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    Remembering the little Eskimo girl

    Wayne Yonce, Special to the Village News|Updated Jan 27, 2021

    On July 4, 1976, the United States of America celebrated its 200th birthday. On July 27, 1976, I celebrated my 50th birthday. I was one-fourth as old as our nation. Did these events trigger a midlife crisis? Maybe so, but I didn't buy a red Corvette. I quit a good job at Southern California Edison's Terminal Island Power Plant, and the week following my birthday I signed the workbook at the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers union hall in Fairbanks, Alaska. I was...

  • Joy Morton

    Remembering memorable meals

    Wayne Yonce, Special to Village News|Updated Jan 6, 2021

    Most people living in the U.S. have had the good fortune of eating three meals a day for most of our days – a lot of meals. But how many do we remember? The remembered meals have been something special – something different. We remember where we were, who we were with and, sometimes, what we ate. Two meals I remember for their similarities and their differences were at the Yacht Club in Chicago, Illinois, and the Navajo Café in Compton, California. I was an inexperienced small...

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    First day of boot camp

    Wayne Yonce, Special to Village News

    On June 2, 1944, Recruit Company 1276 was formed at the Great Lakes Naval Training Center. There were 120 apprehensive young men lined up behind the 120 cardboard boxes that lay on the wooden floor of the large red brick building built before WWI. The boxes contained "ditty bags," small canvas bags with rope drawstrings. Orders were delivered in the bored monotone developed by persons who have repeated the exact same words many, many times. And they were always prefaced with...

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    Remembering the wildlife on Red Mountain

    Wayne Yonce, Special to Village News|Updated Oct 28, 2020

    "You've got to come see what's happening!'' was the urgent phone message from our nearest neighbor. My wife, Ann, and I rushed down our long driveway, past their house, and down the road to the gully where they stood pointing at something very few people have seen. Two huge Western Diamondback rattlesnakes, at least 6 feet long, with heads as large as my hand, were passionately engaged in their mating ritual. Their bodies were wrapped around each other, like the entwined serpe...