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My Grandfather is fourth from the left in the back row.
Wilfred Herbert Sohn (my Grandfather) enlisted in the Army Air Corps in 1939 and was stationed at Nichols Field in the Philippines when war broke out. He was a member of the infamous Bataan Death March. He made his escape back to Mindanao Island only to be recaptured when his plane was shot down at sea. At the time of the cessation of hostilities, his father was notified of his hospitalization at Mukden Manchuria (after four years in prison camp) and was released in 1945.
Sohn was cited for a Silver Star in General Orders 166 issued by General MacArthur on May 1st, 1946, and reads as follows:
Staff Sargeant Wilfred H. Sohn, Air Corps, United States Army. For gallantry in action in the Southwest Pacific Area, on 8 December 1941.
When two flights of twin engined enemy bombers attacked Clark Field, Luzon, Philippine Islands, Sgt. Sohn, Headquarters and Headquarters Squadron, 24th Pursuit Group, and two comrades, took cover in a hangar. One of the soldiers was struck in the back with a fragment. Sgt. Sohn removed the missile. Then, noticing a fire in some mail bags, swiftly extinguished the flames. When bombs from the second hostile flight began to explode, he dashed to a bomb shelter and drew in another comrade who had been hit in the back and legs by flying fragments. While the attack continued in unabated fury, he proceeded to his quarters and obtained sheets which he could bandage the wounds of the stricken soldier, and although he was knocked down by a concussion of a bomb blast, he made his way back to the shelter, where he applied a tourniquet and bandaged the wounds and then carried the wounded man to cover.
Moving to a nearby machine gun pit, he found three wounded men, whom he placed in a staff car with the aid of another comrade. He applied a tourniquet on the wound of one of the casualties, and directed his assistant to close all windows, and then, while an enemy aircraft bombed and machine gunned the vehicle, he drove through a section of the road which was enveloped by flames from burning gasoline. Emerging from the holocaust, the car was again bombed and strafed. Sohn ran across a field, obtained another car, and returned with it, although again subjected to attack by hostile aircraft. The wounded were transferred to the second vehicle, which Sgt. Sohn drove under repeated attack to the post hospital.
There, while the furious assault continued, he assisted in unloading the casualties for treatment. Through his sustained gallantry and concern for the welfare of his comrades with complete disregard for his own safety, Sgt. Sohn upheld the finest traditions of the American Soldier.





Just yesterday, I found my Great Grandma Maria Donaciana’s baptismal record from this very church! She was born in Des Montes, Arroyo Hondo on June 10th 1852. Another Gemini!























Another trip to New Mexico, and in the exact spot where we want to live, north of Taos, in Arroyo Seco, land of hippies, farmers, and vacation rentals galore. Taos Ski Resort is a quick drive from here, not that I have a single plan to ski again. But the detail is important, as it makes real estate a might expensive. We’ve been saving our hearts out and praying even harder for a cash boon, so we’ll just have to see how soon we get there!
Sadly, the pandemic kept us in quarantine from our favorite places, and we spent not one dime in the area, bringing all of our food and necessities. Never fear, the view, each other’s company, and long walks along sleepy roads kept us happy.
Tags: New Mexico

Sunday morning coffee and belly rubs. Our favorite leisurely way to start the day.


Farmer Greg and his final harvest of green onion, lettuce, radish, Italian peppers, and fennel. The fronds are bananas!

Doesn’t it look as though this hawk is wearing a winged cape?

S p o o k y

Our friend Jeff spent a couple of days at our place. There was much game play, of course, feasts of the Southwestern and Middle Eastern variety, and a bit of hiking and walking to burn off our indulgences.



Our sweet nephew Jett and his lovely girlfriend Lilly spent the day. More good food (a German feast, this time), fine conversation, and a little crafting. We made hand balms!

snug as a bug…


S N O W ! ! Quelling the wretched fires blazing around the state, huzzah! It also marked our first shovel of the season this morning, and the requisite photo of the handsome hubster and joyful Juniper out for a frolic.

Whatcha doin’ over there?


