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The 1970 News Review This all started way, way back in December 1941. I'd just taken a picture of Larry and the dog in a bushel basket, and it seemed appropriate to use as an Xmas card greeting, especially with a blurb added about "putting all the Eggs in one basket. " Nothing more happened until 1947 when, out of uniform at last, card sending could begin again. Except for a lapse about 1955, when I was away in Aruba, the series has continued unbroken. It gets to be more of a production problem as the years go by and the boys are scattered around the country. Last year's group picture was just good luck that everybody was home at Thanksgiving. Even getting up-to-date activity reports isn't always easy when it must be done by mail. As 1970 drew to a close, Les had been painfully reminded that he was inferior in the interior. So the local USAF medical specialists went to work to debug his problem and right after New Year's a cholosystectomy took place. That particular slice job is best known as a gall bladder operation. It hurts just as much by either name, and it sure slows a man down for a while. After those internal repairs and alterations were complete and convalescence over, Les dug with renewed energy into the problems of hyperbaric fire protection that had been taking up much of his time since the astronauts died at Cape Kennedy early in 1967. By the end of the year most of the headaches had responded to aspirin and hard work, a final report had been written, and a major effort about completed. Paralleling this work was a study for the Office of Civil Defense, dating back to 1968. This involved outlining a feasible defense system against nuclear attacks, with a hypothetical application at San Jose, California. So most of the 1970 travel was back and forth to the West Coast, helping to keep the airlines in business. The OCD project report was released in December, so two big jobs were finished up during the 12-month period. That first painting in June 1969 really started something. Now, about 20 pictures later, wall space is at a premium. There are six paintings on the office wall. To date, none have been hung in the bathrooms or kitchen, but who knows what the future may bring? A few are oils, the rest are acrylics, including one inspired by that 1941 eggs in the basket photograph. Two were based on color transparencies taken on the beach at Guadalcanal way back in 1944. Art classes at night have provided the necessary guidance and a convenient studio to work in. The biggest problem seems to be that he gets paint all over his good clothes and has five thumbs on each hand. Usually Les has been the family traveler, but 1970 found him a poor third in the rat race, both in mileage and remoteness of the places visited. Polly started the year with her usual musical mixed grill of concert going, a few piano pupils, substitute organist, and celloing in the orchestra. In June things started to happen. First she headed up to Buffalo by car and bus to attend an AGO (organ) convention. On July 16th, a plane took her to New York where she changed to another jet bound for London to begin a long summer in Europe. Traveling via Bristol, she went to Wales for a very pleasant week's visit and seeing the beautiful countryside. The next extended stop was Glasgow, where she looked at lots of castles, relived history, took many side trips, and attended a MacMillan family reunion. It wasn't easy for her to leave Scotland, but after about three weeks she reluctantly moved down to London as a new base from which to explore England. With so many things she wanted to see, and places she wanted to visit, the biggest problem was making a choice of what came first. A British Railpass eased transportation costs considerably, and she sure got around. Halfway through the London stay an opportunity arose to join up with a conducted tour on the Continent. She couldn't resist. A hectic action-packed week carried her by plane and bus to Switzerland, Italy, Austria, and into Bavaria where she saw the Passion Play at Oberammagau and the Oktober-fest in M

A CHRISTMAS CHRONICLE FOR 1971 Thirty years have rolled by since the picture on the inside fold started off this series of do-it-yourself cards. It wasn't originally intended to begin a tradition, but time bas pretty much done that anyhow. Right now, being fundamentally lazy, I can't help think how easy it would be to go down to the friendly neighborhood stationer, come home with a stack of beautiful cards, and just mail them out. But then the mails start bringing in cards from all over, many with personal notes enclosed, inspired by this annual news missive. It leaves me no choice. I turn to the typewriter, wham away like mad, and, after much perspiration, am finally ready to get an assist from the printer. It's a big job, and once it's finished, I'm proud of it. The only problem is to scrape up enough energy to get started each year. Thirty years have been completed, but I don't think the series will last another thirty. Maybe we can stretch out the string for another 5 or 10 years. After that, I can afford to loaf the year around. The year was a relatively uneventful one for Les. He finally finished the research on hyperbaric fire protection. Occasionally now he acts in a consultant role. The current contracts concern mostly the various aspects of fuel vapor releases and what can be done to reduce the hazard potential. As usual, this requires a lot of travel around various parts of the U.S. Art activities continued in high gear and several large acrylic paintings were finished. To improve his techniques, Les decided to enroll in a Life Drawing course. With two semesters completed, he has mixed emotions as to the results. Undoubtedly a little progress was made, but it convinced him that he had six left thumbs on each hand. After a normal days work, 3 hours of concentrated drawing standing up can leave you pretty well worn out. Right now the plan is to shift to a Clay Pottery and Sculpture course for the Spring Semester. Hopefully it shouldn't be much more difficult than glorified mud pie making. As was the case with painting, he'll probably wind up more clay on his clothes than the object being worked upon. At least though, Les had had a little preliminary practice as a mud dauber. During the summer, he took advantage of the local military base crafts shops and made quite a few ceramics pieces. Polly got in the act too, and with Les doing much of the dirty work, she wound up with a beautiful thirteen-piece Nativity set, plus lots of smaller things. Dan is now exhibiting the Nativity set at his school, complete with a creche whipped up out of scrap plywood. Thanks to retired USAF medical benefits, both of us got some body repair work done during the year. Polly had had trouble with an aching leg for years, so finally she had a vein stripping operation that slowed her down for several months. That's not easy to do. She just has to be on the move. About the time she'd recovered, Les started some oral surgery to keep the dentists busy. That was a prolonged ordeal that meant little or no eating for a while. He lost 20 pounds, and there was a time when clothes draped on him like a scarecrow. It's a Spartan way to reduce the waistline and definitely not recommended to others. For some months, anybody who called him "Old Sorepuss" would have been telling the literal - and painful truth! At the doctor's command, Polly took it easy this year and let her leg heal up properly. Since she couldn't very well take any long trips in her customary gadding about the country, she decided to take some courses at the local junior college and learn how to play her cello properly. For years she'd fiddled away in community orchestras with a sort of hunt-and-peck method. It was a real struggle to change the old habits. At the same time, she started to learn to play a recorder. It sounds a lot like a peanut whistle with weird variations. For academic leaven, a course was added in Humanities. In her extracurricular activities, she sang in both choral groups. For some reason or other, Polly is always getting mixed up with organs. She was a substit

Will this be the last newsletter? Perhaps yes, and perhaps no. After 30 years, with the family all grown up and scattered, there's a good logical excuse for wanting to lean back, relax, and simply enjoy life as it comes. So, whether or not a 1973 newsletter comes out will be mostly a matter of the Laziness Quotient (LQ) at the moment. If the LQ increases at the current rate, the chances of a '73 newsletter are pretty slim! Les had a variety of projects cooking during 1972. One was a 1971 carryover, measuring flammable vapor concentrations from fuel spills and leaks in Air Force hangars. The results were 90 surprising and upset so many long-held notions that in September the work was extended to include tests on aircraft shelters in Germany. That was an eventful two-week assignment. In his spare time Les managed to visit Frankfurt, Heidelberg, Mannheim, Worms, Mainz, Wiesbaden, and drive down the Rhine and back as far as Koblenz. Naturally he stopped to see the Lorelei Rock. On the way 'home he visited in England for a few days, spent mostly in sightseeing around London. He liked Europe and wants to get back and see more! Early in the year Les was carrying out some tests on acrylic lenses for fluorescent lights under fire exposure conditions. During the preparations he walked into the bottom corner of a window air conditioner gashing the scalp. It turned out to be serious. Dizzy spells and uncertain gait plagued him, and he had to cut outside activities to the bone, including a pottery course at SAC. The doctors finally concluded that there must have been a brain concussion. The "dizzy-dizzies" wore off, but even as late as October kept on flaring up to plague him. Probably the most interesting project was sponsored by a chemical industry group, evaluating the effectiveness of water spray for protection against large flammable vapor releases. A lot has been learned so far, but there are still many aspects to resolve and hopefully answers will be found. Polly had a frustrating summer. She'd planned for a long stay in Europe, leaving Dallas for Frankfurt on 17 May, returning via Oakland on 30 October. On 8 April, however, she was rushed to the hospital with cardiac symptons. In a few days, cardiac troubles were ruled out, and a long series of lab tests begun. The diagnosis was gall bladder malfunction plus some yet to be determined complications. Finally, on 8 May she spent five hours in the operating room, Out came the ailing gall bladder plus a section of the sigmoid colon where a cancer had started. She was lucky that the gall bladder rang the alarm bell in time to catch the cancer ! Rescheduling the trip to Europe involved lots of compromises and guesswork on how fast she'd get back on her feet. After several postponements, though, she finally took off for Frankfort on 20 September to salvage what she could of the planned trip. After a few days in Munich, she went over to Dover via Luxembourg and France, just about the time Les got to England, catching up with him in London before he headed back to the U. S. After a quick swing around England, she returned to Munich to join a tour group visiting Istanbul. By then, it was time to go to Frankfurt and catch her flight for Oakland, but not before getting to see Heidelberg. In the States again, she flew down to Los Angeles, thence to San Diego, back north to Fresno, and north again to Portland, pretty well hovering the Pacific coast. From there she turned east via Amtrak with a stop in Livingston, Montana. The train took her as far as Minneapolis. The next travel was by bus, visits in lowa, and down to Columbia for several days with Larry at U. of Missouri. Finally, early in December she arrived back in San Antonio. It wasn't the six to seven month trip she'd first planned, but in view of her hospitalization, that 11 weeks was quite an undertaking! After many long years and an extended military time out, Larry is now a Senior at the University of Missouri, scheduled to receive his degree next May. Naturally, he' s playing in the Marching Mizzou Band and will be at the Fiesta

Newsletter 1973 A year ago, the appearance of Newsletter 1973 was promised as a definite maybe. Well, we made it, but this will probably wind up the 32-year series. The chances for Newsletter 1974 are awfully slim. It takes energy to get out a package like this, and energy is in short supply these days, particularly for the older members of this family! So, if it doesn't appear you'll know inertia finally caught up with the editorial and publishing staff! We don't say that it will happen, but it certainly is apt to. At least, that's what the crystal ball tells us. As usual, Les was involved with a wide range of projects. The Air Force fuel vapor concentration study, a carryover from 1971 and 1972, finally appeared in report form, and the study on water spray as a defense against flammable vapor released was finally finished up. The current major task an unusual one, involved development testing of concepts for external fire protection of offshore floating nuclear power plants This is probably the most interesting task to have come along in many years It is so far outside the state-of-the-art that it represents a real challenge to figure out practical approaches. Les, tho, is hoping to start slowing down in 1974, getting toward a less demanding way of life, Last December he found that some occasional chest pains were actually angina pectoris An occasional pill, as needed, keeps the situation under control. So, it in no great problem More of a nuisance than anything else! Just the same, he wants to enjoy a more leisurely life, hopefully to get in some "space available" travel via military aircraft. For example, to exotic Thailand. Ed's descriptions of the country made Les want to get there too Also, he hopes to return to Europe. The trip last year just whetted his appetite for sightseeing there Perhaps by next summer, a semiretired status will make this possible. In his spare time, he continues to stay active in ceramics and ham radio No painting for the moment. There's no space left on the walls to hang new pictures, and more than a few stored in the garage. Polly, as you would expect, spent lots of time playing the organ at weddings and as substitute organist at various churches She's avoided permanent jobs, since they tie her down too much. She gave up teaching piano for just that reason. Polly loves to travel, For some years she's wanted to get back to Kansas City for extended visiting. So, her gadabout schedule this year was based on getting to the American Royal Stock Show there. The trip took two months in all, with over 3000 miles of driving, mostly around Kansas City. Most of this was before the energy crisis got to be a problem and gasoline in short supply. She left in early October and returned early December. Her next hope is for a 10-day charter group trip to the Holy Land which was scheduled for February 1974. That was before the war started What will happen to the trip is anybody's guess. If this doesn't materialize She'll probably come up with something else. While she wonders about it she can play her new harpsichord, now being assembled from a special kit by a musician friend. The movement is playable and the cabinet work almost ready for finishing. What with her piano, the little pump organ and the harpsichord, you can have almost any sort of sound you like. Polly has had her medical troubles. The cancer that grounded her in 1972 re-established itself and spread to the liver. An exploratory operation in June showed surgery couldn't do much for her, but chemotherapy might do the job. So now she's on a weekly dose of 5 FU. She feels good, and as far as we know now, the treatment is doing a good job. For a while she was hesitant about the Kansas City trip, but since she could get treatment in military facilities wherever she went, it was a completely successful affair. She felt good and really had a ball ! Larry had hoped to get his degree this year up at U of Missouri, but it didn't work out that way. Money became a problem, outside jobs a necessity, and now he's putting his army talents as a medic to good

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NEWSLETTER 1974 Looking over the cards for the past few years, we note that in 1972 the forecasted chances of a 1973 version would probably depend on whether the writer could overcome an expectable degree of laziness. Well, the 1973 newsletter got over that hurdle, but it, in turn pointed out that a 1974 edition was highly unlikely. So, until a month or so ago, nothing was planned. But we kept on getting request, yea, even demands for just one more newsletter to wrap up the 33 year long series. So out came the whip to lash the publishing. forces into action. They wailed in anguish, but got to work. And here it is. We don't expect to stop sending cards in 1975, but we'll probably use store-bought cards instead of these do-it-yourself versions, and cut the list way, way down to manageable proportions. Hopefullly, we'll still be able to keep in touch with our friends of long standing without the present card. This dissertation, in preamble, relates to the fact that all of us approach a time in life when pensions and annuities start to pay off. Customarily too, you can then adopt a more relaxed way of life. Les has been preparing for that period for several years now, and in the early part of 1971 gradually began to shift from active project direction into more of an advisory role. His official retirement was early in July, but it didn't change things much. He became a consultant, worked only halftime, and kept busy. He was active on many projects. The most interesting concerned the fire protection of floating off shore nuclear power plants, but right behind it was an Army project for a water spray system for ammunition plants which could withstand the blast of a box of TNT and still keep on working. This task is being worked on now and will continue into 1975. It didn't take much of the half time work before the matter of taxes and lost Social Security benefits convinced Les to cut down even more. Now he's trying to limit himself to quarter time. This isn't easy, but it's the only way he can continue to work and still collect the Social Security earned over many long years. There are so many interesting projects to tackle, that his hopes of quitting work completely and getting "Space A" military travel. Thailand (?) etc. have had to be pushed back. It seems that fires and explosions keep on occurring that need skilled investigation and expert advice. So for a while, he probably won't get very far from San Antonio. The angina pectoris reported last year has been no problem at all. Les always carries his nitroglycerine pills with him, but seldom has any need of use them. Which is as it should be. As 1973 drew to a close, Polly had hopes of a 10 day charter tour of the holy land in February, but somehow or other the Arab-Israeli conflict effectively wiped that out. Then in March, she took Amtrak up to Kansas City to play at a wedding. For about a week, she had a ball, musically speaking. On the way home, she swung over to Columbia, visited Larry a few days, and finally came home via St. Louis, again by Amtrak. Polly likes trains far more than airplanes. As you'd expect, her musical activities have continued, though sometimes under difficulties. The first part of the year, she was organist for the chapel at Air Force Village, but then she picked up a bad case of flu on the Kansas City trip, got popped into Wilford Hall Medical Center to get squared away, and while she managed to get out of bed and to go out on pass a few times to play the organ, it just wasn't feasible to continue. The weekly 5 FU treatment lost its effectiveness, and trying to work out a new treatment required a lot of hospital time. For example, a trial of intravenous 5 FU drip treatment kept her at WHMC for 38 days. She felt good though, and halfway through, managed to get a 5-day pass to visit family and friends up in Tennessee, returning with more visits in Atlanta, Georgia. She's an out-patient now, still under treatment, and while the chemotherapy sometimes slows her down, you'd hardly notice it. Our next door neighbor's three children are taking piano l

THE NEWSLETTER 1975 Last year was supposed to be the final Newsletter. It didn't work out that way. So much happened during 1975, that, as the cards kept on coming in, many of them with little notes attached, I thought of the monumental task of answering, shuddered a bit, and decided to crank out just one more. Not as a Christmas card this time, too much was going on during the period when these are usually mailed. Now, in January '76, I'm trying to catch up with events. First of all, Polly passed away on August 29th, after a frustrating up and down losing battle with cancer that lasted over 3 years. Those of you who have read the earlier letters, know how it started in June 1972 and how things went pretty well through 1973. A bout of flu in early 1974 upset the effectiveness of the chemotherapy. After that, none of the many drugs tried did very much good. In November, she began to lose weight steadily. It left her so weak that home care was no longer possible, so in May of this year she had to be admitted to Wilford Hall Medical Center, (USAF). After 6 weeks, it was clear that medication could no longer help her. Accordingly she was transferred to Southern Manor Nursing Home for skilled care during the final 11 weeks of her life. All thru this last illness, there was relatively little pain, but, crisis followed crisis. She wasted away (the rest of this is missing)

Coming events cast their shadows before (proverb) That phrase, word for word, exactly as you heard it, without one syllable altered or twisted, that phrase was the scathing retort I made, at the age of seventeen, to Trent Nugent, who was the artistic director, juvenile lead, and theater blessee of the Willstone Thespians. Now I must explain that I had joined the Willstone Thespians for only one reason. Because, at the age of seventeen I had extremely sticking-out ears. I mean extremely. With my flat cap on, the silhouette of my head resembled nothing so much as a Austin Seven with the two side doors open. Which of course made me extremely diffident with girls. And that is actually is what made me join the Willstone Thespians. Because among young men of that day there was a very widely held theory that the best possble way to get girls flocking to you was to be the star in an amateur dramatic society. And of all our local amateur dramatic societies the thespians attracted by far the largest female following. This wasn't so much because of the quality of their plays or the standard of their acting. It was due practically completely that the bloke who printed their posters was a little on the short-sighted side. This was demonstrated by the enormous crowds that rushed to see their production of Patrick Hamilton's play Rope and it was a similar error which brought the house-full notices out for Ivor Novello's Careless Rapture. But as I say, when I joined them for their winter season my purpose was quite cold-blooded: to work my way up through the company 'till I could take the starring role in The Desert Song. I went along at the beginning of the season and presented myself to Trent Nugent. Now there was an insufferable character. Trent was actually, in the society, more or less all-powerful. And accordingly it was to him that I explained that I wanted to end the season as the Red Shadow but until then I was perfectly willing to work my way up to it. "All right, very well," he said, "In our first production, we'll just give you a walk-on part." Now that expression a walk-on part I took to be the customary theatrical jargon 'till I saw what the first production was: The Bridge of San Luis Rey. And I was to be the bridge. There was apparently some altercation with the scenary builders which meant that I spent the major part of Thornton Wilder's great work stretched out between two paper-mache rocks with hand-rails attached either side of me being walked on. Nevertheless I did feel that I'd served the necessary apprenticeship, so when we finally came to the first read-through of The Desert Song I thrust myself in front of the company and without prompting I recited the whole of the Red Shadow part, chucked in a snatch of One Alone to Call My Own, to say nothing of two choruses of the Rift Song. When the rest of the cast broke into spontaneous applause I could tell that Trent Nugent was really impressed. He said, "That was very good. Very good. I think" And he handed me a script. "I think you've earned this." And when I looked down at the part circled for me my gorge leapt. I was Third Sand Dune. I said, "Wait a minute. What about the Red Shadow?" He said, "I'm terribly sorry. but that's quite out of the question. You see I was cast for that before the season even opened." That was where I made that aforementioned retort. "In that case," I said, "This amateur dramatic society shouldn't call themselves the Willstone Thespians. They should call themselves The Coming Events." He said, "Why?" I said, "Because," without altering or twisting a syllable, "It's Coming Events cast their shadows before." Dennis Norden 573a

THE NEWSLETTER 1978 Now that the last of the Thanksgiving turkey has been eaten up, (almost) we can start thinking about Christmas, and all that's been going on in our first year. After we got out the 1977 newsletter, we wanted to get a picture of the two of us, but somehow or other in our gadding about, we never seemed to wind up with a joint photograph. When recently we realized this and headed for a studio, it was too late to get something back in time to go to press. So we used a picture of our house out in Bulverde, abbreviated BVD later in the letter. We had planned our honeymoon as a trip to South America, and early in March we took off for a 9-day packaged tour to Peru and Ecuador. First to Lima, then Cuzco, the ancient Inca capitol. Machu Picchu, the legendary lost city was our destination, but a railroad strike messed it up. We did, though, get a bus trip to Ollentaytambo, another old ruin, almost as fascinating. After more sightseeing in Lima, we moved on to Quito, Ecuador. That was exhilarating in lots of ways! The 9000 ft plus altitude left you light headed much of the time. Cuzco was over 10,000 ft, but the thin air didn't have time to catch up with us as it did in Quito. Quito is a beautiful old colonial city. Imagine a church entirely covered inside with gold. It takes your breath away to see it. The Equator is just a few miles outside the city, so we made the trip, becoming citizens of the middle of the earth. So much was happening in such a short time that, when our 9 days came to an end, returning us to San Antonio, it felt awfully good to be home again. Travel is apt to be that way. After the South American tour, we had plans for a lengthy motor trip up to Dallas, eastward to the Atlanta, Georgia area, then north along the seaboard to the New York metropolitan area. We were to swing up to Buffalo, follow the lakes toward Chicago, drop down to St. Louis, move west to Kansas City, and finally head for home via Dallas. We had lots of visiting and sightseeing in mind. It was easy to talk about but the more we thought about the over 4000 miles of driving, and perhaps 3 or 4 weeks of continual travel more, we began to have misgivings. Finally we let common sense win over, elected to shrink the journey to Buffalo and Washington, going by air. That's the way it worked out starting in early August. The highlight, it least a thorough tour of Niagara Falls, plus all the places where Les grew up around Buffalo. We didn't see much of the USA from way up in the clouds, but it sure was a lot easier on us. Even then, we were awfully weary when the plane set down back in San Antonio. Approaching old age, perhaps? Back in 1977, when we got married, we had two houses about twenty-five miles apart. Where to live? Each house had its own special advantages, so we decided to split time between them. During the week, when Les had to be close to work, we would stay in town and cut down the nuisance of a long commuting run. Weekends, we planned to enjoy the Bulverde countryside. Mostly, it proved to be a pretty good plan but, it didn't take us long to discover that almost everything you wanted to use, wear, eat, or otherwise have at hand was usually at the other house. Up to a certain point, we could duplicate our things and have what we wanted at the right place. Beyond that, we've learned to adopt a relaxed attitude about the logistics of living in our split location homes. With two houses too, we found new challenges in changing his & her houses to our houses. Thelma took over making "230" a real home with all sorts of plants, macrame, wall hangings, etc. Her prize project was a painstaking repainting of the kitchen from stem to stern in gleaming white gloss enamel on the wood, contrasted with cream, yellow and blue tints for the walls. What a change it made! Out in Bulverde, Les installed some much needed outdoor floodlighting, tool racks. Storage shelving, and water line improvements. Then by accident, he found some local laborers who were unusually good at rock work. Week after week he had them picking up rock around the

1979 Xmas NEWSLETTER Well, it was a pretty good year, with our second wedding anniversary, the first year of rotating the holiday celebrations among the children, and our third Xmas together. We didn't do much travelling, but more or less stayed at home, enjoying visits from the children, plus our brothers and sisters. And we finally managed to get our picture taken. Les had several well-paid consulting jobs during the year, spent considerably less time at Southwest Research, and so our Bulverde home was used much, much more. It made a difference, too' A lot was accomplished in landscaping, outdoor flood lighting, garden improvements and trying to teach a puppy dog not to chew up the newspaper. Thelma's gardening skills kept the table well supplied so we ate like royalty. Les continued to make ceramic ware for us and it came in handy for wedding presents as well. A start was made on getting back into ham radio activities. And Les grew more hair on his bald spot. Honest. Much of what we did was closely tied to family life with our children. Reporting it could take many pages, so we aren't even going to try. Instead, we enclose an up-to-date family directory, so information on each person can come "direct from the horse's stable" as you need it. Maybe this is the easy way out, but it sure saves lots and lots of writing. What's our life like now? Well, beyond doing what's necessary to maintain our two homes, we try to take things easy, enjoy concerts and dinner theaters, go shopping and dream ahead about some exciting travel, hopefully next year. Not wildly exciting, perhaps, but it can be a comfortable thing after our lifetimes of hard work. We both worked hard for long years, so now its time to relax and really be retired. THE EGGLESTONS THE FAMILY DIRECTORY (As of December 1979) Dana Barry (Mrs. John) 5715 Viking Beaumont, Tx. 77706 (713) 898-4573 Lawrence Eggleston 1723 W. Worley-Apt.6 Columbia, MO. 65201 (314) 445-4662 Daniel Eggleston 4210 Avenue A Austin, Tx. 78751 (512) 458-8383 Elaine Wagoner (Mrs. Donald) 9122 Summer Wind San Antonio, Tx. 78216 (512) 655-8709 Chrystal Harwell (Mrs.Bruce) 150 Meadow Glen San Antonio, Tx. 78227 (512) 675-1875 Edward Eggleston 4725 Boiling Brook Pky. Rockville, MD. 20852 (301) 770-7515 Gerald Tagle (and Gaynelle) 766 Bateswood-Apt-3 Houston, Tx. 77079 Ann Flynn Route 3 Box 3023B Bulverde- Tx. 78136 OUR OWN ADDRESSES Mr. & Mrs. Lester A. Eggleston 230 Montpelier Dr. San Antonio, Tx. 78228 (512) 734-0698 AND/OR P.O. Box 33 Bulverde, Tx. 78163 (512) 438-2912 Route 3 Box 3023B Bulverde, Tx. 78163

1984 CHRISTMAS NEWSLETTER After a year like 1983 with that glorious trip to the Holy Land it wouldn't be easy to come up in 1984 with a newsletter packing the same inspiration and excitement. What to do? Well, we thought of just throwing up our hands, using commercial Xmas cards, and letting it go at that. Then we realized that life has quiet years too...accepted the fact that this has been pretty much like that...and decided to carry on with our own Christmas card tradition. And just to add a bit of nostalgia, we dug up a camelback picture from last year. It's guaranteed genuine. There just aren't many camels available in Texas! This one was on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem. Looking back, it was just another day at a time, adding up to weeks and months of our normally relaxed life out here in Bulverde, doing the chores, the gardening, and enjoying the visits from our friends and family. It was pretty much the way everybody lives these days. Not that there weren't complications. In February, Thelma had an attack of diverticulitis that got to involve hospital time, surgery, and this pretty much messed up her spring garden schedule. But then the garden didn't have much chance this year, anyhow. It was so dry and hot that water became a precious item. We used what we had to on our vegetables, but our beautiful lawns were just ruined. The situation got a little better in the fall, but for home gardening, this was a year to forget. But how do you forget not having to mow the grass all summer? It was just weirdo weather, starting with a record freeze last winter. In May, a hailstorm hit our house in town "230" and thoroughly ruined the roof. We look forward to our summer visitors, and the first to come was Sister Angelica, from Corpus Christi. Later on, most of Thelma's family from the Dallas area were with us awhile...Bob & Melba Truly, Carol Truly, and her three energetic boys. John and Dana Barry came over from Beaumont too to see us. Then, almost completely unexpectedly, Ed, Dan, and Larry Eggleston, converged on Bulverde from Austin, Maryland and Missouri for a reunion with their father after 14 years. That sure had been a long, long time. Shortly afterward, Les got into the hospital act too...a modified tonsillectomy to remove the uvula...it had been responsible for a had snoring problem for many years, and probably should have been done long ago, maybe even in childhood. The results sure are gratifying and well worth the short inconvenience period when eating was difficult. All through the year we were in close touch with Thelma's two daughters living in San Antonio, Chrystal and Lanie, each with two grandchildren for us to pamper, babysit, and spoil. Just like being a parent all over again, watching kids grow up, but without the cares and responsibilities. Grandparenthood seems to be highly regarded everywhere, and we sure enjoyed every bit of it as it came along. Thanksgiving and Christmas are traditional family get-together days, and this year we gathered at Chrystal's house for a special reason. She and Lynn had been alerted to duty in Germany starting in mid 1985. It sounds exciting! Maybe we'll get to Germany to visit them during their tour there. John and Dana made it over from Beaumont for the turkey fest and it was a glorious party for all. Then, on Christmas, we plan a double observance. First, in Bulverde, then we'll drive over to Beaumont to join John and Dana. Chrystal and Lynn will be there too. Just like having a Thankschristmas this year! We had an extra reason for being thankful this year. Seven is a lucky number, and we were married in Seventy Seven - on the Twenty Seventh. So this was our Seventh Anniversary! As usual, we are listing our various addresses and those of the family for convenience in writing. THE EGGLESTONS 230 Montpelier San Antonio, TX 78228 (512) 734-0698 P.O. Box 33 or Rte. 3 Box 3191 Bulverde, TX 78163 (512) 438-2912