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The Mystery Bet

In September of 1943, at the tender age of 18, my dad was drafted. At that point, my Grandmother, Dossie, started a Scrap Book.  She wrote about what was happening and gathered telegrams, letters, newspaper clippings—all sorts of information. Dossie was not exactly ‘organized’.  She was a dynamic, wonderful whirlwind of a woman, who had a quirky nature.  Often the description on the back of a family photo read something like “all of us“—which was true, but not necessarily helpful.

Even the book’s history is intriguing.  Apparently the book and all the accompanying bits of paper, photos, and such were in a cardboard box.  Early in my parents marriage, my mother started to throw out the box.  To ‘make up’ for this egregious error, she took the whole mess to be ‘laminated’.  That’s good news and bad news.  The laminator paid little attention to chronology and backs of pages.  I’ve tried several times to ‘fix’ it, and it’s determined to stay a bit chaotic… but then it is about the most chaotic thing to ever happen to my dad and his family.

He ended up in the Army Air Corps, serving as a tail gunner on a B17.  On December 7, 1944 his plane was shot down after a bombing run over Germany.  Parachuting out, he was eventually turned over by Hitler Youth who found him hiding in an elderly woman’s basement.  He ended up in the Stalag Luft 1 POW camp in Northern Germany.  The camp was liberated on May 1, 1945.  My dad weighed 110 lbs.

I’m just giving you the basics.  There are many stories to tell about his time in the war, and also about how it was for my family back home.  What I really wanted to write about today is this fascinating tidbit I recently found in the book.  And guess what?  It’s about money!

On May 20, 1945 my dad wrote a letter home.  It was his first letter since being liberated, and most of it was a recap starting with his being shot down.  I think the reason for the rehash is that this was the first letter that he was able to write that was only censored by Americans, and not his captors.

At the end of the letter he wrote: Deposit  $100.00 in the Wyoming Loan and Trust for I lost a bet and wrote a check on that bank.  All My Love, AC ‘Slug’ Stone”  My first response to this was to laugh out loud!  It’s so my dad.

Here he is, a young man of 20, who has only been ‘free’ nine days, and he wants to make sure he honors a debt!  Amazing, and yet perfect.

So back in those days you could literally write a check on a cocktail napkin.  Who knows, the one he wrote may have been on one!  He wanted to make sure that his check didn’t bounce.  It’s impressive.

And here’s the check.  It was actually cashed at the bank on July 12, 1945 so it took some time.  It’s a counter check.  Just a blank typed form with the information hand written in.  This is not the original check, it’s the bank making up a check for their records.  The signatures are also not original.

There is also an intriguing piece in the way he made the request.  It was a simple request, with little explanation.  Which tells me (of course I kinda know this about my dad) that him making a bet was not a remarkable thing. Yet this was a large bet.  $100 in 1945 was a major chunk of change.  I did a bit of exploring and discovered that it would be about a $1,395 bet today.  Yipes!

So here’s this 20-year-old kid, who has just been freed from a terrifying experience.  I’m sure there were times he thought he’d never make it out of the camp.  With all that, top of his list is honoring his bet?  I can’t think of a clearer representation of what I mean when I say that Money is Reflective.

And here’s the kicker.  There is no record as to what he bet on. It will forever remain a mystery.  Trust me, if I do end up in some future existence where I get to see him again, one of my first questions will now be:  “What DID you bet on, Dad?”  


Shell Tain, the Untangler

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Processing Emotion

Many of us are finding ourselves flummoxed with what’s going on in our politics.  I’m finding that often trying to grasp and sort through it all just leaves us sputtering, and that’s when we are talking to each other.  It’s even more challenging when we are alone.

What I know is that bewilderment and confusion can turn into grief, fear and anxiety—and yet, despite that, we still need to function on a daily basis.

I have felt this myself and now have a new found respect for what my grandparents and the whole country went through in WWII.

Here’s my dad as he looked when the B17 he was in was shot down near the Swiss border on December 7, 1944.   On December 23rd my grandparents received a telegram saying he was MIA (and presumed dead).  It wasn’t until mid February that they received a letter from a private citizen who had listened to a short wave radio broadcast with a message from my dad saying he was safe and in Stalag Luft 1 prison camp.  By then they’d had a memorial service for him.  When he finally made it home in late 1945, he got to read the condolence cards for his death.  My family in the States, and my dad in the camp, had to manage each day as best they could, without knowing what was going to happen next.

It’s not an easy thing to do.  Frankly the technique that most of my family used to get through it was to “stuff” the feelings as best the could.  (My grandmother did however keep a scrap book of all the details and correspondence. It was definitely a way for her to cope and it’s something I now treasure!)

Trying to stuff emotion is not effective.  We end up with it bubbling out and lingering.  Dealing with negative thoughts and emotions is a process.  Granted, what we are dealing with today is not the same situation—today we don’t have to wait for days to find out what is going on, we are not in the middle of a world war—but things are confusing and emotional.

There is a better way than the “stiff upper lip“or stuffing.

Here’s the technique:

  • You recognize that, for whatever reason, right now is not a good time to process your feelings—you are in the middle of a grocery store, at a business meeting, etc.
  • You then make a date with yourself to actually have your feelings—Saturday at noon, Tuesday at 2:30.
  • On that date and time you do whatever will help you clarify and process the feelings.  Some possibilities include:
    • Writing in a journal
    • Getting physical with a punching bag
    • Having a good, long cry
    • Creating something artistic that represents your concerns
    • In short, create a way to express how you are feeling and express the emotions
  • WARNING:  If for any reason you cannot have the date with yourself at the designated time, reschedule!  Trust me, when we make a commitment of this nature with ourselves and then don’t follow through, there is hell to pay!

This technique works.  It allows you to function and process the emotion without having to compromise either one.  In these fluctuating and unpredictable times it’s good to have ways to take care of ourselves.  Please do take care!


Shell Tain, The Untangler

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