I grabbed some paper and a tape measure and drove downtown to look at the job and take some measurements.

At this time, there were Casino jobs everywhere as the owners and the city had decided that they should all finish and open on the same day. Solari had the contracts on all of them and we told our crews that instead of going home at the end of the day, they should check in with the foreman at any of those jobs and they could get another 8 hours of work plus pay. A few times I caught sight of one of my crew sleeping on the the floor of another casino.

Sunday, May 14, 2023

Life as it is happening...now.

I am writing when I should be exercising. I will do that in just a minute, but first some writing will be done. I am changing my exercises and spending more time on my lower body strength. I have had 2 days in a row where I have felt very 'unbalanced', I was cerain that I was about to fall. In the morning hours and on to about 2 PM, I don't feel that way at all. I am going to try this new exercise routine for a week and see if that helps.

And while I was strong and balanced this morning, I took a shower. Man! That really felt good".

Speaking of something or something else. I have been reading these 3 books, The Incredible Universe, Till The End of Time and The Hidden Reality, all by Brian Greene. I first read The Incredible Universe about 15 years ago and have always had it on my Kindle. Then I started reading the others and it was interesting to see how Brian Greene's knowlege of the Universe and all that happens there, has increased. In Till The End of Time, he even talks about the story "Gilgamesh", a story that was published sometime in the years in 300 BC. Written by a Mesopotamian and written in cuneiform on clay tablets. I have only skimmed the begining of The Hidden Reality and I'm looking forward to that one, as the jacket promises to reveal facts or theory about Parallel Universes and Deep Laws of the Cosmos. 

Back to Gilgamesh, It was written in the 125% of the last years after humans came out of Africa. And there were 2 million years of humans coming out of Africa. And they became all of humanity, from Inuit to Samoan, Icelanders to Aboriginals. As these ancient ancestors made their way into Europe and Asia, they more than likely had developed a rudimentary language, but they didn't have 'Stories' yet. Speech and the ability to tell stories were the keys to their advancement. 

Parallel Universes was a brief part of the book The Incredible Universe. Now the focus seems to be on the Calabi-Yau shapes, and their part in a parallel universe. If you read about the 'Big Bang' theory, then Calabi-Yau could easily be imagined to be true. So many incredible things happened in the first few seconds after the Bang. Our universe is still expanding and doesn't appear to be slowing down. In those first seconds a hydrogen molecule was very near another one and they fused. Now they had some gravity and more hydrogen molecules joined. Eventually a great ball of Hydrogen molecules developed. And because of the rapid movement of those molecules, things began to heat up...at a certain point and temperature fusion began and once that happened a star showed up in the heavens. That was happening all over the universe and it continues today. (My explanations are sorely lacking in detail,and could even be wrong, after all I am 82)

In other news, Autism till guides my actions and reactions. At least 14 years ago I read Dr. Attwoods book and it was a lengthy one. But he stated, in the last part of the book, that if the reader had read the complete book and perhaps taken a test, which I had done, then the reader is qualified to self diagnose and I did. I am autistic, so what? (It's my magic power!)


Saturday, May 13, 2023

Not much going on today...

 My our son and daughter in-law are heading back to their home in Idaho. At least we were able to spend close to 2 days with them. Idaho is a long way away from here and I don't know when we will see them again. They have a brand new house in Idaho and I will never see it. With COPD, I can't cross the Sierra's or the Wasatch and Rockies without supplemental oxygen. 

 Yesterday I wrote about some earthquakes but I forgot to mention the most powerful of all (within my knowledge) which was the New Madrid quake in Missouri in 1811 & 1806. The quake changed the path of the Mississipi. It destroyed log cabins across the praire and a tribe of Indians were drowned and the village destroyed. "The 1811–1812 New Madrid earthquakes (/ĖˆmƦdrÉŖd/) were a series of intense intraplate earthquakes beginning with and initial earthquake of moment magnitude 7.2–8.2 on December 16, 1811, followed by a moment magnitude 7.4 aftershock on the same day. Two additional earthquakes of similar magnitude followed in January and February 1812. They remain the most powerful earthquakes to hit the contiguous United States east of the Rocky Mountains in recorded history.[10][11][12] The earthquakes, as well as the seismic zone of their occurrence, were named for the Mississippi River town of New Madrid, then part of the Louisiana Territory and now within the U.S. state of Missouri."

Some eyewitness reports can be found on Wikipedia and they are very interesting.

I had a chance to take a walk with my son; I used my walker while my son strolled. I can feel my COPD advancing every day and right now my sense of balance is fragile...while our family was here, we ordered dinner last night, from a great Chinese restaurant. of course we have left-overs. I had asked for pan fried noodles and I hope there are enough left over for dinner tonight.

We just heard from our grandson and he will be over in about an hour. No one told him to visit us; he just decided he wanted to see us. He, and his sister, twins, are our youngest granchilden at 20 years old. Of course I have hundreds upon hundreds of photos of the two of them. For years, they came to our house in Orland so that we could take them to swimming lessons. After the lessons in the cold municipal pool, they were to get into the warm water of our own pool. They were water safe in just a few years of lessons.  The outside temp is up to 93 degrees, inside it is 79 degrees. Time for me to get back to photo culling and editing so that our children don't think we are doo-efs (sp)

 





Friday, May 12, 2023

Hey, what's shaking baby...

 Well it's the earth that's shaking. We have had a series of earthquakes, yesterday and last night that were 5.0 and better. The epicenter for most was Canyon Dam at the east end of Lake Almanor CA.      My oldest daughter lives in the town of Chester which is adjacent to the lake, and Yes she felt it. She had been shopping and as she was at the checkout stand, things started shaking and she could hear items falling off the shelves and breaking. Luckily, she got her groceries out before they had to close the store and do a major cleanup.

What surprised me was the fact that I had been thinking about posting some stories about earthquakes. To me it seemed to have been a long time since the last one and the one I remember distinctly was the one that destroyed the double decked freeway in Oakland, That was the 1989 Loma Prieta Quake and and we did not feel that one. Growing up in Southern California, I had experienced a lot of quakes and I had become somewhat bored with them. One occured at a jobsite in Marine Del Rey right about 6:30 AM and I was walking towards the lunch wagon to grab a coffee. I didn't feel it, but I was walking througth an area that had a lot structural steel shapes, stepping on one and then another. When I got to the coffee truck, everyone was talking about the quake. My short cut through the scattered structural steel had prevented me from feeling the quake.

I didn't feel the one that was centered in the Bakersfield area. I was probably 8 years old at the time but I was worried for my Grandpa as that was where he lived.

There were at least half a dozen more but none came close to the Loma Prieta quake. The big one in the 60's was the Sylmar quake. The damage it caused forced the State to write new construction codes. Then there was one where I could hear all of our framing rattling. It was an office tower and we had a lot of steel stud walls and they didn't have any drywall screwed on to them. The studs were simply standing in place, with just one screw, top and bottom so they were free to move as the quake directed. Bang, bang, bang, bang 

We moved to the city of Orland, where we had a 5 acre orchard. We also had an inground swimming pool and one I looked out to the pool, where I saw the water moving from north to south and then back again, four or five times before it slowed.

I'm sure that there are going to be even, we seem to be overdue for A Big One!

 



Wednesday, May 10, 2023

Coming up in the world

 It's really not a tall tale, but back in the 60's I helped to build a wall that was over 120' tall. It was built inside the 'Shake Test' lab at Space Technology Laboratories, located in Manhattan Beach.

We were going to build 2 walls. We would frame a second wall about 2' away and paralel with the 120' wall, so that no one could drill a hole in the one wall and look into the Shake Test lab. Supposedly, the lab would 'shake' a rocket that was suspended from the roof structure while the shaking was done. We never got a clear answer as to what was going to happen there. I did know that there was a very deep hole in the ground on the Lab side of the wall. I presumed that the hole was there to contain the bottom end of any rocket that was too tall for the lab. 

My mentor, friend and foreman told me that I didn't have to work on that wall as he knew of my strong dislike for high places. I thought about that conversation for a few days and then decided I was going to conquer that fear. The next day I told Alex that I wanted to work on the wall. And so it started. 

We were using a Sky Climber which was a narrow plywood plank atop an aluminum framework. It was about 20' long and there was a hoisting motor at each end. The motor grasped (very firmly) a steel cable. We had safety belts with rope brakes that encircled a lengthy and strong safety rope. The safety rope and the steel cable for the lifting motors were attached to the roof structure. We would have to move those attachments 4 times as the 20' plank was not long enough for the 100'-foot length of wall we were building.

We had to start up in the attic space. The sheet metal workers had put about 1/2 an acre of planks and plywood between the large roof trusses and that is where they fabricated the ductwork that was being used on the project. They even had an electric Manlift to get up to their worksite. 

A little while later we had safely attached the cable and rope and took the Manlift down to the ground. In the meantime, our crew had moved the Sky Climber into position and had attached the electrical cables to our motors. All we needed to do was power the motors up and give them a try. We soon learned that both motors had to operate at the same time, if not, one end of our plank would rise higher than the other end. It was close to the end of the day, so we decided to start the next day.

The next morning, my partner and I put our safety belts on and attached the rope brakes. Our wall was going to rest on a structural steel frame with 10' long studs between the supports and we would start by using powder actuated fasteners to secure the top and bottom stud track.  We powered up the Climber and went to 20' to start the framing process. That was when I got my first taste of the sway that came with the climber. The swaying would lessen as we climbed and by the time, we were at 60', the angle of the cable kept us pressed against the wall. We had planned on framing 20' of wall at a time before going up to the attic space and moving our Climber gear foward another 20'.

By the end of the week we had framed the the first section the wall, 20' by 100'. Next week we would be going towards the 40' mark. The week went by fast enough as we were eager to have it behind us. The chore of sliding the rope brake along with us everytime we went up or down was wearing on us. That and making sure the power cord was not snagged. 

I had felt a pain in both feet that lasted all week. What was the reason for that? I soon figured it out, I was digging my toes into soles of of my boot, trying hard to grasp that plank beneath me. I had to laugh about it but it persisted until we finished the wall.

Now we went to the 60' level, we were going to be half way towards our goal. That week my partner was absent for a few days and so we asked for volunteers. We soon had the volunteer and I briefed him on what we had to do. Up we went and close to the 60' level my new partner stopped his motor and said, "I'm not going any higher. There are birds flying underneath us!" This was true and we had seen it before, as the outside panels of the building were still incomplete, allowing the birds easy access. I couldn't talk him into going any higher so we dropped down to the floor and we found someone else do the job.

The week went by with few problems and then it was time to move the Climber forward again to move us to the next 20' and now go to 80'. It turned out that 80' was way out of my comfort zone and my foot pain increased. We also found that it was much quiter at this height. There were a lot of other trades working in the building and the noise level rose as our Climber descended to gather more material and take a break. When we were up, we could see all the work being done and the workers seemed to be smaller. One day, we spotted a large piece of flat sheet metal slip between the planks up in the attic. The sheet didn't drop suddenly, it caught the air and slid one way and then back again, but always dropping slowly. As we watched we could see it heading toward a carpenter that was busy cutting up some plywood. We yelled as loud as we could, but the only ones that could see what was happening were too high for their warnings to be heard through all the noise at ground level. Then the sheet made its final slide and hit the carpenter at knee level. It must have been a soft bump, as he simply turned around and looked at the sheet laying on the ground before returning to his saw. He had no idea of how close he had come to death or injury.  

I did have one moment of sheer terror while working on the wall and that was when I accidentaly tangled my safety rope around the controller for the Climber motor, and as I started to walk to the other end of the Climber, the motor engaged and one end, my end, of the Climber began to sink. I yelled at my partner to "stop climbing" not realizing that I was the one at fault. He was just as confused as I was until he looked down toward me and saw the tangled rope. The plank was at such an angle that I slid all of the way down to my end and only the safety rail kept me in  I finally got the message and reversed direction. Meanwhile, I had the shakes from my misadventure and it took a few minutes for my heart to slow down.

I remember that it took close to a month to finish the framing of the wall. Then we stayed away from it until the electrician's finished their work on the wall. Then, a week later it was time to put the drywall on those studs. First, we had to add a pulley so that the drywall could be hoisted up to us as we climbed higher and higher. But instead of a pulley system which would have been slow, we decided to use a 'well wheel' system as it would be faster, though not an easy pull. We found a crew member who willingly took on the challenge of pulling the 90# sheets of drywall up to us. 

I didn't stay on the job long enough to see the wall finished as we had to start another project. Now, 50+ years later, I would be surprised if the building itself is still there. But the memories are still with me. And I had found a way to work at heights. I was still cautious but not fearful as my career took me to many tall buildings. 

Next, I think I will write about the Circus Circus Hotel & Casino in Reno. It was another 'tall' story...