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In honor of my father — Charles Paska

By Susan Manzke

I shared this account in my column in 2015. I’m sharing it again here today.           

I bought a stereo that will take phonograph records or cassette tapes and transfer them to an audio CD. The main reason for this purchase was to take a recording of my late father, made in March 1991, and digitize it to share with family. The crazy thing was I couldn’t find the saved cassette.

            Frantically I searched the house and all the drawers where I thought it could be. Tears filled my eyes when I thought it was gone forever. My last resort was to ask my sainted mother for help. She’s my patron saint of lost items because she was always losing things. The moment I finished my prayer to Mom I turned over a piece of paper and there was the cassette.

            Since April 10th is my father’s birthday (Mom’s is April 19th), I’d like to share one of his WWII stories. The cassette recording was made because our daughter Rachel had a school assignment to ask relatives about the past. Rachel was eight years old at the time.

            Rachel began her interview: “So Grandpa how was it in the Civil War?” I laughed so hard I was asked to leave the room. Eventually, Rachel asked about WWII. Here’s some of what my father told her.

            “I was in the infantry. . . . They were the guys with the rifles. After the airplanes and tanks went in and bombed, we were the ones who went in after and cleaned out the enemy, house by house.” (Dad turned twenty years old while on the battle field.)

            It took some encouragement to get my dad to talk about earning the Bronze star. Finally he said, “I got the Bronze star for winching a whole battalion across a river that was under direct enemy fire. . . . There really isn’t much to tell, except Thumper, he was my assistant driver, he would take the cable and hook it up to a Jeep across the river. I didn’t even try winching it because the winch was too slow (here Dad made a sound of a slow winch). If we used it the Germans would have blown us up into a hundred little pieces.

            “These were mostly Jeeps from H Company, so it wasn’t hard to pull them across. I had a ton and a half. Thumper would pull the winch across and I put it in reverse and go like hell backwards because the winch was in front.

            “We got everybody across and when we were getting toward the end, a shell hit right near my truck. It blew me out of the truck. It blew off the spare tire that was right next to me in the truck. I landed on my back in the water on a rock. I got up and jumped back in the Jeep and away we went again, Thumper and I finished pulling the last one across. The Colonel said, “That was fine work, fine work. I want to get your name. Later, the First Sargent got my name and I got the Bronze Star for that. (Wikipedia: The Bronze Star was awarded for acts of heroism, meritorious achievement, or meritorious service in a combat zone.)

            “And then we got the Presidential Citation, too. That’s from the president of the United States. That was for letting the German tanks run over us in foxholes and when the tanks were past us we got up out of our foxholes and killed off the German infantry following the tanks. The tanks didn’t like to ride any place without armored infantry because then you could jump up on the tank and throw a hand grenade down the smokestack . . .” (Wikipedia: the Presidential Unit Citation was for extraordinary heroism in action against an armed enemy.)

            After that story Dad tired of talking and ended the recording. Two months later he died of pancreatic cancer. Our family continues to be proud of him and now his great-grandchildren have a recording to keep forever.

Charles (Charlie) Paska in the army.

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New garden sink

It was delivered by UPS yesterday.

Not too hard to put together except for banging the fittings in place on the metal legs.

I thought this would come in handy when kids and grandkids are visiting. They could use this for washing up outside.

The trouble is that it just gushes water out the bottom, so if you are not careful, you’ll have wet feet–also the faucet swings about too easily so that could get you wet, too.

I’m trying to think of a way to add a bit of hose so I can direct the drain water into the flower bed or grass.

At least I got it together….I think. There’s usually something I didn’t do right, but I have faith that one of my kids will figure out where I went wrong.

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Weekend helpers

Sometimes I can just sit back and watch someone else work. This past weekend that’s just what I did.

On Saturday, son Russell and his son Harrison came for a visit.

Harrison and Russell working together.

Russell put in new belts, starter, battery, and I don’t know what all in the cart.

At the end of the day, Russell took a ride on his dad’s zero-turn mower.

Last year, Russ built the framework for the mower so his dad could do one of his favorite things, mow. Bob was so pleased that he could actually work all last summer because of this creation of Russell’s.

I didn’t know this, but after all that he built for Bob last year, this ride on June 6th was the first time Russell drove the machine himself and he enjoyed zooming around the yard, too.

Sunday, Rob and family arrived for a visit and a bit of work, too.

While Rob did some needed weed whacking, Caleb mowed.

Caleb got to a few patches of grass on our mound system that I missed.

Meanwhile, Aryana got to know my new kitten.

We kept our distance, visiting outside, but that worked.

I wore myself out just being happy.

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Father and sons

When Rachel, Dave, Eli, Arianna, and Wyatt visited over the weekend, it was to camp out in the backyard, but it wasn’t all fun and games.

Dave took a look at one of Bob’s tractors to see if he could get it running–there are tricks to get it going and Dave figured them all out.

He then drove it over to the log splitter Bob and his dad made many years ago. Hooking up the hydraulics would have been a challenge, but I happened to remember a bit so that Dave had a good start.

Eli is on the tractor seat. Dave is putting logs on the splitter. Wyatt watches from the sidelines.

Once the tractor and log splitter were working, Dave took a position in front to set in the logs and Eli sat on the tractor, working the hydraulic levers.

Eli helping Dad by working the hydraulic levers.

Father and son worked well together. Since the running tractor made a lot of noise, most directions between the two were hand signals.

It was so good to see the machines working again.

Now we have more firewood drying out for future campfires thanks to Dave and Eli.

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Animals are her thing

Granddaughter Arianna loves animals. When she’s been on the farm she has picked up frogs and chicks. This day was a time for furry friends.

On a cool evening, Arianna shared her blanket with Joy, her family’s new rescue puppy.

The following day, Car-E, my rescue kitten, was in Arianna’s arms. The dog and the cat wouldn’t sit quietly together, but I bet if Arianna had time she would teach them to be friends, too.

This girl will grow up either taking care of animals or rescuing them. Or maybe both.

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