The statue at the ballpark in Eau Claire, Wisconsin (far right) is easily recognized as Hank Aaron, baseball player and home run hitter without the aid of steroids. He started his professional baseball career at that park in the early 50s. I am very glad that the good citizens of Eau Claire remember their history.
The house, right, is that lived in by Dr Withrow, an osteopath that I admired as a child. The Withrow's certainly lived her in the 40s and 50s and probably longer. The house was a block away from the hospital. I have a scar on my bottom from being bitten by his Weimaraner "Caesar." Barbie was his daughter. We did not get along.
The picture to the left is of the meat market we lived in from '46 to '56 in Hustisford WI. We lived in the upstairs apartment. The garage which doubled as abbatoir was behind, near to the park. I wonder if my father ever figured out where the Animal Crackers went that he had displayed on the shelves right next to the front door? I remember seeing an old guy collapse and die right after coming out of what we called the "locker," a very cold room for storing meat in a frozen state.
I remember a guy, Hubert Falkenthal, who used to live across the park. He was one of the few men I knew in the village who had actually fought in WWI. His nickname was PooBah, or at least that was what my mother called him. He used to sit in his office in the garage next to the hospital scribbling in notebooks he called journals, when he wasn't fixing a flat tire on our bikes for nothing. I wonder what happened to all those?
After Dad sold the meat market we moved to a house close to the cheese factory. See right. It had an apartment upstairs about the size of the downstairs where Mr Johnson, a teacher at the high school, lived.
Eventually, we all move to the same place.
The 4 Mueller brothers, conceived after and before WWII. Right. That is Russ on the left, born about 1946, then Tom, born in 1947. Yours truly was born in 1940, and Gerald on the right was born in 1941. Gerry and I were born in Illinois on the south side of Chicago, and Tom and Russ were born in Wisconsin, probably at Beaver Dam.
The football stadium in Madison. Camp Randall they used to call it. Maybe they still do. Right.
The bowling alley in Hustisford. Right.
and Lambeau Field in Green Bay, to all true cheeseheads something like Mecca is to the Muslims, and I hope that doesn't offend our Muslim friends and enemies.
The statue is of Vince Lombardi, in front of Lambeau Field, noted for saying a lot of true things: one of the memorable and true things was "dancing is a contact sport, football is a collision sport."
At Camp Randall the crowd is almost all red, just as they are mostly green at Lambeau Field in Green Bay. Below is half-time entertainment by the Badger band and a picture taken on the way to Lambeau of a typical cheesehead of the female persuasion.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
30 September 2004
01 May 2004
Round the World
Check out these entries on my trip around the world on Semester at Sea's SS Universe Explorer. After clicking the "trip around the world . . ." then click Mueller TravelBlog, then Go To Archive. Sorry, it's a little complicated but worth it. The Semester at Sea 2004 button takes you to all the pictures of the trip. Thanks for looking. Leave a comment. I have separated the various ports into their own entries, so there are now two ways to check this trip out.
Mid-January 2004 left Nassau, heading toward Cuba and then Brazil, crossed the South Atlantic to Cape Town, and around the Cape of Good Hope to Tanzania, then to Chennai on the east coast of India, Saigon with a quick trip to Cambodia, then Hong Kong, Korea and Japan. Long trip across the Pacific to finally arrive in Seattle mid-April 2004, about one hundred days, or a semester, later. Tired but happy.
Mid-January 2004 left Nassau, heading toward Cuba and then Brazil, crossed the South Atlantic to Cape Town, and around the Cape of Good Hope to Tanzania, then to Chennai on the east coast of India, Saigon with a quick trip to Cambodia, then Hong Kong, Korea and Japan. Long trip across the Pacific to finally arrive in Seattle mid-April 2004, about one hundred days, or a semester, later. Tired but happy.
26 April 2004
15 April 2004
12 April 2004
From Pusan Perimeter to Seoul and Return
Newly Weds posing with cherry blossoms in Seoul April 2004: they were lined up to have the pictures taken
A little historical reminder in that headline there. As a ten-year old I read everything I could about the Korean War, the Forgotten War as some call it.
A taxi-driver in Busan—name has been changed from Pusan to Busan—taking me to the United Nations Cemetery thought I might be old enough to have been a participant and was appropriately grateful. When I told him I was too young he thanked my older brothers, uncles and father. He too was a child at the time.
Busan to Seoul and back.
05 April 2004
Sailing into Hong Kong Harbor
From Saigon to Hong Kong Star Ferries in foreground, other ships in middle and ? Opera House in background.
26 March 2004
15 March 2004
05 March 2004
23 February 2004
06 February 2004
22 January 2004
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