Eating and Sleeping in Bedford

A couple of notes leftover from my trip to Bedford three weeks ago:.

If you ever travel to Bedford, and I highly recommend that you do, just know that there really aren’t many good restaurants in town. With the exception of The Forks, there was nothing in the way of excellent local eateries, which forced me to Ruby Tuesday’s one night and Applebee’s the second. The salad bar was at least quite good at the former, but everything at the latter left an aftertaste. And not one of those, “Boy, that was good!” kind of aftertastes. No, it was a “Boy, this makes me want to shave my tongue” kind of aftertaste. At one point during my stay, I asked one of the volunteers at the Memorial where there was a good places to eat and after a long pause, he answered, “Roanoke.”

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMy accommodations were great, at least for me, but you need an adventurous spirit to stay where I stayed. I won’t mention the name of the motel, because I would stay there again, and a very nice family runs the place. It’s cheap and convenient, and has the best wi-fi of any hotel at which I’ve ever stayed, but it is not exactly modern having been built in the ’60s, by my best guess. I may be off a bit, though. It could have been the 1860s. It was certainly built when people were smaller as evidenced by the accompanying photo of the bathroom. You can stand in one spot and use the toilet, brush your teeth, and shower all at the same time. Ironically, the marquee below the motel sign told people to “check out our new rooms.” Perhaps, the sign intended no irony; perhaps it simply hasn’t been changed since the motel was built.

That little black tab on the sink is actually an old-fashioned door key. Remember how they used to say “Drop in any mailbox in the U. S. A.”? Of course, I had to pull on the knob and push on the frame and disparage the door hanger’s mother before it would actually close well enough to give any utilitarian purpose to the key. Still, the nostalgia of having an actual key rather than a door credit card more than made up for that annoyance.

It’s always fun to experience little things such as these. That’s what turns a vacation into an adventure.

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Reflections on the D-Day Commemoration: There is Hope

The National D-Day Memorial and the town of Bedford should be proud of their commemoration of the 70th anniversary of D-Day. The moving words of D-Day participants, read during the official commemoration on Friday; the presence of many D-Day veterans; the sounds of the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra; the showing of Casablanca; the town itself, its center largely unchanged these 70 years, evoked a moving sense of the past.  This weekend, stirred more than a respect for the past, however; it gave me hope for the future.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI was thrilled to see a wide range of ages at Friday’s commemoration. Many high school and college students were there, some with grandparents (or great-grandparents), some as spectators, some as reenactors. This last group gave me pause because it occurred to me that they were the most accurate reenactors I’ve ever seen for one very poignant reason: They are the same age now as the boys who saved the world 70 years ago. That ones so young spent their weekend saluting those who had gone before gives me hope.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA little girl in a star-spangled dress, waving an American flag as the parade passed; that gives me hope.

A man with a homemade sign detailing his father’s unit and concluding with the simple words, “Thanks, Dad” gives me hope.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

 

A couple of gentlemen who stepped out of the crowd at the parade to carry forward a bench so that two veterans and their wives could sit down, gives me hope.

Jack Booth gives me hope. Jack spoke before the showing of Casablanca because his son, Joshua is featured in the documentary, Bedford: The Town They Left Behind, the trailer for which was shown before the movie. Joshua loved Bedford, his grandfather’s home and, inspired by the tales of the Bedford Boys, he enrolled in The Citadel in 2001 in order to pursue a career in the military. He graduated a 1st Lieutenant in the Marine Corps, and was deployed to Iraq in 2005. In 2006, he was killed by a sniper. He had told his father that he didn’t think that he would be coming home and he had two requests: “Make sure my children know who I was,” he told his dad, adding that he was to be buried in Bedford. Joshua’s mother, not knowing of this request, wanted her son to be buried in Arlington. She burst into tears when told of Joshua’s wish because “No one in Bedford knows him.” When his flag-draped casket rolled through town to its final stop in Longwood Cemetery, however, hundreds of townspeople lined the streets. Many carried flags. Joshua might not have been one of the Bedford Boys, but he was recognized as a Bedford Boy. I suspect that there are plenty of Bedford Boys out there yet. Jack reminded us all that America is exceptional and his son and all those strangers who saluted his passing prove it.

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A Sentimental Sendoff

Bryan Anthony

Bryan Anthony

I went back to the D-Day Memorial one final time last night for the concert given by the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra. A group of talented musicians led by Terry Myers and featuring outstanding vocalist Bryan Anthony faithfully recreated the music of the man known as the “Sentimental Gentleman of Swing.”

The night was as beautiful as the music, with a half moon appearing high above the Overlord Arch during the second set. Just at dusk, a group of 29th Division reenactors appeared on the Arch plaza looking down at the concert below. At a glance, and for a second it seemed that 1944 and 2014 had become all jumbled together. There was something in their casual, approving pose. Such are the moments at events like this. After all, the past has to be somewhere, even if it is only in our hearts and our imaginations.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It seems unfair of me to talk about Tommy Dorsey without providing a way for you to listen as well. Therefore, I offer my favorite TD song and one that I think is most appropriate to the occasion.

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A Parade for the Home Folks

While yesterday’s ceremony at the National D-Day Memorial was for the nation, today’s parade through the streets of Bedford was for the town. It was small and sweet, just like the town itself. I heard someone remark that everyone in Bedford was there and I believe that to be true. I was standing at the main intersection where absolutely no one was directing traffic. No one had to because there was no traffic; indeed, all of Bedford seemed to be either in the parade or watching it go by.

Before the parade started, I could not fathom why a utility truck pulled up on Bridge Street as if to do some work. As it turned out, the crew backed down a side-street, ran the crane out over parade route and hoisted a giant American flag under which the participants could march. Both American and French flags flew from every lamppost.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe current Company A of the 116th Infantry Regiment marched around the corner followed by reenactors portraying Company A from World War II–the Bedford Boys. Veterans rode in jeeps or cars, or in the case of a group from North Carolina in two motor coaches. When those busses went by, I took a quick picture and then simply held up in salute, my little flag that had been passed out to us spectators.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

About 20 minutes after the parade finished, at 11:00 o’clock, the Presbyterian church rang its bell 19 times. A lone soldier played taps in front of the courthouse four times, once in each direction, and the courthouse bell was then struck 19 times, one for each Bedford Boy who was killed on June 6th. No one who had gathered at the courthouse required an explanation as to why the bell was struck or the significance of the number. After all, this parade was for Bedford and everyone in Bedford already knows.

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The courthouse bell was struck 19 times in honor of the Bedford boys who died on D-Day.

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A Couple of Cafes

As followers of this blog know, my fellow adventurer Al Smith and I have a knack for finding the best in local diners and barbeque shacks. I turned up another one here in Bedford called, “The Forks,” a little diner open 6:00-2:00, seven days a week. Actually, I had help in finding it. Casablanca was shown last night at the D-Day Memorial as part of the festivities, and as we waited for it to begin, two couples from North Carolina and I compared notes on parking for the parade and on the local eateries. They called a friend back home who had recently been to Bedford and he suggested breakfast at The Forks.

I walked into the place this morning and was greeted by a waitress and the two couples from North Carolina. I sat at the counter at which point I was then greeted by photos of John Wayne, the cast of the Big Valley, the main characters from Maverick (the TV show, not the movie), Gene Autry, Hopalong Cassidy, and the Lone Ranger hanging on the wall before me. Five-star ambiance for sure, and the food was good, too.

As for the movie, I was so tired by the time it started that I left about half-way through, not that it mattered because I have seen Casablanca a number of times before. Victor and Ilsa get the letters of transit, Strasser gets shot, and Captain Louis gets Rick. At least I assume that it turned out the same way last night.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

I’ll have an entry on the parade later this afternoon. Right now it’s time for lunch and since there is no Rick’s Cafe Americain in town, I might head back to The Forks.

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A Moving Ceremony

The crowd gathers beneath the Memorial Arch awaiting the 70th Anniversary Commemoration.

The crowd gathers beneath the Memorial Arch awaiting the 70th Anniversary Commemoration.

The Commemoration of the 70th Anniversary of D-Day was moving and inspiring. Several thousand of all ages gathered to hear a service that lasted a little over 90 minutes. Opening with a parachute jump, the ceremony also featured four different flyovers, and a recognition of all the D-Day veterans, whom I estimate at 200-300. Governor Tim Kaine spoke briefly as did a representative of France who thanked America for what “your sons did for our country.”

What made the service so powerful, however, was that the participants “spoke.” Sixteen people read the words of the men and women who participated in the invasion. Their words were humorous, poignant, sad. The very first voice was that of PFC George Alex of the 82nd Airborne. “I was 19 and afraid,” he wrote. The crowd felt his fear even 70 years later.

"Homage"

“Homage”

A new sculpture was unveiled on the grounds entitled “Homage,” and in her remarks, the President of the National D-Day Memorial Foundation, April Cheek-Messier touched upon the Bedford Boys, saying of them, “They went down the ramps, onto the sand, on to destiny, into memory.”

The final speaker was to have been Robert Sales, of Company B, 116th Infantry Regiment, 29th Division. In a clear voice, Sales presented his wife whom, he said, would speak for him. (It was not announced why this was done.)

Sales saw his captain, then his friend and sergeant get cut down when the ramp of the landing craft dropped onto the beach. When it was his turn to run out, the ship heaved in the turbulent surf and he was thrown off to the side and into the water, which made him the lone survivor among the 30 men in that Higgins boat. When he got ashore,his friend the sergeant was lying wounded, but propped himself up on his elbows and called to Sales for help. A sniper shot him through the head. Robert Sales knew he was next and put his head on the sand and waited . . . Perhaps, the most poignant statement of the day came from Mrs. Sales who said, “On this day, of all days, we are all together, in spirit if not in body.” I was happy to be wearing sunglasses.

The final flyover: missing man formation.

The final flyover: missing man formation.

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Travel Travails

My trip to Charlottesville, my first stop on the way to Bedford for the Commemoration of the 70th anniversary of D-Day, has been an adventure unto itself. Just north of Winchester on I-81 an electronic sign warned me that the interstate was “blocked” 24 miles further south. “Blocked” and “interstate” are two words that never belong in the same sentence, and so I decided to head to Berryville and Route 340. Today was a beautiful day for a drive, but I was more interested in speed than in beauty, because I wanted to get to Becky and Jesse’s apartment in Charlottesville to ice my foot.

I needed to ice my foot because in my seasonal position as a plant merchandiser at the Spring Mills, WV Wal-Mart, I caught my heel under a rolling flower cart at the exact moment when my big toe was bent. As a whole, the toe, therefore had no give, but apparently lots of little parts inside it gave and it stiffened and swelled some as the day wore on.

In any case, I stopped at the Walgreens just off the I-81 exit on Berryville Pike for a pick-me-up iced tea. I got two bottles of Pure Leaf Unsweetened Tea and took the first cool sip. It immediately occured to me that I actually didn’t know what kind of “pure leaves” were used; based on the taste, I’d say it was stinkweed. This trip was definitely not off to a good start.

Still, the sky was bright and the mountains beautiful, so I took a deep breath and sat back to enjoy the ride. Of course, Route 340 has half again as many numbers in its name as it does actual lanes. I passed Gun Barrel Road right before I got to Dinosaur Land which is at the corner of Lord Fairfax and Stonewall Jackson Highways. If there is a more Virginia-sounding intersection anywhere in the Old Dominion, I’d like to hear about it.

From left to right: My good foot, formerly my bad foot until this morning; the world's worst iced tea; my new "bad" foot, already feeling better thanks to the healing powers of pulled pork barbeque.

From left to right: My good foot, formerly my bad foot until this morning; the world’s worst iced tea; my new “bad” foot, already feeling better thanks to the healing powers of pulled pork barbeque.

I entered Front Royal where the 340 “bypass” goes right through town. In fact, it might loop around Front Royal several times considering how long it took to clear the town, on the south side of which was a construction zone. Just past Poor House Road, traffic had come to a stop. Had there been a Crazy House Lane, I would have taken that and checked in for the night right there. But the sky was clear and the mountains beautiful and we soon started moving again. Just as I crossed over–and I’m not making this up–Gooney Creek. I spied a dump truck full of rocks. Attached to the back was a big orange sign that read, “Work Vehicle: Do Not Follow.” I cannot imagine who thought this sign would be helpful. A mannequin, perhaps.

South of the town of Shenandoah, I crossed over “Naked Creek.” I passed the next 20 miles pleasantly imagining how this brook was christened.

I finally made it to Becky and Jesse’s in about a forever and 21 minutes. I would have stopped and taken a photo of the clear sky and the beautiful mountains, but that would have taken a forever and 22 minutes.

Hobbes greeted me at the door and Becky got me an ice bag. We headed to Belmont barbeque for dinner where the “Belmont Slop Bucket” is a specialty. The Slop Bucket consists of cheesy potatoes on top of which are baked beans on top of which is pulled pork on top of which is cole slaw. Almost immediately I could feel that North Carolina vinegar-based barbeque sauce racing right to my injured foot. I need not explain the healing properties of North Carolina vinegar-based barbeque sauce.

Tomorrow morning it is on to Bedford. I hope you’ll come along with me via this blog. Maybe your presence will make for a smoother ride.

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Game Biographies

While it has been some time since my last Five Minute Fiction For Free offering, I have been busy writing. You see, the Society of American Baseball Research (SABR) has begun a massive project to collect a 2,000-4,000 biography of every player who ever played in the major leagues. As if that project weren’t big enough, SABR has also decided to amass game biographies, that is a 1,000-1,500 word essay on every game ever played. These are not simple recaps; the writer must incorporate what was historic or memorable about that particular game. The game may be memorable from the writer’s personal perspective, which led me to write about three games in particular. The first is “Thanks, Brooks” Day September 18, 1977 that was held to honor Brooks Robinson upon his retirement. The second was Brooksie’s Hall of Fame Celebration Night played on August 5, 1983. Martha and I attended these two games, and we listened on the radio to the third game played August 24, in which Tippy Martinez picked off three Blue Jays in the same inning. The first two games were personally memorable and the Tippy Martinez game was one of the craziest games every played. You can read the game accounts by clicking on the links to the right of the photos below:

“Thanks, Brooks” DayThanks Brooks program0001 Brooks '83 program

Brooks Robinson Hall of Fame Celebration Night

Tippy Martinez Picks Off Three Blue Jays

 

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Boots Book is Rounding Third and Heading Home

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The good folks at Summer Game Books designed a wonderful cover for Boots Poffenberger: Hurler, Hero, Hell-Raiser, which appears at left.

Designing a cover is an interesting process. I had a pretty clear idea of what I thought it should look like. I selected a few photos that I thought would be appropriate. Three seemed the right number to me. Summer Game Books sent me six different covers and this was my instant favorite. I loved the sepia tone which gives it that by-gone days look and I thought that each of these photos really highlighted Boots’ mischievous and playful personality. None of these photos, by the way, were the three that I had in mind, but add them together and they begin to tell Boots’ story before the book is even opened. That, of course, is what a cover should do!

I still have the stat page and the index to review, at which point Boots Poffenberger: Hurler, Hero, Hell-Raiser will be ready to roll off the presses. It will be available as both a softcover book and an e-book sometime in July. When I know, you’ll know!

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Commemorating D-Day in Bedford

A basic rule of journalism is to be timely, but I am going to violate that rule because I want my friends and readers to be aware of a very special event that will take place June 6-8 in Bedford, Virginia.

Bedford is the home of the National D-Day Memorial. As some of you know, Bedford, a town of some 3,200 in 1944, lost 19 sons on D-Day. The Memorial and the town will be hosting the 70th anniversary commemoration of the Allied invasion of Europe. It was a day heralded in history, but one that would bring untold, mostly silent suffering to thousands of home throughout America, especially the homes in Bedford.

Entrance to the Memorial

Entrance to the Memorial

A host of activities is planned including an official commemoration and an outdoor showing of Casablanca on Friday, as well as a parade and a Tommy Dorsey concert on Saturday. Throughout the weekend, veterans will be present to tell their stories. The Memorial itself is a beautiful and moving place and well-worth a visit at any time.

I’m going. I feel as if I have to go. I have a need to look into the eyes of the old men who were there and see the boys who served.

These silent sculptures speak volumes. Click to enlarge.

These silent sculptures speak volumes.

I’m writing about this now in case anyone else out there may decide to attend all or part of the weekend. If you can’t, that’s okay; I’ll say “thanks” for all of us.

Click here for the link to the Memorial’s website.

Click here for information on The Bedford Boys, a book that I highly recommend, and which details the confluence of every-day events that placed so many from one small town under History’s spotlight.

Click here for “The Bedford Girl,” my scribbling about a casualty on the home front.

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