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The Hana Chronicles: Month 10, Day 9

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October 30, 2026- Hana cried when she watched me getting adjusted at the chiropractor, this afternoon. She stopped when she saw that I was okay. I told her that the doctor was a good person, who helps us stay strong. She comes with me when Yunhee has a tight schedule, as she did today.

When we got home from Frisco, Hana wanted to go for a stroller walk, so we did our medium loop to the middle of Hoblitzelle Park, and looped back around, past the middle school. She was satisfied with that and I gave her some vegetable pieces,which she ate ravenously.

I carved a pumpkin I had bought earlier in the week, but by evening, the whole thing had collapsed. I went and got another pumpkin, that was not on its last moments. Hana saw me carve both pumpkins. She is seeing persistence, in a way.

HANA’S NOTE-Mommy wasn’t home when we got back from Papa’s doctor. We went all over the house, looking for her, then Papa saw a note on his phone and told me she was running an errand. I felt better then.

EXPANDING CIRCLES:Maryland- The Old Line State has seen me 20 times, over the years. First was on a train that stopped in Baltimore, (1969), and about eight times while I was at Fort Myer, walking to places like Rockville and Coral Hills, suburbs of Washington. I visited an Army buddy and his family in Essex, east of Baltimore, in 1972. Baltimore itself, Annapolis, St.Marys, La Plata,Assateague, Hagerstown, Frederick, Hancock and Cumberland have all been stopovers, Havre de Grace is the home of an online friend and is thus on a future itinerary.

The Turf- Western Maryland is split between the Allegheny and the Blue Ridge Mountains. The Appalachian Trail goes through the state, around Hancock. East of the mountains lies the Piedmont, around Frederick, Hagerstown and Columbia, then northeast to Elkton. The Coastal Plain covers the area from Baltimore south to La Plata and Lexington Park, and takes in the Eastern Shore of Chesapeake Bay. Maryland is drained by the Potomac, Patapsco, Patuxent,and Susquehanna Rivers and their tributaries.. Chesapeake Bay receives the waters of these rivers and streams.

First Nations- Maryland is the ancestral home of the Choptank, Nanticoke, Lenape, Matapeake and Susqueannock peoples. The Piscataway and Accohanock are recognized by the State, and still maintain communities in Maryland. There is a large community of Lumbees in Baltimore. The other nations have dispersed to the Great Lakes region, Oklahoma and Ontario, Most departures of indigenous people from Maryland have been voluntary and were affirmed by treaty.

Where I most feel at home- Essex, Cabin John, Hagerstown, Hancock, St. Marys. Annapolis.

Where I most feel at peace- Hancock, Havre de Grace

NEXT: Delaware

The Hana Chronicles: Month 8, Day 15

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September 5, 2026- Hana carefully observed two visitors today. One was a fast-talking salesman, trying to drum up business for his pest control company. She smiled wanly at him, but didn’t offer her customary “Hi”. The second, a plumber, was here to look at an area of our concern. She smiled a lot more at him, and said “Hi”. My grandchild already has a sense of people.

She again talked a lot, and was glad that I sat down with her, while Mom and Dad were fixing dinner. I told her that I was glad she was using her teething ring, and she showed me the toy. Her top lateral incisors (canines) are coming in, and so she is chewing on a lot of teething rings-and a few things that aren’t.

HANA’S NOTE- I like to be able to choose my own activities. Papa lets me do that, so it’s fun to have him in the playpen.

YEAR IN REMEMBRANCE-2019 The day after the family wedding, last June, Aram asked Yunhee to marry him and she said “Yes”. They had a civil wedding in November of last year, on the island of Guam. On March 10, they had a Baha’i wedding, in Kwangju, South Korea. I was there, a few days early. The journey from Phoenix to Los Angeles was a lesson in patience (United left Phoenix two hours behind schedule), and I arrived at LAX, 90 minutes late, the result being that I was the last passenger to get on the plane for Seoul.

The wedding itself was small, by Korean standards, yet it was dignified and happy. The reception hall was full afterwards, and why not? The food was plentiful and tasty. Our family had now officially spanned the Pacific. I joined a family outing to Cheonju, a city with an interesting historic district and went with Aram and Yunhee’s father to a men’s spa. Gender-separate bath houses are very common in Korea. A day or two later, I flew back to the U.S. and my Korean family continued their Naval life.

I had cut ties with the unsettled woman, last October, after she threatened to see that I lost my job.. She nonetheless parked her RV at the park across the road from our little Quad. She never directly tried to pester me, but I knew I was being watched. That aside, I was starting to be affected by mold in my workspace; all of us-staff and students, were. It was affecting my judgment and my energy level. In late March, I threw my left knee out, taking a step down on stairs I had walked down dozens of times. It was a mild sprain, but after treatment and two weeks of P/T, I was okay again. In mid-April, though, a misunderstanding with another staff member led to my deciding to leave the Autism Program. The day that I resigned, the RV lady drove off and I have not seen her since.

In summer, I set out again on a cross-country journey- starting with a visit to an old friend in Coal Mine, AZ, then camping at Canyon de Chelly, before taking the customary northern route, through Albuquerque, Amarillo and Oklahoma, visiting with Xanga friends there. This time, though, I drove across Arkansas and Tennessee, visiting my friends in Crossville, then stopping in Chattanooga and Knoxville. I had Elantra serviced in Knoxville, then headed over to Asheville, NC, taking in that city’s elegant downtown. The road then took me to Tryon, NC, a town that I had briefly considered as a Home Base, sight unseen, in 2011. I might have been happy there, had Prescott not captivated me.

South Carolina brought satisfying visits to Columbia, Aiken, Hilton Head Island and Charleston. I took in Fort Sumter, another spot on Penny’s 2007 virtual field trip itinerary that we had not fulfilled. Back in North Carolina, I visited a Baha’i friend in Salisbury and stopped in Raleigh, to do laundry and spend time in the Capitol District. Another visit with dear Xanga friend in Virginia Beach, was followed by a drive across Chesapeake Bay to Cape Charles and Virginia’s Eastern Shore. It was fascinating top watch the ponies at Assateague, frolicking in the surf. Then came a stop in Dover, DE-the compact and delightful capital of the First State. My Oley stop followed, then up through PA to New York, and a visit to West Point-the last of the three Service Academies I’ve visited. My Dad had always wanted to go there, so I fulfilled his wish for him. Popeye Doyle (“The French Connection”) never went to Poughkeepsie-the foil in one of his throwaway lines in that movie. I spent a day or so in the town and in nearby Newburgh. Lovely area, along the Hudson River, though both cities were a tad rundown.

Going north, I decided to drive through Massachusetts’ southwest corner, stopping in the southern Berkshires, at Egremont. In Saugus, for Independence Day, saw fireworks and had quality time with Mom and my siblings. I made a return visit to Amherst, and my alma mater-University of Massachusetts, then toured Mt. Holyoke, a women’s university, south of town. Across Connecticut, I sopped in Danbury and spent time with that city’s Revolutionary War sites. The next main stops were Pittsburgh, for a Baha’i Holy Day gathering, Mishawaka, Chicago-for a night in Wrigleyville, near the Cubs Stadium, Wilmette, Wapello, IA, Kansas City and a small town named Satanta,KS. I paid respects to the fallen at Silver Creek, CO, a solemn cap to my sojourn.

Fall brought me back into substitute teaching, with a more connected sense of mission. I chose my assignments more discerningly, going forward.