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Tsutomu Yamaguchi

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Survivor of 2 Atomic Bombs Dies at 93

By MARK McDONALD
Published: January 6, 2010

HONG KONG — Tsutomu Yamaguchi , the only official survivor of both atomic blasts to hit Japan in World War II , died Monday in Nagasaki, Japan.

The cause was stomach cancer, his daughter said on Wednesday. He was 93.

Mr. Yamaguchi, as a 29-year-old engineer for Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, was on a business trip in Hiroshima when the United States dropped the first atomic bomb on the morning of Aug. 6, 1945. He was getting off a streetcar when the “Little Boy” device detonated above Hiroshima.

Mr. Yamaguchi said he was less than 2 miles away from ground zero. His eardrums were ruptured and his upper torso was burned by the blast, which destroyed most of the city’s buildings and killed 80,000 people.

Mr. Yamaguchi spent the night in a Hiroshima bomb shelter and returned to his hometown of Nagasaki the following day, according to interviews he gave over the years. The second bomb, known as “Fat Man,” was dropped on Nagasaki on Aug. 9, killing 70,000 people there.

Mr. Yamaguchi was in his Nagasaki office, telling his boss about the Hiroshima blast, when “suddenly the same white light filled the room,” he said in an interview last March with The Independent newspaper.

Rest in Peace.






Picture of Mr. Yamaguchi found here.

A Mother's Stolen Moments

We did it.

After their twelve days of Christmas vacation, the girls are back in school today. Perhaps because I was dreading a morning battle from girls who'd gotten a little too used to staying up late and sleeping in, this morning ended up being one of our easiest ever. As the 9yo pointed out, the ease of the morning was aided by the fact that I got up with the alarm, so that I had some quiet time alone before I had to wake and ring-lead the girls. It is often hard for me to remember, when I'm snuggled in my comforter, that a half hour up in the house alone is worth more to my sanity than another half hour of sleep.

And now, for the first time since three o'clock on the twenty third of December (who's counting?), I have a stolen moment completely alone in my house. Ah.

As a single mother with no family nearby, school vacations often mean a lot of togetherness for our family. Some moments are wonderful, like this little adventure we had in town the other day, and some moments, I'm shocked by my shock at the way two sisters can treat each other.

In our small house, we all need to find the space and time to be alone. It isn't easy. And though the girls can play happily for hours together in their room, we've yet to figure out a way for each of them to have some one on one time with me. It is a gift we all need to figure out how to give each other, a goal for the new year.

My mother made the wooden figure above as a gift for me some years ago (I'm her honky tonk angel). I honestly can't remember whether we had precious one on one mother-daughter moments together when I was growing up. As an adult, I've lived on the opposite coast, and so we only see each other once a year. How lovely it would be to share a stolen mother-daughter moment with her now.

Right now, though, with the house so calm and quiet, I think I'll steal a moment to practice guitar.





Peace.

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mud wrestler pic found here.

Just A Little More Holiday Spirit

It is warm and cozy here in the house.

But, baby, it's cold outside.

It's so cold, in fact, that the bathroom pipes have frozen yet again. I have been turning off the water main and opening the pipes at night, hoping that would keep things from freezing. It has worked until last night. So now I've had the space heater running all day in the hole in the ground. The good news is: the pipes haven't burst yet. The bad news is: the girls really need their Sunday bath before the go back to school tomorrow. I guess I could go buy some water and boil it on the stove for them. I know I could live this way if I hadn't gotten used to living the easy way.


Update: Yay! I just went to check one last time before giving up for today, as the temps continue to drop, and it worked! We have water! Thank you thank you plumbing goddesses. Now to do the dishes and bathe the children.



Peace.

Another in a Series of Self Portraits with Produce

Winter Treasure

This morning's plan was to wake early and go to the dump. Then go to Jake's for breakfast. Instead, we slept late and woke to a blanket of new snow. We decided to skip the dump and walk into town for breakfast. But first, I had a morning dose of internet where I learned that today's date is a palindrome: 01022010 and that our town has a winter farmer's market (but I didn't know where).

When we got into town and rounded the corner, I saw this sign.

We went to breakfast first. Then we came to check out the market. It was fun to see summer's outdoor scene transposed to this winter indoor hall. Familiar faces stood beside familiar treats and treasures. A small band played quietly in a corner. It was good to see old friends Michael and Lynn on my side of the river. In my version of local-lore, they are the farm share pioneers of our valley, having started the food bank farm. Now they are moving on to their next adventure.

We made the circuit, checking out each vendor in the hall. The 9yo fell in love with a piece of sheepskin. The 7yo wanted a bouquet of rosemary. Guess which treasure I was able to buy? I also bought other delicious treasures, and then we took the long shortcut home.








Once we came in from the snow, we enjoyed the fruits of our labors, thanks to the labor of our local farmers: apples, carrots, and big slabs of rosemary bread.








Peace.

Happy New Year!

The girls really wanted to try to stay up until midnight this year. They played happily for most of the evening, then definitely started to run out of steam about 10:30. They decided to have some snacks and put on "A Bug's Life." They got a little too comfy. The 9yo fell asleep. The 7yo's eyes started to close.

It was almost midnight when I found earthcam's live online streaming of the ball in Time Square. The 9yo woke up. We all rallied. We snuggled on the couch. We counted.

10.

9.

8.

7.

6.

5...





...gap in stream...

Happy New Year!

Wishing all of us a bright 2010.

Peace.