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Joshua Kryah University Press of Colorado ePub

Or we were poor and we did not know we were.

Or we were not poor and we thought we were.

Or we knew we were not poor.

Or just enough we did not deny being poor.

Or others told us we were poor and we believed we were.

Or this is what we told ourselves when we disliked others.

Or it was good to be poor among those who were not poor.

Or we had friends who were poor but did not know they were.

Or the poor were always among us.

Or we wanted nothing to do with the poor even if we were poor.

Or someone somewhere in our family had been poor.

Or it was a story we learned from our older brother who told us we were poor.

Or we told ourselves “at least we’re not poor.”

Or we made up things to make our lives a little less poor.

Always blood and those who give of it so freely.

The hemophiliac, the martyr.

The meatpacking plant at the end of the street.

Piles of ice dumped out back, soaked with the blood of deer, their hind legs broken, stabbed through, hung to drain.

And the children, always the children.

Gathering the ice into small handfuls, licking it as one would a snow cone.

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Ronald C. Wittmann University Press of Colorado ePub

1a.   Plants floating on the water, about 1 cm long, with minute, sessile, 2-lobed leaves arranged on 2 sides of the stems, giving a braided appearance. Salviniaceae, WATERFERN FAMILY

1b.   Plants not as above ................................................... (2)

2a.   Stems jointed, hollow, green (except the fertile stems of Equisetum arvense, which are yellowish brown), the nodes circled by sheaths. Equisetaceae, HORSETAIL FAMILY

2b.   Stems not jointed, seldom green; sheaths absent ........................... (3)

3a.   Aquatic, inhabiting lakeshores or actually submerged in ponds and lakes ....... (4)

3b.   Terrestrial, growing on soil or rocks ..................................... (5)

4a.   Leaves grass-like, their bases swollen, each bearing a pair of sporangia, the whole forming an onion-like bulb; plants submerged in shallow water of mountain lakes and ponds for the greater part of the growing season. Isoëtaceae, QUILLWORT FAMILY

4b.   Leaves with distinct petioles and blades, the blades 4-parted, resembling a four-leaf clover; spores borne at the base of the plant in round, nut-like “sporocarps”; borders of ponds and sandy streamsides at lower altitudes. Marsileaceae, PEPPERWORT FAMILY

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CHAPTER SIX: SOUTH POLE Dropped From the Sky

Dian Olson Belanger University Press of Colorado ePub

Lower and lower goes the sun at the South Pole, day by day.
The last ski plane will soon land. When it leaves, taking with it
our last letters home . . . we shall be isolated and alone at the
bottom of the world, tucked in for the six-month night. So, we’ll
see you in the morning.

—Paul A. Siple1

All of the U.S. IGY stations came forth on a barren landscape, but nowhere was the frigid void more profound than at the South Pole. About 850 miles south of the staging area at McMurdo, at an elevation of nearly two miles, with towering, glaciated mountains en route, South Pole Station could realistically be established only by air in the time available. But the heavy Air Force cargo planes could only land on wheels, which ruled out coming down on the snow of the polar plateau. Airdrops, even of tractors, offered the only hope. Only personnel and delicate equipment would, with luck, be landed on skis by the Navy’s smaller aircraft. In a concentrated feat of retrieving materiel raining from the sky interlaced with the exhausting, clumsy steps of building in extreme cold, the Seabees pounded the little settlement into existence. Then the ice runway at McMurdo gave out.

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Fifteen: Blue Bandanas and an Ironwood Club

Mark Rawitsch University Press of Colorado ePub

Throughout the fall of 1942 the losses and humiliation of the forced removal set in for the thousands of incarcerees at all ten concentration camps. For many, life inside the camps became more difficult with each passing day. At Topaz, Mine Okubo remembered: “A feeling of uncertainty hung over the camp; we were worried about the future. Plans were made and remade, as we tried to decide what to do. Some were ready to risk anything to get away. Others feared to leave the protection of the camp.” Fretting over the uncertainties at Poston and distressed by her parents’ absence and failing health, Sumi Harada worried every day about how long it would take to finally obtain permission from the government to rejoin her ailing parents at Topaz. With nearly everything else gone and her parents hospitalized in a camp far away in Utah, the family reunion meant more to her than ever before.1

Conflict arose early among some of the younger citizen Nisei and the non-citizen Issei forced into the temporary holding facilities at places like the Tanforan and Santa Anita Racetracks, and it did not take long for other community factions to express discontent. Packed mess halls symbolized the dramatic changes forced on the Nikkei community as communal dining in shifts of hundreds eating mass-produced and sometimes unfamiliar food eliminated the once routine intimacy of the family dinner table, one of the last places members of busy Nikkei families could make regular contact with one another before the war. Mine Okubo observed of Tanforan: “Table manners were forgotten. Guzzle, guzzle, guzzle; hurry, hurry, hurry. Family life was lacking. Everyone ate wherever he or she pleased. Mothers lost all control over their children.” Later at Topaz, Okubo added further details about the food, mentioning bread twice. “Each mess hall fed from two hundred and fifty to three hundred persons. Food was rationed, as it was for the civilian population on the outside . . . Often a meal consisted of rice, bread, and macaroni, or beans, bread, and spaghetti. At one time we were served liver for several weeks, until we went on strike.”

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5. Resguardo Area

Thomas F. Babcock University Press of Colorado ePub

In 1841, John Lloyd Stephens walked out from Santa Cruz del Quiché toward the ruins of Utatlán.

At about a mile from the village we came to a range of elevations extending to a great distance, and connected by a ditch, which had evidently formed the line of fortifications for the ruined city. They consisted of the remains of stone buildings, probably towers, the stones well cut and laid together, and the mass of rubbish abounded in flint arrow-heads. Within this line was an elevation which grew more imposing as we approached, square, with terraces, and having in the centre a tower, in all one hundred and twenty feet high. We ascended by steps to three ranges of terraces, and on the top entered an area enclosed by stone walls, and covered with hard cement, in many places still perfect. Thence we ascended by stone steps to the top of the tower, the whole of which was formerly covered with stucco, and stood as a fortress at the entrance of the great city of Utatlán, the capital of the kingdom of the Quiché Indians. (Stephens 1841, 2: 171)

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