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The Hana Chronicles: Month 9, Day 1

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September 22, 2026- Hana got a thumbs-up from her pediatrician today, at her 9-month visit. Doc even referred to Hana as “The Boss”, for her outspoken babbling, that had a tome of authority. Most importantly, the little girl is hitting all the markers, which I have described over the past few days. She even took three steps without support, earlier today.

Hana is also showing a sense of humour about herself. When her father mimicked a few sounds she was making, she looked at him and burst into laughter. She does get cranky when she’s tired, but otherwise, my granddaughter is in some ways a mirror of my mother, and she can give it back, albeit in the babbling of a nine-month old.

So, she enters the last quarter of her first year, as our hemisphere begins autumn. The next three months will bring four lateral incisors, a growing sense of individuality and the first meaningful steps.

HANA’S NOTE- I wore a dress to my doctor’s office. It made me look special, Mommy said.

EXPANDING CIRCLES: Louisiana- The Pelican State is said to be floating on borrowed time. A friend from Slidell recently told me that the biggest mistake people have made there was not providing means for irrigation, as the levees, while protecting low-lying areas, were also drying out the soil in those areas.

Louisiana is Texas’s neighbour to the east. The Turf- Most of the state is of fairly low elevation, with the area around the mouths of the Mississippi and Atchafalaya Rivers being below sea level. This has been borne out most vividly, and tragically, in extreme weather events like Hurricanes Camille, in 1969, Katrina and Rita, in 2005 and Laura, in 2020.

First Nations- Louisiana is the ancestral home of the Atakapa, Caddo, Chitimacha, Choctaw, Houma, Natchez and Tunica peoples. After European settlement, the Alabama, Biloxi, Coushatta and Ofo people were pushed into the area. Today, the Chitimacha, Coushatta, Houma and Tunica-Biloxi Nations, as well as Jena Band of the Choctaw Nation, have reservations in the state. The Choctaw were largely among the displaced who were forced to go northwest to Oklahoma, in the dead of winter, during Andrew Jackson’s forced relocation of the Five Civilized Tribes. The Jena Band were those who escaped into the piny woods and bayous. Poverty Point, Watson Brake and Campus Mounds are sites of burial mounds of the Caddo and even earlier peoples.

I have been to New Orleans, three times; once was specifically for Mardi Gras (2015). The other visits were briefer, due to transit needs. Baton Rouge and Alexandria were the sites of a longer visit, at the time of Hurricane Laura (2020). On that occasion, I was volunteering with the Red Cross, at a storm shelter. Lake Charles, Vidalia, Monroe and Shreveport are other communities in which I’ve stopped. Each of these would be worth a visit with Hana, especially the Mounds, the area around Lake Pontchartrain and the Garden District of New Orleans. I would also like to spend a few days in Lafayette, absorbing the Zydeco and Cajun sounds. Preservation Hall, in New Orleans would be a destination, as well.

Where I feel most at home: Alexandria, Lake Charles, the Garden District and French Quarter, south side of Baton Rouge, Vidalia.

NEXT: New Mexico

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 31

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September 21, 2026- Hana does not hold back, when it is time to express her opinion. She was not happy about being left out of ice cream for dessert. (We have a rule that there will be no sugary foods until she’s at least a year old, and maybe not until her “two-year” molars come in.). She didn’t throw a tantrum, but she did voice her objection, along with three strong taps of her hand on the playpen fence. Then it was over, as we acknowledged her feelings, and she went back to playing.

This afternoon, when I set her down in the crib, for her second nap, she was sleeping happily for about forty minutes. Then the afternoon sun came shining brightly, even through the fairly thick shades, She got up and called for me, then slept on my shoulder, in the recliner, for another hour. The girl is not shy about expressing her needs, and I want to keep it that way.

Today is the last day of summer. It’s been a season of loss- my friends Annie Lovell, Carole Hitti and Eva Kahn left this world, much as Randy Smith and Betty Cooper Ritchey did in the spring. Another, very dear, friend is deathly ill. Suffering and pain are widespread, both due to mismanagement and to climatic cycles.

Still and all, it has been a good summer. Hana has begun standing up, both with and without support. She feeds herself, at least 60% of each meal and has “told’ us that she wants the hot food before the hand-held cold items. She likes the little standing shower device that lets her parents bathe her, while she experiences something very close to a ‘grown-up” shower. Toilet training is right around the corner-and it is something she seems to want.

HANA’S NOTE- I just want a spoonful of ice cream-or maybe three or four.

EXPANDING CIRCLES– Arkansas- It would be very sweet to visit the Crater of Diamonds State Park, near Murfreesboro, with my family, and devote 2-3 hours to digging and sifting. That is just one of the reasons to stop in Arkansas, which borders Texas on the northeast.

The turf- Arkansas is largely rolling hills and small mountains, in its western two thirds, and flat riparian plain, “the Delta”, in its eastern third. The Natural State is drained by the Mississippi, into which flow the White, the Ouachita and of course, the Arkansas River.

First Nations- Arkansas is the ancestral home of the Caddo, Chickasaw, Osage, Quapaw and Tunica peoples. The Nations, as entities, have moved to Oklahoma and Louisiana, but Arkansas is still their hearts’ home. Ceremonial mounds abounded in the state, with Toltec Mounds State Park being the largest preserved collection of mounds in the area.

I have visited the State Capitol and the Clinton Presidential Library, during visits to Little Rock, in the 2010s. The western Arkansas “twin cities” of Fort Smith and Van Buren are worth a day or two, especially the riverside Fort Smith National Historic Site. A favourite of my son and daughter-in-law is Hot Springs, for obvious reasons. The Ouachita and Boston Mountains extend into Arkansas, from Oklahoma and the Ozarks dominate the northern region. There is a lot to be said for stopovers in the Natural State.

Where I feel most at home: De Queen, downtown Van Buren, Little Rock Fitness Park

NEXT- Louisiana

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 27

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September 17, 2026- Hana went with me to my chiropractic appointment, this afternoon. She is quiet and observant, around people she doesn’t know-especially if it is a medical facility. So, my granddaughter watched me on the massage chair and while I was being adjusted. She was not bothered by any of it, she was just taking everything in.

She does hate red lights, though. They are among the things to which she will need to get accustomed. I make silly noises from the front, to get her mind off the stopping. (She is still rear-facing in the car seat, so not being able to see the light is part of the deal.)

Hana is also getting more particular about her foods. She, understandably, will stop eating bell peppers and mushrooms, if they get soggy. Chicken and beef need to be warm, or she will push the spoon away. She also doesn’t like to overeat.

HANA’S NOTE– I am careful about what I eat. It has to taste good and not be slimy.

EXPANDING CIRCLES: South Texas- I’ve been down the Texas coast, as far as Brownsville and Boca Chica (before it became Space X Headquarters) and along the Rio Grande, as far as Laredo and in El Paso, on a few other trips. South Texas basically covers anything south of San Antonio and from Uvalde and Eagle Pass on eastward to the Gulf of Mexico. The turf- South Texas is coastal plain,in the east, with riparian plain from Brownsville to Eagle Pass. Foothills of the Balcones Escarpment extend nearly to Uvalde. The Brazos and Nueces Rivers, as well as Rio Grande/Rio Bravo, drain the region.

FIRST NATIONS- South Texas is the ancestral homeland of the Coahuiltecan, Lipan Apache and Carrizo Comecrudo peoples, all of whom claim the neighbouring Mexican states as their homeland as well. Karankawa people lived along the coast, in pre-colonial times. They have either vanished or have intermarried with other groups.

Among the coastal cities, I am most familiar with Corpus Christi. Blucher Park and the near downtown occupied me on a visit in 2012. I would also focus on Texas State Aquarium, Suter Park, the Selena memorial and USS Lexington, if I went to Corpus with Hana. South Padre Island and Port Isabel were my favourite places along the Coast, south of Corpus. Hana might be interested in the Lighthouse and Museum at Port Isabel, especially the classic doll collection. She already loves colourful dolls. The Nature Center and Boardwalk at South Padre might also prove interesting. I love the beaches there, also.
Laredo and Victoria are interesting from a historical perspective and architecturally. King Ranch is on my list, as it is one of the largest cattle and horse raising operations in Texas, and does a good job of wildland restoration, Hana would have to be 10 for the Nature Walk, though, so the King will be on the back burner for a while.

Where I feel most at home: Port Isabel, South Padre, downtown Laredo

NEXT: West Texas

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 25

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September 15, 2026- The practice continued today, for two stretches of 2 hours each. Hana would call out “Hah!”, when she was ready to have me keep time while she stood without support. She worked very hard at it-with several sets of 5-6 seconds without falling and the longest stretch being 16 seconds. I am following her lead on this. She has the routine down. In between, she either scooted along the playpen fence or played with her toys, while I watched. After each session, she napped soundly.

Hana is also feeding herself, more and more. She did so at breakfast and dinner today. Of course, it’s a messy affair, but as I told her, I am glad to clean up after her, the way someone cleaned up for me, back in the day. I was mostly a Gerber baby. She has food prepared from scratch by her mother.

HANA’S NOTE- I am getting closer to walking. I made my own game for standing up.

EXPANDING CIRCLES- Houston and the Texas Bayous The turf: The area between Big Thicket and the Brazos River has become home to the fourth largest metropolitan area in the country. Houston and its suburbs weather fairly regular tropical storms and have seen some rising tides. The area is low-lying coastal plain, with several bayous in and around the city. Buffalo Bayou is the best known of these. The region fronts on the Gulf of Mexico, with Galveston Bay and Trinity Bay as the Gulf’s main inlets. The Sabine, Neches and Brazos Rivers are the Bayou Region’s major drainage.

First Nations- The Texas Bayou region is the ancestral home of the Atakapa people. The Bidai, Akokisa and Karankawa people also lived in the area. They were either killed off or intermarried with surrounding nations.

I have been in the Houston area four times. I haven’t familiarized myself with the city, as most of the time was spent meeting up with friends in small city parks or staying with other friends in the comunity of Spring, a northwestern suburb. If I did visit with Hana and her parents, I’d focus on the Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center, and take in the Museum and Theater Districts. Then Buffalo Bayou and Hermann Parks would also be high on my list.

Galveston and Beaumont are other cities which I’ve visited in the area. Galveston, which I visited with Hana’s grandmother, in 1984, is a seaside town, famous for its having been hit by a major hurricane (1900), and before that, as the place which inspired Juneteenth. It was here that General Gordon Granger, of the Union Army, informed enslaved people that they were now free, by Proclamation of President Lincoln, This was on June 19, 1865, two months after the War had ended and three years after the Proclamation had been issued. I would focus on both elements of Galveston’s history, if I returned here. My visits to Beaumont have been Red Cross-related. I would like to check out Old Town, and the area along the Neches, if we come by here. Sabine Lake and Pass, near Port Arthur, would also be of interest.

Where I feel most at home- Arts District Houston, East End, Buffalo Bayou, Galveston

NEXT: Central Texas

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 24

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September 14,2026-Hana spent the afternoon singing and dancing. I am not sure what prompted this, but in between the songs and dances, she called out “Ha!” and stood without any support. She kept at it, at one point staying upright for 8 seconds. My granddaughter has a plan, an agenda.

Her mother is working from home, this week, on-boarding for a new position. So, Hana also is taking up a position in the play pen with a view of Yunhee’s office. Maybe that’s the reason for the songs and dances. She knows how much this ne job means to her mother.

HANA’S NOTE– I am glad for Mommy. I felt like singing, so I just sang a tune that came into my head.

EXPANDING CIRCLES– East Texas- This area is indeed “a whole ‘nother Texas, as a friend from Palestine (pronounced Pal-es-TEEN) once told me. The Turf- East Texas also is watered by the Red River, its northern border with Oklahoma and Arkansas. The Sabine also waters this vast sectorof piny woods and wetlands. “East’ comes to a southern end, of sorts, with Big Thicket National Preserve.

First Nation- East Texas is the ancestral home of the Caddo people.

I’ve never been to the Thicket, but would like to include it on my itinerary some day. My experience with East Texas has been in Texarkana, which at the time I was there had worse traffic than our Collin County. A local who knew a shortcut was in front of me, saw my then-out-of-state plates (Arizona) and waved to me to follow him. I did so, and we drove past a three-mile line of stalled traffic. I’ve also been to Tyler, a nice, small city; Palestine, where I almost went to a child’s birthday party-until it was postponed because of a storm;and to Grand Saline, where a video store was opening and the owners were giving away hot dogs-by the dozen. Those are all in the middle of East Texas. I passed through Longview, a bit east of Tyler, as well as Marshall, Sulphur Springs and Greenville. We stayed overnight in Tyler, in the 2000s and I’ve recently been invited to go back there. There is a fine Rose Garden in Tyler, that Hana may well like to see. I’d also like to bring her along to Marshall’s Festival of Lights, one year soon.

To the south, on the way to Houston, are East Texas’s southern tier towns: Nacogdoches and Lufkin. Hana’s parents have friends in Nacogdoches, so I can see us heading down that way, at some point in the near future. It is also the “oldest town in Texas”, and Sam Houston hung his shingle in Nacogdoches, so I am sure there is a wealth of historical treasure there.

At the northern edge of “East” lies Paris,TX. It has had a history of particular tension between Blacks and Whites. I would like to go by there at some point, and talk to folks, as I did a few years ago in Philadelphia and Ruleville, MS, to see what the situation is now. That’s probably not something I’d do with Hana along, though, at least not until she is in her teens.

Where I feel most at home: Tyler, Grand Saline

NEXT: Houston and the Texas Bayous.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 23

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September 13, 2026- Hana interacted with other children, this morning, as her grownups enjoyed a fine breakfast at Fairview Farmers, which is Collin County’s equivalent of Zeke’s Eatin’ Place, with a Swedish twist. She smiled and called out to a couple of girls, one of whom gave up her doll’s high chair, so that Hana could have a place to sit. Yes, to a three-year-old, Dolly needs to feel included. The little girl “explained”to her doll that “they could share a spot on the bench, so the baby could have seat”. Hana had a harder time, when a man about her Dad’s age smiled at her, from another table. At first, she was scared, but studied him carefully for a bit, and felt okay afterward.

She is continuously practicing taking steps, either by scooting or by taking my hands and following me, almost as if we are dancing. She is also able to stand up on her own, for slightly longer periods of time. Her “talking” also has more context and is accompanied by clear body language. She also understands when her parents correct her and does not seem at all sensitive at being admonished. The love we have given her has been a good foundation.

HANA’S NOTE– I made my way halfway around the play pen, just holding onto the fence. I will be walking soon.

EXPANDING CIRCLES- Texas is the second largest state, in area, and second largest, in population. So, besides being Hana’s home state, it has the pride of place in certain areas. “Texas-sized” has come to mean huge. There is a 64-ounce steak, with trimmings, on offer, in at least one establishment in Amarillo. I have been to all parts of Texas, so let’s take the regions, as they might unfold for my granddaughter.

North Texas- The Turf: Hana’s home region is watered by the Red and Trinity Rivers, with several large reservoirs that double as recreation sites. This is prairie, with some rolling hills and numerous small deciduous forests. Ranches and nut farms used to dominate the region, and still may be found, here and there-primarily in the western part of North Texas.

First Nation- North Texas is the ancestral home of the Wichita people.

Hana’s world, so far, is mostly Plano, with Frisco, Prospect, Carrollton, Grapevine, Coppell, Allen and Richardson rounding out the mix-mostly for medical appointments, and a few family meals. Her only visits to Dallas and Fort Worth have been for doctors’ appointments.

Fort Worth was my first large North Texas city (2012). Log Cabin Village was most interesting to me, as a history buff. I met the Winters family, at Log Cabin Village. Their younger daughter was fascinated by the preserved heritage of LCV. Perhaps my granddaughter will be, too. She is certainly interested in how things are put together. Interesting, too, were The Stockyards, from a cultural point of view. The Botanical Garden is likely the first place I would want to take Hana, as a place of natural beauty, and the most impactful spot in town.

Dallas was a focus, a couple of years later. Pioneer Park, with its cattle and cowboy sculptures, was the most interesting place I went, and is the first place I’d bring Hana, I would also take in Dallas’ Botanical Garden, and we’d want to go to the zoo. Dealy Plaza gave me pause, being the site of the first great tragedy of my youth: The assassination of John F. Kennedy. The iconic red sandstone Courthouse, aka “The Red Museum” is still a place I’d like to spend time.

Cleburne, south of DFW, and Sherman, north of us, are smaller cities that I found interesting for their local history. Sherman figures in the gradual unfolding of the Civil Rights of Black Americans. Denison, on the Oklahoma border, has the boyhood home of President Dwight D. Eisenhower. That was interesting to me. We’ll have to see whether Hana is a history buff.

Where I feel most at home: Plano, McKinney, Grapevine, Cleburne

NEXT UP: East Texas

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 22

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September 12, 2026- Hana didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, being amuse dby my making funny faces, while feeling sad that she couldn’t enjoy the spicy food we were having for dinner. She had eaten a full meal, earlier, but still wants to be included in whatever we are eating in our grown-up meals. Yunhee usually will cut up small bits of fruit. Tonight, it was bits of strawberry, then there were bits of a spongy peach and yogurt bread that Yunhee had made, especially for her girl. Those hit the spot, and Hana was again all smiles.

She shows a lot of the same resolute behaviour that Aram showed as a toddler. Yet, Hana is just shy of nine months, so “toddlerhood” is a bit down the road-or so we think now. She is on a mission, though, and is going to be walking earlier than her father did (13 months). She is also a lot more vocal than he was as a baby. Still, when we called her grand-uncle, David, as today is his birthday, Hana had nothing to say. She just looked at me, and then her father, talking into the phone. So, we sent him a birthday message, with her smiling countenance.

HANA’S NOTE– I was looking for a piece of strawberry I had dropped. Daddy told me to check my bib, and so I did-and there was the missing fruit. I’m glad I know more words now.

I REMEMBER: “Pete and Gladys”;” Mighty Mouse”; Pinky Lee; Captain Bob and Herkimer the Kiwi; the first girl I liked, named Katie, who moved out of our neighbourhood, when I was six years old and she was five; Kickball; acorn fights; the old oil drums in the marsh, and how Eddie and I pretended they were our boats; Consumer Reports; my handwritten newsletter; Mom’s lessons in cursive writing; helping dad put a blanket over the car engine, on a bitter January day; “The Thing” and “The Tingler”, in movie theaters in downtown Lynn; “Perry Mason”; my Book of Nations; my friends Mario Mattei, Mike Putnam, Joe Discolo, Charlie Landrigan, Joan Madden and my conscience, Jim Blanchard; the Harrisons; the Murphys; “Feep”; Brigham’s Ice Cream Parlor;my Nana’s parlour; my Grama’s porch; Pal, her dog; Winky, the Dows’ dog; Smoky, the Blanchards’ dog;

I remember Patsio’s Snack and Soda; Katie Walsh, my first real love, after my mother;Harvard Square, in the Summer of Love; the rotometer shop at G.E.; National Geographic, before the cover had photographs; Mad Magazine; Basic Training; Dave L. Cummings; Mack Gray; Brad Watts; Rufus Roper; Lisa Kifer; New Times; the New University, in Georgetown of D.C,; Uncle George’s science projects; George Boyce; FDR Hurst; Bill Bullock; Don Moore; Gary Oakley; Arnie Price; Lenny Covarrubias; the Henderson girls, of Woolahra, AU; the Tours and Travel Committee at NSCC; Joe Latino; Cindy Jacques; Mickey Berry; the Library Tower at UMass-Amherst; Roz Williamson; Jim Crepeau; Quisisana; Sally and Bill; Kathy Hughes and Annette Kuderka; the moose at Lake Kezar; the Bizortinator; Sophie, who told me to not wallow in self-pity, after I was fired on my 25th birthday.

I think that was the day that I tarted to grow up, I didn’t finish the process, until about ten years ago. Then again, maybe I’m still growing.

EXPANDING CIRCLES– Starting tomorrow, I will be looking at places, especially where I’ve been, talking about my favourite aspects of each: Where I went ; who I encountered; what was most enjoyable; what was impactful; where I might visit in the years ahead. I will begin with Texas, then proceed gradually outward, as Hana might, when she comes of age.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 7, Day 21

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August 11, 2026- Hana is fully into practicing standing up, and is very clear about wanting me nearby, so she can hold onto me while boosting herself up. I am close by, anyway, to make sure she doesn’t have any hard falls. The play pen is high enough that there is no danger of her climbing over.

The bedtime struggles have started; essentially, she can be put in the crib at the same time, but it takes her longer to lie down and go to sleep. She has one teething ring and one plush toy in the crib, s she will fall asleep more from boredom than anything else-and I recommend to her parents that they go with that. Our girl is very active during the day. and needs her naps, so it will take her a bit more time at night, to wind down.

She is very good about telling me when she needs a diaper change and in reminding me that it’s her supper time, if her parents are running a little late in getting home from work. She likes most foods, but winces at the taste of stewed Roma tomatoes. Her favourites are the naturally sweet things, like carrots, apples and squash. She also likes salmon and chicken.

HANA’S NOTE- Papa had ice cream for dessert at lunch. I wish I could have ice cream!

YEAR IN REMEMBRANCE-1994 I lost my youngest brother, Brian, in March. It will forever cast a shadow over St. Patrick’s Day, but he left us after blessing the family for nearly 29 years. He taught us love, forbearance, patience and the knowledge that there is value in every human life. All the lessons I absorbed, from watching my parents raise and safeguard him would become very valuable, in nine very short years.

Our summer started with Bellemont Baha’i Summer school, at the salubrious camp, fifteen miles west of Flagstaff. In the 1990s, we still had our meals prepared by a “chuckwagon crew”, three or four men who cooked everything over an outdoor cook stove. The program was well planned, with deepenings on both Baha’i history and the path to a more virtues-based society. Recreation was always vigorous. We provided both volleyball and badminton nets. Another staple was a youth trip to some Lava Tubes, northeast of Bellemont. Penny and I joined a group that climbed Kendrick Peak, an outlier of the San Francisco Peaks.

We made a trip eastward, including Aram’s first visit to the Baha’i House of Worship, in Wilmette, IL While we were praying silently, he snuck away and began to speak into the microphone. This earned him a sharp rebuke from the security guard. He later told me, “Daddy, I didn’t know Baha’is could be mean.” I told him there was difference between “mean” and strict, and that from now on, he needed to be quiet in the House of Worship.

Penny returned to work, in August, taking a second grade classroom. She lost no skills in her time away from teaching and her students were making great strides in the first semester, My counseling efforts benefited from the addition of a four-pronged program that the new Principal brought with her. She had been a counselor for several years, and I valued her recommendations, though her manner could be quite abrupt. The four prongs, Academic, Vocational, Social and Leisure. were able to be worked into my work with each class. I also was fully into the Red Ribbon program, which addressed substance abuse issues.

The Winter holidays meant a three-day Baha’i Winter school, at a hotel in Phoenix. A large group attended this, each year, with many dressed in their finest clothes. We were business casual, and enjoyed the gathering, nonetheless. Aram had a fairly good experience in the children’s classes, which focused on virtues. It was always pleasant in Phoenix, in December. New Year’s Eve always meant Penny’s parents’ anniversary, so we joined them in Prescott.

The decade had established a sweet routine.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 7, Day 19

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August 9, 2026-

The day “started” just after midnight, with several gunshots audible, across the alley. All four of us awoke to the noise. Hana was looking around but was being very quiet. Aram and I stood watch upstairs, and he called the Plano Police to report the n=sounds. It appeared that a cruiser came by later, but as we heard no further sounds and only saw a neighbour girl’s boyfriend dropping her off a bit later, then all lights in the nearby houses go out, we went back to bed.

Hana, Yunhee and I got up around 6:30. Aram slept in, then we enjoyed Yunhee’s chicken and waffles around 10. Hana expresses a wish that she could eat them, too. That day will come, but for now, it’s all puree. We do make it a point to have her sit in the high chair and have something at each meal. Lunch and dinner are the big meals for her.

I made a huge dent in the remaining pile in my storage unit, this afternoon. One more good load will empty the unit and save several more dollars each month. I can then start culling my excess items in earnest, once more.

HANA’S NOTE- I did not like those banging noises last night. Something told me to keep quiet and not cry. Mommy stayed with me, so that helped.

YEAR IN REMEMBRANCE-1992 We made the hard choice to not renew our visas, and so Penny and Aram flew back to Arizona in late January. They stayed with her parents, in the RV that they had driven across country, settling at a park in Prescott. I stayed behind, to complete my contract, taking seven of my freshman students on a circular field trip around Jeju. Their task was to prepare English-language mini-guides to each place we visited. After that was finished, I took a personal journey, mostly by bus, around the Korean mainland, starting in Kwangju and going up through Cheonju, Taejon and Seoul, then over to the east coast, including Soraksan and one last visit to the Demilitarized Zone, then down to Geongju, the ancient fortress town, with its impressive tumuli.

I flew out on March 1, having left a lot of camping equipment behind in Jeju. The University ended up giving it away to students. We had the bulk of our household put in a storage unit in Prescott, until we found a permanent place to live. I arrived “home” on March 2, and we settled into a residential motel. We stayed there for about five weeks, and during that time, I struggled with reconnecting to American life. There were a couple of auto-related mishaps, though neither involved other drivers and only one involved another vehicle. I was able to immediately get on board as a substitute teacher, in three school districts. Penny also did so, and we took turns staying with Aram. In April, we got a town house, in a nice neighbourhood on the west side of Prescott. Her Dad came and stayed with us for a week, while he made arrangements to fly his dog, Buddy, back to New Jersey.

In May, I was hired by Penny’s old boss in Keams Canyon, as school counselor at the newly opened Jeddito School. In August, we moved up to Keams Canyon, Aram entered pre-school, which was a half day. Penny had to go back to New Jersey for an operation, so Aram went with her for the two weeks. They also went back in November, for the Second Baha’i World Congress, which was held in New York City. I stayed behind and focused on my job of tending to the needs of 900 students.

By year’s end, I was finally regaining my equilibrium.

The Hana Chronicles: Month 6, Day 12

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July 3, 2026- Hana had a good day, playing with each of us, in succession. Each of us also had to tend to separate errands and appointments. She learned, this evening, however, that I have the role of parent, as well as of grandparent. Her father was having a heat-fueled headache and needed me to take over for him during her bath. I had no trouble doing that. She then wanted him to hold her, instead of her going into the crib. After about twenty minutes, though, she was still carrying on and I had the intuition that, unless she had a physical discomfort, she would stop squalling if we all just left her in the crib, to fall asleep. We did that, and she went to sleep right away. Sometimes, self-reliance has to be nudged along.

I have received criticism, online, from two people I don’t know. One is a fairly intelligent extended family member of some friends back in Arizona. Her complaint was quite specific and had some validity, so I made a correction to my own remarks. The other, possibly a bot, was all over the place, attacking people across the political spectrum. There was nothing specific, other than he knows everything and we are all full of dung. As it was on another person’s forum, I made my own remarks-not about him-and left it alone afterward. I am always willing to learn, even hard lessons, but I have no time for nonsense or fantasy-driven abstractions.

We are preparing for tomorrow’s Independence Day festivities. Hana will be asleep before any fireworks, but for good measure, we have a pair of earmuffs. I hope to be able to see the festivities from my upstairs window, but whatever.

HANA’S NOTE- I get so tired that I want to sleep in my Daddy’s arms. Papa says that’s not fair to Daddy all the time. I guess that’s so, ’cause Papa doesn’t lie.

YEAR IN REMEMBRANCE- 1955 We found ourselves too cramped for space on Central Street, and my parents found a fixer-upper for sale, on Adams Avenue, in the middle of Saugus. So, it was so long, Russ, Karen and Bobby. It was a good thing we moved when we did. Brother David came along, on the day we moved. He needed the crib, so Cheryl got her own room and I got the second bedroom, looking out on the street below.