Tuesday, July 17, 2018

The Divine Destiny of Charles H. Dixon


This is a story about how the hands of fate, both tragic and divine, aligned to create my family. As with most stories, it isn’t always happy and there are tragedies that are difficult to comprehend. But, I’d like to think that by putting this out to the universe, we may be able to close a chapter on a small episode in the epic of our human story. Stay till the end, because I’ll need your help to solve a mystery. First, we’ll have to go back almost 80 years to a pivotal time in the history of mankind—March 31, 1945, the Pacific Fleet during World War II.

Gunners Mate Charles (Charlie) Henry Dixon is serving aboard the USS Indianapolis, a Portland Class heavy cruiser that was the then flagship of the Fifth Fleet in battles across the Central Pacific. Charlie had been serving aboard the ship for 4 years as she devastated Japan’s defenses across the Pacific. In the early morning hours, lookouts spotted a Japanese Nakajima Ki-43 “Oscar” fighter roaring towards the bridge in a vertical dive. The ship’s 20mm guns opened fire, but were unable to stop the plane before he had released his bomb approximately 25 feet above the deck. The plane swerved and crashed into the ocean as the bomb tore through multiple decks and exited the keel before detonating. Nine crewmen were killed during this attack, and Charlie was severely wounded. The ship was able to limp back into Mare Island Shipyard and ultimately San Francisco for repairs, and Charlie was sent to a Naval Hospital in S.F. where he spent several months recovering from his injuries.

While the ship was being repaired, Charlie was visited by his crewmates who presented him with a patch from a Japanese soldier. I’m sure that spoils of war like these were common practice during these turbulent times. After 3 months in port, as Charlie continued to heal, the Indianapolis left Hunters Point Naval Yard on July 16, 1945 on a secret mission to deliver the enriched uranium that would be used in “Little Boy” and dropped on Hiroshima. This was the beginning of the fateful mission that would become the single greatest loss of life at sea in U.S. Naval history, with the loss of 879 souls.

But Charlie Dixon wasn’t on that ship. As he lay recuperating, his friends and crewmates were steaming towards their tragic fate. Charlie was furious that he wasn’t with them. His loyalty to his friends and patriotism for his country burned ferociously, but his injuries were not yet healed. You can imagine his pain when he learned of their end a few weeks later. These men were close friends who he had served alongside for 4 years. What must he have thought of the hands of fate that kept him ashore?
Soon after this incident, the war ended and Charlie met his future wife, Irene Elizabeth Emery. They married and ultimately settled in Baton Rouge, LA to raise their four children, Joyce, Sandy, Charles (Chuck) and Marcia. He would never speak of the war or his injuries to his family or friends. When he was called each year to attend the survivors of the Indianapolis reunion, he would decline. He did not feel worthy to attend, in spite of his injury in the line of duty. Would he had found some comfort or solace in their company? We can only guess.

Fast forward to 2016. Charlie and Irene have both passed away, but left a growing family of grand, great and great, great grandchildren. I am fortunate to be one of them. While talking with my Uncle Chuck about family history, he shared with me this story of my grandfather—one that I had never heard. He said that Charlie had given him a Japanese patch from the war when he was younger, and he was hoping to have it translated to find out more about it. He enlisted the help of a friend to have it translated. Up until this point, he had just assumed it was a simple patch that was a spoil of war. Imagine his surprise when he learned that the patch belonged to an elite pilot, most likely the one that bombed and injured his father. The pilot’s name, rank and training were all listed, and the friend relayed that it would hold great value to the pilot’s ancestors.

My uncle brought the patch to the WWII Museum in New Orleans for help, but they are inundated with thousands upon thousands of memorabilia each year and were unable to help him further. Which is where I come in. This amazing world we live in gives us access to virtually every corner of the globe. It is my hope that by putting this story out there, the universe will work its magic and connect us with the ancestors of that Pilot. We would very much like to return the patch to them.

So that’s the story. In spite of all tragedy and sadness, there was goodness and life. My grandfather was one of the kindest, most loving men I’ve ever known, but the weight of his unexpressed experiences left a heaviness upon him that never went away. I can’t imagine what he went through internally, stoically keeping his emotions bottled inside. I hope, that by connecting our two families, we can create something positive out of all the sadness. For if that pilot hadn’t injured my grandfather so gravely, my family would not exist.
Special thanks to Walter Imai for enhancing original photo!


* Facts referenced from Wikipedia


Thursday, February 26, 2015

The Sweet Life in Italy

I've had many requests for information on our trip to Italy so decided to post the details. Let me start by saying this wouldn't have have been possible without help from a spectacular tour company called Access Europe. I would like to thank their team - especially Milica and Claudia - who made this trip a dream come true. Every detail was handled and we were treated like VIP's at every stop along the way. Each of our guides was informative, passionate and a joy to meet. Every person in our group, from the grandmothers to the teenagers, had a wonderful time. 

Day 1: Roma
We began our time in Roma by being greeted by our driver, Amor, at the airport. He was such a gentleman and a wealth of information. We took the afternoon to get settled in our apartment - which was located in an old palace (Palazzo Odescalchi designed by Bernini)! It was huge and beautiful. Once settled, we had our first taste of wine at our new hangout across the street, Bibo Ristorante. We had an interesting spectacle that evening when several large Carabinieri (national police) trucks pull up outside the café and proceeded to block the street for an oncoming protest. We found ourselves surrounded by no less than 20, handsome, Italian military men in full riot gear, enjoying an espresso before going to work. As we were several bottles in, you can imagine how our group of women reacted.  (thanks for your patience, David!) 





We had a light dinner at Bibo and went back to the apartment and played Bourré until some ungodly hour of the morning. So much for taking it easy. :)



Day 2: Roma
The next morning we met our guide, Giulio, and Amor for a tour of Rome. They were the so kind and informative. We started at the Colosseum, but the lines were horrendous due to increased security and we decided to come back later in the day. The great thing about private guides is that you have flexibility to change your itinerary due to weather or special interests. We continued on to the Circus Maximus, Aventine Hill and had a special, unexpected view of Pope Francis addressing the crowds in St. Peter's Square. Giulio suggested a local restaurant and we had an incredible lunch at Pinsa & Buoi Dei that I highly recommend. 




Day 3: Roma
On day two, Giulio and Amor picked us up for an early morning tour of the Vatican, where we had what felt like private access to the Vatican Museums, followed by tours of the Sistine Chapel and Basilica before the general public were allowed to enter. What a special treat! (didn't bring my camera for this tour...wanted to experience it without looking through a lens)

That evening, we attended a private cooking school, Trustevertastes, where we were instructed on preparation of a typical, Southern Italian three course meal (including homemade pasta!) Paola Sansalone has created a beautiful, homey space that makes you feel like you are in her private kitchen. Her sous chef, Lilli, was so talented and helped us with our cutting skills. We followed up dinner with our own, homemade panna cotta with a clementine orange sauce. It was a wonderful and tasty evening! 



Day 4: Roma
The following day, we took a day off, slept late and strolled the area around our apartment for some shopping and relaxation. We ended our day atop the National Monument to Victor Emmanuel II (referred to as the “Wedding Cake” for its over-the-top architecture), viewing a stunning sunset and view of the city. It was a perfect way to end our stay in Rome.



Day 5: Toscana & Siena en route to Firenze
On day 5, we met our new guide and driver, Giuliano, who took us on a tour through Tuscany on our way to Florence. We stopped in the amazing, mountaintop town of Montepulciano., where we had a tour of the Frattoria Della Talosa, where they produce Vino Nobile Di Montepulciano, followed by a wine tasting (can’t wait for the cases to come in!) Christian Pepi was our guide and really brought the wine and history to life. The cellars are deep in the mountain and the caves contain an ancient Etruscan tomb and early Christian church. Absolutely incredible! 

Drawing on the wall of the tomb and stairs leading down.



61 Steps down to the cellar...




Recognize this doorway? (hint: in a vampire movie)

We then continued on to a remote farm, Podere Il Casale, atop another hill in Pienza (Siena). The beautiful, self-sustaining farm was such a treat. The owners, a Swiss couple, have created an organic farm that produces olive oil, Pecorino cheese, honey, wine and more. We learned the process of making this exceptional cheese, toured the farm and had a delicious tasting. It’s hard to imagine a more beautiful place. From Pienza, we continued on to Florence, where we checked in to our next apartment. 





Day 6: Firenze
Florence was really different from Rome…and a world away from Tuscany! The old town is confined in a very small area and it can be quite loud. Our apartment was beautiful the owner very accommodating. We took things easy on our first night there. The following morning, we were met by our guide, Giuliana, for a walking tour of the city. We began at the incredible Sant'Ambrogio market. I can’t describe the colors and sights, so I’ll let the photos do the talking. 







From there, we walked around the town and visited the Duomo (Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore). What a sight…shining white and pink marble in the center of a square with soaring domes and statues. We continued on to the Ponte Vecchio Bridge and had some of the most delicious hot chocolate from the famous Rivoire. From there, we went to the Accadamia to view the statue of David and some of the collections. I could have easily spent hours in this museum. Giuliana was incredibly knowledgeable about the art and architecture of the city (she is trained in art restoration) and really took time to explain different ideas and concepts behind Michelangelo’s works. We said goodbye to Giuliana after the tour and headed back to the Duomo for lunch in the square. I kept pinching myself that I was sitting outside, viewing the spectacular cathedral while eating. 



Unfinished Michelangelo sculpture. He believed each piece of marble had a soul and told him when it was time to stop How incredible and ahead of his time. 




After lunch, David, Sandy, Artie and I went to the Pitti Palace to tour the Boboli Gardens. It was late in the afternoon and we only had time to tour a part of the gardens. Talk about a workout...my FitBit calculated that we walked 4.5 miles and 27 floors (and we only saw 1/3!) Definitely bring your tennis shoes and a picnic lunch if you go. It is incredible. Plan at least a day there to tour the museums and gardens...absolutely incredible.









 Day 7: Venezia
The next morning, we took a cab to the train station and had high-speed rail to Venice. Why can’t we have this option in the U.S.?? It was so relaxing and quick (2 hours), and you got to see great views of the countryside. Upon arrival in Venice, we were met by a representative from Access Italy, who took us via water cab to our new apartment. Talk about incredible?! This place was like a home away from home. Warm and cozy, with plenty of room, in the heart of the city. And so quiet after Rome and Florence!! We took the afternoon to get acquainted with the area (actually to get lost...but this is the best city in the world to do so). We visited the Rialto Bridge and had an early night.






Day 8: Venezia
Our new guide, Christiana, picked us up the next morning for a walking tour of Venice and San Marco's Square. Be began at Venice's most famous staircase, the Palazzo Contarini del Bovolo (the snail) and continued on to learn about the Doge's and the political history of Venice (which is quite fascinating). We continued to San Marco Square where we visited St. Mark's Basicila (who is actually buried there) and learned the history of how he came to be there.

St. Mark's was my favorite church so far. Every surface is covered with tiny, glass tiles to create impressive mosaics. Many of the tiles are gold...which makes the entire church glow. It's hard to describe, so I highly recommend you see it in person.





Close-up of the mosaic tiles (each one is about the size of your pinky nail)



Day 9: Venezia
Elena picked us up on our last morning for boat tour of Murano and Burano. The weather was cold and rainy, so we almost cancelled. So glad we didn't. The boats were covered and heated and we had umbrellas, so there wasn't a problem. We began the tour in Murano at the Massimiliano Schiavon Factory, where we got to see an master craftsman. It was a really cool demonstration and I'm still baffled by how a lump of melted sand can make such beautiful works of art.







From here, we headed to the island of Burano by boat. Burano is a typical fisherman's village known for it's brightly colored houses and intricate lace. We had lunch there and walked around the island. It was beautiful.






Yes, it's leaning. ALL bell towers in Venice lean!
We ended our trip to Italy with a bang by having an incredible dinner at Ristorante Al Colombo. They treated us like VIPs with a multi-course meal that included: Seafood antipasti, Tagliatelli with shaved black truffle and Salted Sea Bass. Magnifico! Plus, they have the BEST bartender that we found in Italy- Francisco. What a wonderful way to end our trip.



So, that ends our first trip to Italy. The spirit of the Italian people is incredible. They are all so proud of their heritage and their work and are warm and inviting to visitors. Walking everywhere and taking time to enjoy life is something we can all learn from. I CANNOT wait to go back...I'll be brushing up on my Italian until then.

Ciao!
Angie