The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Waiting
Never a dull moment, eh?
Later:
The doc says it's nothing really serious like an infected corneal abradion - just some inflammation that we're treating with steroid eyedrops and anti-inflammatory meds. He wants me back a week from Wednesday for follow-up. In the meantime, it's glasses and no contacts.
He dilated my pupils just for good measure and sent me out into the blazing Arkansas morning sun with sunglasses inserts for my glasses. Now, at 1:45 p.m., I'm starting to get some clarity back in my vision.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
LIZARD!!!!!
I glimpsed a flash of movement by my feet as I walked from the car to the garage a few minutes ago and spied a lizard with a brilliant blue tail scurrying up the brick wall between the garage door and the electrical panel.
I called Maria out to have a look and neither of us had any idea what it was. It scooted under the electrical panel before I could bring a camera to bear.
But a Google search for "lizard blue tail" quickly revealed this photo and the information that our visitor was a five-lined skink, one of the most common lizards in the eastern United States. I guess I've not been paying attention all these years, because I don't recall ever seeing one of these guys before. It was about 5 inches long.
Getting ready
The woman who coordinates these things says she's pretty sure about 13 participants, but it could be more like 30.
As I mentioned some weeks ago, the challenge is to structure a course that will be useful to the complete novice whike keeping the more advanced shooters engaged.
I think I'll devote the first half of the 90-minute sessions to technical stuff and the second half to looking at and critiquing pictures.
After all, pictures are what this is all about and everyone in there ought to enjoy looking at photos.
I just bought 100 stick-on nametags which I won't be able to read in a room darkened for the computer projector. But they'll come in handy during the mid-session breaks.
I will, of course, want to see some of what the students are shooting. I'll post some of their pics here if I think they're worth sharing.
Is it the NOW or the NOC?
From the Sydney (Australia) Morning Herald:
Miranda Devine
September 4, 2008
You would think the prospect of a woman in the White House as US vice-president - and a working mother to boot - would be welcomed by feminists. Not one bit.
The excoriation of the Alaskan Governor, Sarah Palin, since John McCain unveiled her as his surprise running mate last week just goes to show that establishment feminists are only champions of women who subscribe to a narrow set of left-wing positions. They despise conservative women more than any man, and civil wars are always the most vicious.
Which is why the largest American feminist group, the National Organisation for Women, wasted no time issuing a statement saying it did not endorse Palin because she was not the "right woman" and did not speak "for" women.
Palin is not "for" women because she is pro-life, the organisation said. Old-school feminists have long seen abortion on demand as an article of faith, even though half of all foetuses are female and the views on abortion among women are mixed, with opposition to late-term abortions growing.
Palin calls herself a feminist. As a member of the "Feminists for Life of America" pro-life group, she's just the wrong type. "I believe in the strength and the power of women, and the potential of every human life," she says.
The youngest of her five children, four-month-old son Trig, was born with Down syndrome. The disability was picked up during the pregnancy and her choice to go to term has struck a chord with America's "faith-based community." She said of her baby in a recent interview: "I'm looking at him right now and I see perfection. Yeah, he has an extra chromosome. I keep thinking: 'In our world, what is normal and what is perfect?'."
You might think such a joyous human reaction should be applauded by anyone. But the reaction of left-wing establishment feminists to Palin is visceral hatred.
In a column titled, "A feminist appalled by Palin", The Huffington Post's Sarah Seltzer described her reaction when she heard of Palin's nomination. "I was on the elliptical trainer, and my rage propelled me to the most furious workout I've had in a while … a lot of feminists out there are appalled by the cynicism and condescension inherent in this choice … It's no rare thing for the right wing to use prominent women to keep the rest of us down. But just because Sarah Palin is a woman doesn't mean she's good for women."
But being blackballed by the National Organisation for Women and denounced by enraged lefties is a plus for Palin, whose great appeal is the nose-thumbing ballsiness of her politically incorrect persona. She's a hunting, shooting former beauty queen/mother of five/career woman with a hunky blue-collar husband who not only works on oil rigs and runs a commercial fishing operation but is part Inuit and a snowmobile racer who has been dubbed Alaska's First Dude.
Palin is just so good you wonder if she is human or a cyborg created in Republican Party headquarters.
The attacks on her expose the elitism, condescension and moral rootlessness of the feminist establishment. It will serve to shore up support for Palin among those who are not so intolerant.
Her political life story does not begin in the usual feminist training grounds, not from a desire for power but a desire to help out at her children's school. In her first speech with McCain last week she paid tribute to her husband and described how she got into politics. "We were busy raising our kids. I was serving as the team mom and coaching some basketball on the side. I got involved in the PTA [school parents' group] and then was elected to the city council and then elected mayor of my hometown."
Her political trajectory will resonate with any "average hockey mom". But anti-Palin forces in the US media have been doing their best to marginalise her as a dangerous "right-wing extremist" "fanatically anti-abortion", "hard right", "global warming-denying", a "rabid conservative", and a "fire-breather".
No evidence is produced. She has been painted as a loopy Christian proponent of creationism, hell-bent on having the theory of evolution replaced in schools. But in fact, in what appears to be her trademark reasonable style, this is what she said about creationism in 2006 while running for the Alaskan governorship.
"I don't think there should be a prohibition against debate if it comes up in class. It doesn't have to be part of the curriculum … Don't be afraid of information."
She is attacked as a homophobe, yet her first veto as Governor was to block legislation taking away health benefits from same-sex partners of public service employees.
This week she was branded a liar, covering up the fact that Trig was the child of her 17-year-old daughter, Bristol. The story wasn't true but it developed such momentum she was forced to reveal Bristol was pregnant and was planning to marry the father.
It does sound like a soap opera, but busy real lives can get messy, as anyone with one knows.
Then there is the question of Trig, who Palin is reportedly still breast-feeding. "What I've had to do … is, in the middle of the night, put down the BlackBerry and pick up the breast pump," she said last week.
How can a mother of five with a disabled baby manage to campaign for the vice-presidency while giving adequate attention to her children? Does it expose a selfish ambition? These are questions being asked most prominently by feminist women, of all people. As The New York Times put it: "Palin has set off a fierce argument among women about whether there are enough hours in the day for her to take on the vice-presidency, and whether she is right to try."
But these questions would not be asked of a man, and in any case Palin's husband Todd has taken leave from his job to take care of his family. Palin's family choices are not what every mother wants but they are choices plenty of our most accomplished women have made for at least two generations.
Palin is a woman who does seem to be able to do it all, yet feminists don't believe she should. So who is holding women back from the glass ceiling?
Digitized
To the best of my knowledge, this great album - Night Train by Buddy Morrow and his Orchestra - was never released as a CD.
I got my copy around 1959 when I joined the Columbia Record Club as a high school freshman. There's no copyright date on the album, but the liner notes reference Buddy Morrow and his band playing in "all 48 states," which means it was written prior to Alaska statehood on Jan. 3, 1959. Consequently, it's at least 50 years old.
Anyhow, I'm pleased to have this old favorite from my early high school years in my iPod at last.
Now, on to other music I haven't heard since I converted to CDs...
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Howl yes

Sporting my new ASU Red Wolves shirt at Barnes & Noble. Today is ASU's first home football game and the tailgate parties were going full blast when we drove past the stadium.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Gooooooooooooooooobertown!
Now that Lauri has received her pink Goobertown t-shirt, I can post this photo of Morgan at the Goobertown Grocery sporting her black version.![]()
The folks who run the store have a photo of country singer Trace Adkins - the guy who sang the National Anthem to open tonight's session of the Republican National Convention - wearing an identical black Goobertown t-shirt while performing in concert.
All the best people have them...
I'll need one if I decide to attend the Delphi (Ind.) High School Class of 1963 reunion this fall.
Digitizing
After a couple of false starts, I'm up and running in my effort to digitize the best of my old vinyl.
My first project with the Numark TT-USB turntable Dom gave me was the 1977 Electric Light Orchestra album Out of the Blue. I think I only
played it once and that was to make a cassette recording of it. After I got into cassette recording, my habit was to play the vinyl album once for recording purposes and then file it. Consequently, I have a lot of really pristine vinyl.
I was never a big ELO fan, but Maria and her brothers were/are because ELO was popular during their formative years. So I figured Maria should be the first beneficiary of my work.
The recommended software is a freeware program called Audacity and it's fairly intuitive. There are more sophisticated - i.e. not free - programs out there, but this should be just fine for my iPod digitizing needs.
Shots from the road
Here's a wind turbine blade headed west on I-74 somewhere between Danville and Champaign, Ill.
I find it really encouraging to see the components of new wind farms on the highways. There's something about getting electricity from wind power that feels like cheating - getting something for free. I realize that it will be some time before these big wind turbines pay for themselves, but it still feels like free electricity.
And here's what the management of a Circle K gas station/convenience store in Champaign, Ill., think guys like in the way of restroom decor. You can check your weight buy condoms and get a shot of cologne all in one spot. Of course, the paper towel dispenser needed refilling and we are forced to use the loose roll of towel paper atop the cologne dispenser.
The final stats from my Garmin GPS:
Total miles: 968.5
Moving time: 15 hours, 47 minutes
Moving average speed: 61.3 mph
Maximum speed: 80.7 mph
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Indiana report

OK, so I didn't update from the road yesterday.
My focus on was on driving and it's a hassle to try to blog from a Treo smartphone while I'm at the wheel. Dangerous too.
It's about 10:45 a.m. on Wednesday and I'm sitting on a couch at the Crawfordsville Public Library, using their free Wifi to catch up on email and blogging.
The drive to Indiana yesterday was easy and non-eventful. Shortly after I got onto I-55 near Hayti in southeast Missouri, I noticed one convoy of electric utility trucks after another headed south toward Louisiana and New Orleans. Over the next 375 or so miles to Indianapolis, I counted 183 utility company or tree service vehicles headed in that direction. The last I saw was a convoy of 17 big orange Asplundh bucket trucks headed west on I-70 near the Indianapolis International Airport. So it's clear that people are converging on Louisiana to help with recovery from hurricane Gustav.
The cops were out in force along I-57 on the 30-mile stretch north of Cairo, Ill., so I set my cruise control on 67 (posted speed limit is 65 mph) and let the ticket-bait blow past me.
I phoned the Watson's service department for advice on how to drain a hot tub for winter and learned I needed a wet-dry ShopVac to suck the water out of the pump. We have two ShopVacs and they're both in Arkansas, so I was faced with the prospect of buying a third.
I phoned our friend Lauri a few minutes later and was lamenting the ShopVac purchase. No problem, she said. She and Jim don't have one and can use one, so just sell it to her for what I paid for it after the hot tub job is done.
Cool!
Next, I called my friend Dom in Indianapolis. While we were at the Baloughs' house in Colorado in July, Dom offered me a USB turntable he had bought with the intention of digitizing his record albums. Turns out there is some kind of electrical problem - probably unshielded wiring - that causes unacceptable noise in the signal from the turntable. So he offered it to me for the cost of shipping.
Dom had it all packed up for me when I got to his place about 4:10 p.m., so now I have even more stuff to do when I get home.
I also phoned Maria's parents and arranged to crash at their house for the night. I bought a $29.95 Ridgid wet-dry vac at a Home Depot in Indianapolis, noting that they apparently don't carry the ShopVac line.
I then drove directly to our Thorntown house where I pulled the access panel off of the hot tub, shut off the power, connected the garden hose I'd brought with me and opened the drain valve. Then it was off to dinner at my in-laws' house, some TV and bed.
The Ridgid wet-dry vac did a fabulous job of sucking the last few gallons of water from depressions in the seats and below the drain level on the hot tub. I disconnected the pipe to the pump, poked the vacuum hose into the opening and used my fingers to form something of a seal around the connection, hoping that there was enough suction to pull the water from the pump.
There was. I shut off the vacuum and opened the tank to find several gallons of water where none had been before. Voila!
It was one of those ultra-rare (in my case, anyway) situations where a job turned out to be easier than expected.
Maria and I had discussed me bringing back a wash stand and/or a bookcase, but the Subaru was already so full of stuff - air bed, turntable, waterproof bag with sleeping bag and pillow, duffel with clothes and toiletries, tools, wet-dry vac, etc., that it would have been a major hassle getting anything large aboard.
Besides, the temperature was already in the sticky humid 90s and I was sweating profusely from what little work I'd done already. So those things will have to wait for another day.
I'm meeting Lauri for lunch at noon, then I'm back on the road to Arkansas. I rather expect my stay in Indiana will amount to something a little less than 24 hours.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
On the road again

Heading up to Thorntown this morning to check on our house and drain the hot tub.
Watch for reports from the road.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Just a year ago
Saturday was the first anniversary of Maria's last day at the Crawfordsville Journal Review. The staff took her to lunch at the Creekside Lodge.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Fender bass
Ford has a commercial airing in England featuring a 31-piece orchestra with instruments made from parts of a couple of five-door Ford Focuses.
They include such things as a rear suspension spike fiddle and a door harp and, of course, the fender bass pictured above.
Mister Hanky at home in South Park
Mister Hanky, the Christmas Poo from the South Park TV series decorates a building at the west end of Front Street in Fairplay, Colo.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Remembering the Greatest Generation
This story appeared in the Metro North section of The Indianapolis News and The Indianapolis Star the day before Valentine's Day, 1998.
Killed in France in 1944, Raymond Kelley
Still Takes Care Of His Bride
Daphne Cavin with a photo of first husband Raymond Kelley, killed in France in World War II.
By John M. Flora
STAFF WRITER
LEBANON, Ind. – “This is a love story,” said Daphne Cavin with a smile as she swung open the big photo album on her daughter's dining room table.
With aging black-and-white snapshots and other mementos Scotch taped to its black pages, the album is the 78-year-old Lebanon woman's fondest keepsake of her first love and a Boone County boy who died in France more than half a century ago.
Daphne was 21 and Raymond Kelley was 19 when mutual friend Mamie Gates introduced them at a Sunday school party in August of 1941.
Daphne was a beautician in Lebanon at the time and Raymond was working for Kingan Meat Co. in Indianapolis. They began dating and seeing more of each other.
Raymond was visiting at her parents' home just south of Lebanon on Old U.S. 52 on Sunday, Dec. 7, 1941, when news came over the radio about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. “I was sitting on his lap and he pushed me off and ran into the kitchen to tell my mother,” she recalled.
Despite an uncertain wartime future, Daphne and Raymond were married the next June at her parents' house.
Daphne and Raymond's wedding photo.
“It was a windy day,” she said, pointing to a photo of the slightly windblown, but happy couple in the front yard of the farmhouse.
On the next page were photos of Daphne and Raymond and some of her nieces and nephews from Kansas, gathered at the family home for a reunion a few months into their marriage.
Raymond's draft notice arrived Oct. 26 and a short time later he left for training at Camp Shelby near Hattiesburg, Miss.
“I went down and visited him over Christmas and went back at Eastertime,” she said, pointing to snapshots from those happy times. “We stayed at the Methodist parsonage and I remember we stood up with another couple who got married – the girl was from New York.”
Raymond's training took him to California for desert maneuvers in the spring of 1943, but he managed to get home for an 11-day furlough in June. In true Army fashion, as soon as he returned to his post in California he was transferred to Trenton, N.J.
Daphne visited Raymond in Trenton before he shipped out for North Africa. From there, his unit participated in the Allied invasion of Italy, going ashore at Anzio.
“Raymond was wounded by a land mine at Anzio,” she said, turning a page to reveal a small yellow pennant with a crude black skull and crossbones. The marker was a souvenir of the German mine that sent Raymond home from March to June, 1944, with a shoulder wound.
By August, Raymond was back with his 45th Infantry Division buddies for an Allied invasion of southern France.
On September 10, the day before troops from this southern spearhead linked up with their comrades fighting east from the beaches of Normandy, Raymond was killed. He was fatally wounded as his unit prepared to take the French town of Mancrenans.
Daphne said she learned a piece of German shrapnel was deflected by an overhead tree branch and pierced his heart, killing him instantly.
About three weeks later, Daphne recalled, she was notified he was missing. A short time after that, she was at her sister's home when Baptist Pastor Larue Jensen came to the door with word that Raymond was dead.
“I looked up and I knew then what had happened,” she said, recalling how Rev. Jensen refused to make any more death notifications – Raymond Kelley's being his third in a month.
“The Red Cross took it over after that,” she said.
Tucked into the black pages were the contents of Raymond's wallet the day he was killed. There was a picture of Daphne, his Indiana driver's license, his Social Security card, a poem Daphne had sent him titled “When you Come Home” and a lock of bright red hair.
“That's my hair,” she said, acknowledging her hair color today is brown with flecks of gray. And there, along with Raymond's red-and-gold 45th Division Thunderbird patch and his blue-and-silver combat infantryman's badge is the Western Union telegram every soldier's wife and parents dreaded most. The lines of teletyped text, hammered out on paper tape and pasted to the yellowing telegram form, intoned, “The Secretary of War asks that I assure you of his deepest sympathy in the loss of your husband, Private First Class Raymond R. Kelley, who was previously reported missing in action. Report now states he was killed in action on ten September in France...”
When she learned the date of her husband's death, Daphne suddenly remembered a dream she'd had about that time. Raymond came to her in the dream, she said, and without speaking, took her into his arms.
“I can remember feeling his hands on my back,” she said, recalling how her husband seemed to want to comfort and reassure her. “He looked so well in that dream,” she said. “I didn't think about it too much until later... I'm not one to believe in visions, but I really do believe things like this happen sometimes.”
Raymond was buried in an expansive Allied cemetery at Epinal. A group of French students from Zionsville Middle School visited his grave last June and held a brief memorial service there on the grassy plateau 100 feet above the Moselle River. They brought back photos of the site for Daphne's album.
Supported by Raymond's survivor's benefits and her beautician's earnings, Daphne lived alone until 1950 when she married Marvin Cavin, a rural Boone County farmer.
When she married Marvin, Daphne gave the scrap book to her sister, lest her new husband think she was pining for Raymond.
“I also gave her my first wedding ring,” she said. “I thought I could just forget the past and go ahead.”
“I'm sure I cared for Raymond just as much as I did for Marvin and I think Marvin sensed that. I remember he said, ‘One person can never take another person's place, but they make a place of their own.’ I think that was very wise.”
The Cavins had four children – Janie, twins Oren and Loren and Nancy. Marvin gave up on farming in the mid-1960s and went to work for the Boone County Farm Bureau Co-Op.
Daphne concedes “I might have made a mistake not telling my children much about Raymond, but I didn't want it rubbed in on my children. I didn't talk to them about it because of their feelings for their dad.
“He was a very good father and a very good husband and I cared for him just as much.”
Daughter Janie Strawmyer remembers wondering about her mother's first marriage.
“We were inquisitive and I suppose we would have asked more about it, but I guess we felt it was something she didn't want to talk about... that it was too painful for her to talk about,” she said
In 1974, as the Cavins were beginning to think about retirement, Marvin was diagnosed with cancer. He died the following March.
“I would have loved to have been able to retire with him,” Daphne said. “It was a big disappointment, but I was disappointed when no one came home from the war, too.”
Soon after Marvin died, Daphne's sister returned the album of mementos of her her first marriage.
“It was hard when she brought it back, yet it opened up a lot of memories for me that I had buried,” she said. “We put on a lot of false gaiety during the war.”
Also a World War II veteran, Marvin Cavin was never sent overseas. An acquaintance with the Disabled American Veterans, who attended Marvin's funeral, learned about Daphne's earlier marriage to Raymond and suggested she might now be eligible again for Raymond's survivor's benefits.
“I could hardly believe it. There I was at the age of 55 having to make my own living again. It started out at about $200 a month and now it's up to $833 a month. It was like manna from Heaven,” she said.
Daphne now lives with daughter Nancy Freshour on Lebanon's northside, supported by Social Security from her own labors and Marvin's as well as Raymond's survivor benefits.
“I guess you could say that Raymond is still taking care of me after all of these years,” she said, caressing the faded portrait of the young soldier.
“He would be 75 now, but he was 22 when he was killed and that's how I think of him.”
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Thousands More War Widows
May Be Entitled To Benefits
By John Flora
STAFF WRITER
Veterans' affairs experts say there may be thousands of widows who are unknowingly entitled to the same benefits Daphne Cavin is collecting.
“We don't have any hard and fast numbers,” said Phil Budahn, a spokesman for the American Legion in Washington, D.C., “but anecdotally, there is plenty of evidence to suggest this is something people are not aware of.”
Budhan emphasized that survivor benefits are paid to survivors of military personnel who die on active duty or as a direct result of an injury associated with service. That also includes reservists and National Guardsmen who are injured during active service. Likewise, he said, dependency and indemnity compensation is available to children under 18 and any child – including a service man or woman's adult child who has a disability that makes them incapable of self-support, so long as the disability developed before the child's 18th birthday.
Rick Randle, public information with the Department of Veterans Affairs Regional Office in Indianapolis, agreed Daphne's experience is not uncommon.
“I think a lot of people, once they re-marry, believe they are no longer entitled to any benefits, but they do not know that if their spouse dies or they get a divorce, they can reapply for the benefits,” Randle said.
Budhan said a movement in the late 1980s to tighten survivor benefits resulted in a ruling that the widow's second marriage must have ended by Nov. 5, 1990, to have benefits re-instated.
“This is something the Legion opposes,” he said.
“We have fought to reinstate the old rules, but widows and widowers should be aware they will lose benefits if they re-marry.”
Randle said there are 7,985 widows of U.S. wars living in Indiana.
“The bottom line for veterans and their families and survivors,” Budhan said, “is to recognize that Veterans Administration benefits are a legal maze and they shouldn't try to find their way through that by themselves.
“There are organizations like the American Legion who have trained professionals who offer free help to any veteran or spouse of asks,” he said, noting that most Indiana counties have a veterans service officer available to help sort out benefit problems.
NBC Nightly News producer Eric Wishnie waits as sound man Johnny Scott clips a microphone to Daphne's collar. Wishnie, Scott and cameraman Mike Stephen traveled to Lebanon, Ind., May 19 to include Daphne in Tom Brokaw's Home of the Brave series on Nightly News. It aired May 22, 1998.
This story appeared in the May 22, 1998 Metro North section of The Star & The News
By John M. Flora
STAFF WRITER
LEBANON, Ind. – Daphne Cavin's story of young love cut short by World War II will be featured on NBC Nightly News tonight.
Daphne was married just 26 months when her young husband, Raymond Kelley, died in combat in France in September 1944.
The 78-year-old Lebanon woman shared her scrapbook, memories and heartbreak with a reporter from The Star & The News for a story published in the Feb. 13 Metro North section of the papers.
A few weeks ago, that story came to the attention of Eric Wishnie, a producer for NBC Nightly News in New York.
Wishnie had been assigned by Nightly News anchor Tom Brokaw to find stories about the generation of Americans who came of age during World War II.
Using Lexis-Nexis, an electronic information service that accesses newspaper and magazine archives and other databases, Wishnie discovered Daphne's story and was charmed by it.
It was also the perfect story to dovetail with Friday's scheduled dedication of a monument to World War II veterans in downtown Indianapolis. The ceremonies, which are part of the 500 Festival Memorial Service, will be attended by former presidential candidate and disabled World War II veteran Bob Dole and Gov. Frank O'Bannon.
Wishnie and an NBC crew came to Lebanon Tuesday to interview Daphne for a segment to be narrated by Brokaw. Brokaw will be at the services Friday and will meet Daphne, her children and grandchildren.
“In the last 18 months or so, Nightly News has done about a dozen stories on the World War II generation,” Wishnie explained. “The idea is that this generation built America into what it is today and they never whined about what they had to go through. Now they're getting a little older and we don't pay enough mind to them...
“We don't spend enough time talking about the sacrifices people made who didn't go off to war – not just the worries they had about their spouses, but raising children on their own and working to keep up,” he said.
So, as NBC cameraman Mike Stephen and sound man Johnny Scott recorded the scene, Daphne spent much of Tuesday remembering what it was like to have a marriage with a young soldier – stealing a few days here and there during leaves and furloughs before he was shipped overseas.
She lovingly showed the black-and-white photos of their wedding and their happy times together and she pointed with pride to Raymond's uniform patches combat infantryman's badge. And she sadly unfolded the brittle one-page Western Union telegram that carried the news of Raymond's death in France.
Daphne and Raymond had no children. She married Marvin Cavin, a Boone County farmer, in 1950, and they had two daughters and twin sons. In 1974, when Cavin was beginning to think about retirement from the Boone County Farm Bureau Co-op, he was diagnosed with cancer. He died less than a year later.
“I would have loved to have been able to retire with him,”' Daphne said. “It was a big disappointment. But I was disappointed when no one came home from the war, too.”
Wishnie, whose job it is to piece together the three-minute segment he expects will air at the end of tonight's newscast, said Wednesday he was touched by Daphne's willingness to share such intimate bittersweet memories.
“I just hope I can do justice to her story,” he said from his New York office.
“This all makes me feel rather humble,” Daphne said. “I'm overwhelmed by the attention. I think my children are getting more of a kick out of this than I am. They think it's wonderful.
“I just think people are going to get sick of hearing about me,” said Daphne. “There's nothing special about me. I'm just one of the many.”
The Story Behind the Story
Daphne Cavin first phoned me sometime shortly after Christmas, 1997. She explained that a group of French students from Zionsville, Ind., had visited the grave of her first husband, Raymond Kelley, during a class trip to France the previous spring. She had been hoping for a small story in her local newspaper, The Lebanon Reporter, to recognize the Zionsville kids for their thoughtful gesture in memory of the only Boone County serviceman believed buried in the Allied cemetery at Epinal.
She had been in touch with a young reporter named Danielle Gates, a granddaughter of Mamie Gates, who had introduced Daphne and Raymond back in the summer of 1941. She gave Danielle some of the photos taken by the Zionsville student group and waited for the story to appear. Finally, late in 1997, Danielle left the Lebanon paper for a newspaper job in Kokomo, Ind. She hadn't written the story and she didn't return the photos. It was clear she'd blown Daphne off.
“Do you think this would make a story?” Daphne asked me on the phone that winter afternoon.
I turned the thing over in my mind. The pictures from the cemetery visit were now more than six months old. We'd lost our news peg upon which to hang any story about the Zionsville kids. I had no idea where this story was going and how I could make the Metro North reader believe it was news. We weren't close enough to Memorial Day or Veterans Day for a seasonal tie-in, but I felt there was something here. I wanted to hear Daphne's story.
I finally got to Lebanon to meet Daphne around the first week of February. She welcomed me into the home she shares with her daughter and granddaughter and we sat down at their dining room table to go through her scrapbook. It only took about a minute for me to realize that the Zionsville kids weren't the story. Daphne was the story.
I was at once fascinated and charmed by this woman and her love for both of her husbands. I was honored when she told me of the dream around the time of Raymond's death when he came to her and wordlessly comforted her, especially when she said she'd never told anyone else about that dream, not even her children. She asked me not to mention the dream in my story.
A few days later, as I wrote the story, I realized I had to mention the dream. I phoned Daphne and asked permission to include it. Her acquiescence was as good as getting a raise.
I was humbled to learn that much of what Daphne shared with me that afternoon, she had never told her own children. I worried that they might be upset seeing this stuff in print and Daphne wisely had the same concerns. Over the next day or so, she spoke with her two sons and two daughters and told them all the things she had never before mentioned about her first love. I like to think our interview helped bring her family a little closer together and gave her children and grandchildren a deeper appreciation of this remarkable woman.
My greatest disappointment about my story is that it never ran in the regular editions of The Star & The News, appearing only in a section that goes to the three north suburban counties of the Metropolitan Indianapolis area.
Even so, I know Daphne was very pleased with the story. She called me several times after it ran to thank me and to say how many people – old friends and complete strangers – had mentioned seeing it.
So when I learned Tom Brokaw was interested in Daphne's story, I was delighted. I was invited to the taping at Daphne's home. I was pleased to see producer Eric Wishnie had the same respect for her story as I. Eric and his crew spent about seven hours working with Daphne and her family and, when the final product aired three nights later, it was clear that Eric had truly connected with Daphne and crafted a wonderful story that her family will treasure forever.
Some writers feel territorial about stories like this. But, as I told Eric, this is really Daphne's story and we're just taking turns telling it. I'm honored to have had the chance to share this woman's humanity with my readers.
The Saga Continued:
Daphne gets four pages in a #1 bestseller
Daphne's story is in Brokaw's book
By John M. Flora
STAFF WRITER
LEBANON, Ind. – This has been a year of celebrity and a year of healing for Daphne Cavin.
The spotlight of public attention fell on the 79-year-old Lebanon woman last February when the Metro North section of The Star and The News carried the poignant story of her short-lived wartime marriage to Raymond Kelley.
The attention intensified when the Metro North story came to the attention of NBC Nightly News anchor Tom Brokaw, leading to Daphne being featured in a Nightly News “Home of the Brave” segment. Brokaw came to Indianapolis to attend the Memorial Day dedication of a World War II veterans monument with Daphne.
He also included her in his new book about the World War II generation, The Greatest Generation. The book, released in time for the 1998 Christmas market, is leading several best-seller lists.
Raymond Kelley left his young bride a widow when he died in September 1944. A private first class in the 45th Infantry Division, Kelley was killed by an artillery shell burst as his unit prepared to take the town of Mancrenans in southern France. Daphne kept a scrapbook of mementos of her time with Raymond, but gave it to her sister for safekeeping in 1950 when she married Marvin Cavin, a Boone County farmer. She and Marvin had four children – daughters Janie and Nancy and twin sons Oren and Loren. They were looking forward to Marvin's retirement in 1974 when he was diagnosed with cancer. He died in March 1975. Soon after Marvin's funeral, Daphne learned her second husband's death re-qualified her for Raymond's World War II survivor's benefits.
“I could hardly believe it. There I was at the age of 55 having to make my own living again,” she said, adding the unexpected benefit started at about $200 a month and now is more than $800 a month. “I guess you could say that Raymond is still taking care of me after all of these years,” she said.
Before she shared her story with a Metro North reporter, Daphne hadn't told her children much about her first marriage. “I might have made a mistake not telling my children much about Raymond, but I didn't want it rubbed in on my children. I didn't talk to them about it because of their feelings for their dad.”
“When the story came out, it made me realize that they really were interested in it,” she said, adding that talking about Raymond eases the pain she still feels. “I can talk about it now, whereas five or six years ago I couldn't,” she said. “I realized I can open up and let all those feelings out.
“Five or six years ago, I would have had problems reading this book,” she said, holding the personal copy she received from Brokaw. While she likes the book, which uses four pages and five pictures to tell her story, she observed, “There are a few salty words in it. I'm kind of naive. I'm just not used to that.”
The frontispiece of the book bears the hand-written inscription: “Daphne, I loved telling the story of your first love. Tom Brokaw”
“This has been a really nice lift for her at this point in her life,” said daughter Janie Strawmyer, who is understandably proud of her mother's unexpected fame. “She takes it really humbly because other people have suffered a lot of hardships in their lives too. She stayed strong through her life and has been a good example for us children. Her faith keeps her going and I see that in my life, too.”
Daphne may return to network television in January. NBC producer Eric Wishnie, who produced Daphne's “Home of the Brave” segment in May, said NBC plans an hour-long documentary featuring eight or ten characters from Brokaw's book. He said there is a chance some of the footage from his piece on Daphne will be included. The special is scheduled to air Jan. 15, he said.
New York Times reviewer
Finds Daphne's story
“Most moving” in book
Michael Lind, Washington editor of Harper's Magazine and a senior
fellow at the New American Foundation, reviewed The Greatest Generation in the Dec. 27, 1998, New York Times Book Review.
He takes exception with some of Brokaw's historical conclusions but writes, “Perhaps the most moving story is that of Daphne Cavin, a beautician in Lebanon, Ind., whose husband, Raymond Kelley, went to war only months after their marriage and was killed in France in June 1944 at the age of 22...”
Brokaw's Best Seller Links Daphne
With A Buddy Who Was There
When Raymond Was Killed
This story appeared in The Indianapolis Star
On Christmas Eve, 1999
By John M. Flora
STAFF WRITER
LEBANON, Ind. – Daphne Cavin, whose story of young love cut short by World War II was included in Tom Brokaw's best-selling The Greatest Generation, is sleeping easier now.
Daphne, 80, had only been married to Raymond Kelley 26 months when he was killed in action in September, 1944. A private first class in the 45th Infantry Division, Kelley was killed as his unit prepared to take the town of Mancrenans in southern France.
With only the terse War Department telegram and a letter from her young husband's sergeant, Daphne knew precious little about the circumstances of Kelley's death. She pushed it to the back of her mind through a second marriage and the raising of four children, but the ache of not knowing how her first love died was always there.
Second husband Marvin Cavin died of cancer in 1975. Shortly after his death, she retrieved a scrapbook of her life with Kelley that she'd given to her sister for safekeeping when she married Marvin in 1950. As she turned the pages and gazed at the photos of that young red-haired Lebanon beautician and her handsome soldier, the memories flooded back. But until this month, she never knew the details of how she became a war widow. “I'd always wondered how he felt about being over there, whether he was unhappy or felt alone,” she said.
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A.C. Clark today and as a combat rifleman in Italy in 1944.
Then, three weeks ago, she got a letter from A.C. Clark – forwarded to her by Brokaw's staff. Clark, 77, Cookeville, Tenn., wrote to Brokaw to thank him for writing The Greatest Generation and wondered if Daphne would like to talk to one of her husband's buddies who was on patrol with him when he was killed. Daphne called Clark at his home about 80 miles east of Nashville the afternoon of Dec. 10.
“I'd always wanted to contact her,” said Clark, a retired agricultural extension service agent who also served two years as Tennessee commissioner of agriculture. “But I figured that maybe she'd married again and I didn't want to disrupt anything and bring back old memories. It was a good many years before I felt like I wanted to talk about all these things myself. I was sorry I didn't get in touch with her, but I just didn't know what to do about it.”
Clark said he was leafing through a friend's copy of The Greatest Generation when “there was Raymond's picture. It just fell open there.”
“I thought, ‘Here's a fellow I was with when he got killed.’ I got to thinking I would like to tell her what I knew. I wondered if she knew how he died,” he said.
Clark remembers it was a warm sunny day as he and Kelley were among 35-40 men in two platoons deployed on a hillside. The men of the 45th Division were pushing up the Rhone River valley as the Germans fought a delaying action. The G.I.s were spread out, about 15-20 feet apart, keeping an eye on the ridge above them where they thought the enemy might be waiting.
Just then, Clark said, “This German half-track came around the bottom of the hill and sprayed the hillside with machine gun fire. We thought they would be up on the ridge and everybody was looking the other way. They came through about 15-20 mph and just sprayed the hillside and kept on going.”
Clark thinks the Germans may have been cut off by the advancing American troops and were making a dash for their own lines. “The thing that always stuck in my mind was seeing Raymond lying there when we had just been talking 30 minutes before,” he said.
“I remember seeing Raymond's wedding ring on his finger and I wondered if the Graves Registration Service would ever get it back to his family,” he said. “I have no idea who was standing there with me, but he said, ‘Should we take it?’
“But we decided we might be in his shape tomorrow and we'd lose it for sure then if it was sent back to our folks and they wouldn't know whose it was,” he said. Clark said he'd known Kelley about three or four months, having met the Boone County soldier when the 45th Division was fighting in Italy.
“He was a fine man and I told her this,” he said of his first conversation with Daphne. “I didn't know whether she knew this, but they were after some of us older PFCs to take a promotion to staff sergeant and take over a platoon.”
“Most of us felt like we didn't want the responsibility,” he said, recalling a popular expression about the hazards of being a leader: “Staff today, stiff tomorrow.”
“Raymond had decided to take a platoon, but his sergeant rank didn't come through in time,” he said. “He was to be made a staff sergeant the day after he was killed.”
That was an important detail for Daphne, who recalled Raymond came to her in a dream about the time he was killed. Without speaking, she said, he took her into his arms and held her as if to comfort her.
“I can remember feeling his hands on my back,” she said, recalling she was confused because he was dressed as an officer in the dream. She said she got a little chill when Clark told her about Kelley's impending promotion. Even though a sergeant is not an officer, she said, Kelley's appearance in the dream did suggest a promotion.
Clark saw his share of death in 180 days of combat. “I got to looking last night in my 45th Division History at the list of people who were killed and I counted a little over 100 men I knew personally,” he said, adding Raymond Kelley was one of just a few he felt he knew well.
“From the time I started with the outfit in Italy until I left it in France, their mailman told me over 1,000 men went through our 180-man company,” he said. “They didn't want you to get too close to the other men. It just hurt that much worse when they got killed.”
Daphne said her conversation with Clark feels like an early Christmas present. “I feel at peace,” she said. “For 56 years I had wondered if he was staying happy like he always was at home, if the Germans got his body... And I just thought it would be so wonderful if I could just talk to somebody who knew him over there.
“Then, all of a sudden there's this book and Mr. Clark read the book and all of a sudden, I've done it,” she said. “I feel a completeness that I just can't describe. I feel more at peace than I ever have.”
Daphne's Story Helps Other War Widows
Get Long-Overdue Survivor Benefits
By John M. Flora
STAFF WRITER
There's no doubt The Greatest Generation struck a resonant chord. The book was number 2 on this week's New York Times best seller list for hardcover non-fiction after 53 weeks on the list. It also spawned a second volume of stories, published this month by Tom Brokaw under the title The Greatest Generation Speaks.
The new book, which premiered at number 5 on this week's New York Times best seller list, grew out of letters written by readers of last year's book. Brokaw said he was unprepared for the avalanche of letters and responses touched off by The Greatest Generation.
“I had written a book about America and now America was writing back,” he said.
Brokaw's homage to the World War II generation changed Daphne Cavin's life and touched innumerable others. Besides putting her in touch with a Tennessee veteran who was there when her husband was killed in combat, the re-telling of her story in The Greatest Generation has let her help other war widows.
It's a poignant fact that, although he died 56 years ago, Raymond Kelley is still taking care of his bride through his survivor benefits.
When Daphne married Marvin Cavin in 1950, she stopped receiving benefits. When Marvin died in 1975, she learned through a friend that she was once more eligible to receive Raymond's survivor benefits.
“I could hardly believe it. There I was at the age of 55 having to make my own living again,” she said. The payments started at about $200 a month and now amount to $861 a month.
Several of Brokaw's readers noticed that detail and contacted Daphne for more information. Among those inquiring was Jeannette Gagne Norton, another war widow whose story is in The Greatest Generation.
“I told her how to apply,” Daphne said. “It didn't take too long – a month or so – and she called me back and said, ‘I just got my first check’”
“You don't have any idea how much that helped me,” said Norton, who lives in a suburb of Minneapolis.
“I'd been living on my second husband's Social Security and was just squeaking by. If it hadn't been for her (Daphne's) story, I never would have known.” Norton's husband PFC Camille Gagne was in the 82nd Airborne Division. He survived combat in Italy and D-Day in France, but was killed defending the Nijmegen bridge in the ill-fated Allied invasion of Holland.
Shipped overseas two weeks after their son, Robert, was born, he died without ever seeing his child. Her second husband, William Norton, died in 1993. Last March, she said, she received a “huge check” representing a retroactive payment of benefits and monthly checks that will increase to $881 in January. Daphne said there have been other similar contacts. ``Another woman in Virginia who read the book, got my number from ‘information’ and called me about the benefits and, when she got her first check, she wrote back to tell me,” she said.
“It just makes me feel good to know my story is helping people.”
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