The story of Joshua Chamberlain, the 20th Maine, and their heroic stand on Little Round Top is one of the most famous from the battle of Gettysburg.  While entire books have been written on the subject, a basic summary is this.  On the burning hot day of July 2, 1863, the second day of fighting between Lee and Meade at Gettysburg, the slopes outside of town dubbed “the Round Tops” came to the attention of Union General Gouverneur Warren (pictured below).  At that time, he was the Chief Topographical Engineer for the Union Army.  He immediately realized the value of these tree-covered slopes in that they overlooked the entire battlefield.  Whoever possessed them would have the ultimate advantage.  Union troops were rushed to the slopes to keep them out of Confederate hands.

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Welcome back to the Poetry Break and the poem epic that I fell way behind on posting!  I do apologize to those of you who were waiting for the next segment.  I kept getting distracted with new finds and historical places that I was excited to write about, which I suppose is a good thing.  To those of you just tuning in, this is the latest segment of a 21 part poem epic that I wrote a few months back (you may find links to an intro for the series and the previous segments below).  I hope you enjoy this segment about the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941.

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Once upon a boring Saturday, my husband and I retreated to the Echo Mountain hiking trail located in Alta Dena, California.  Like most trails around here, it was a good workout, and the views were staggering.  Then there was the summit, and I didn’t just love it for the view.  I’ve always believed that somehow, the history finds me.  True to form, when I wasn’t even looking for it, I stumbled on some amazing history on that mountain top.  Right there were the remains of a California mechanical marvel known as the “Railway in the Clouds,” or, the Mt. Lowe Railway.

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Do you ever wonder what it’s like to go back in time?  I think about it a lot, as I’m sure many history enthusiasts do.  Over the years, I have accepted that physical time travel might not happen.  But fear not, I have found another way.  Because there are places where the past comes to me.  Ancient ruins, battlefields, preserved monuments – places like these are time portals.  When you go there, all it takes is imagination, and you can move about on the timeline.  One of these time portals is the Tumacacori National Historical Site near Tucson, Arizona.

The history of this place goes way back in time to hundreds of years ago.  Back then, the Santa Cruz Valley was inhabited only by the O’odham Native American tribe.  They lived peaceful lives of hunting, gathering, and farming.  They grew beans, squash, corn, and had their own irrigation system to fuel the crops in the hostile desert climate.  Their homes were made of bent branches covered in mud.  Conflicts with neighboring tribes flared up once in a while, but most gatherings by the O’odham were peaceful and resulted in dancing, feasting, and spiritual rituals to celebrate nature.

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A Tour of the Troubles

In 2016, a life-long dream came true when I visited Northern Ireland.  I had always wanted to see the sprawling green countryside, the charming cities, and the beautiful ocean views.  I was also excited to soak up the history and culture of Belfast.  My travel buddy booked us a cab tour so we could learn it all in the comfort of a nice car.  The next morning, we were picked up by Patrick – our friendly Belfast Tours guide.  As the tour began, I quickly realized this wasn’t a typical tour of historic buildings and local hot spots.  Patrick instead steered us through a series of violent events in Northern Ireland known as “The Troubles.”  The Troubles?  Just when I think I can call myself a history buff, there’s this whole other battle going on.  And believe me, it was a battle.  Since that tour of Belfast, I have struggled to get a grip on the Troubles.  I think anyone who knows about them can agree it’s a complicated subject.  But here are the basics, or at least the basics that I can wrap my head around.

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As promised, here is another portion of the 21-segment poem epic I wrote recently.   The segments are divided into three parts, and this is the second segment of Part I.  Part I covers many different angles and viewpoints of World War II.

I hope you enjoy -and stay tuned for more in the coming weeks!

 

LET ME TELL YOU HOW I DIED

PART I – SEGMENT 2

Stalingrad

It was a daring move, a stroke so bold

We thought the victory would be pure as gold

But it was just one of Hitler’s many lies

When we went into Russia, we got a surprise

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In the year 1861, a man named Wilmer McLean owned a farm in the beautiful countryside of Virginia. It was a charming home that he shared with his family, and the grounds were situated along a bubbling creek called Bull Run. All was well… until the bloodiest war in American history opened right in his front yard. As the first shots opened at Manassas, the armies poured in and McLean’s tranquil home fast descended into chaos. It was taken over as Confederate Headquarters by General P.G.T. Beauregard. Masses of uniformed men hurried about, barked orders, and trampled his parlor apart. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was also in close range of the Union guns. A shell crashed through one of his windows and thudded into the dining room. Luckily, no one was hurt. Still, the whole experience left McLean shaken to the core. Terrified for his family’s safety, he vacated the Bull Run farm. He would take his loved ones into the country– “where the sound of battle would never reach them.” He found what he wanted in the sleepy town of Appomattox. It was two miles from the nearest railroad, had no supplies or armaments factories, and had nothing else to give it any military value. Surely, on the tranquil hillsides there, he had found the perfect safe haven. He moved his family into a lovely manor in the middle of town and started a life free from the guns of war.

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An Intro

When I was in high school, my brain was a fountain of poetry.  I wrote poems about everything.  Things that bothered me, events in the news, things that made me angry, or things that gave me joy.  I had files and files of poems, limericks, haikus… you name it, I probably wrote it.  Then, that well seemed to dry up.  Especially after I graduated college.  I got caught up in the many struggles of a young adult trying to establish herself, and as the years went by, I stopped trying.

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Alright, I’m going to be honest.  I’ve never been the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day.  First of all, it’s just way too close to my birthday.  It also doesn’t help that for many Valentine days, I was single.  I’m sure we can agree there’s few things more annoying than watching everyone celebrate a day for lovers when you don’t have one yourself.  I managed the pain by going to the store the next day, and enjoying the chocolates in the half-off bin that, like myself, were left behind on February 14.  Once I found myself a nice fellow and got married, I still didn’t warm up to Valentine’s Day.  Something about the whole thing just felt off to me.  The over priced flowers, the boxes of chocolate bigger than my head, the aisles and aisles of pink and red cards… I just couldn’t get into it.

Perhaps it was my inner senses tingling that, like most things in history, Valentines Day has a darker history than flowers and cards.  So, recently, I finally dug into it.  As it turns out, I’m not the only one that’s had some bad luck on Valentine’s Day.

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The Seattle Underground

“Well, you have to visit the Underground,” a friend told me over dinner last fall.  It was just before I was due to take off for my first trip to Seattle.  My head raced with questions.  Was there some sort of impressive underground rail system in Seattle?  Was “the Underground” a little-known community within the town?  Some sort of artistic district that I just had to see?

Well, as it turns out, there is an actual underground Seattle.  An entire historic city, located beneath the modern-day one.  As soon as I figured that out, I immediately booked a ticket to tour the caves, tunnels, and corridors of the historic Seattle Underground.

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