Benyaurd
Wakeup: hot black coffee and one square 85% dark chocolate.
Breakfast after walk: three slices dry extra thin ww toast wrapped around three 5” links Bradley’s sausage, thin spread mustard along each sausage.
Morning project: could go out for errands, as I’m dressed, which is unusual here in 7H, where house clothes, sometimes called PJs, are the usual order of the day. Better: sit here typing nonsense, then work today’s sudoku in Linda’s PCNH. Use to be I could work any sudoku, now my intelligence and patience are limited to Monday and Thursday, classified “bronze” level of difficulty. Exercise in logic and elimination, sudoku is fun light mental exercise.
In due course, more to share about Alfred chapter of life and history as well as the next chapter. My father graduated from BayHi 1931, went to work as AB in the engine room of seagoing dredge Benyaurd. I wondered but had no basis for visualizing what the vessel looked like until opening email this morning, thanks, Mike.
My father had five toes on one foot, on the other, four, missing the small toe. He was wrestling with a friend aboard the Benyaurd, when his opponent tossed him up. Coming down, his foot hit on the door of an open locker and cut off that toe. Benyaurd picture above in case family wondered as I did. Seagoing, a small ship actually.
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