A visit to Apple Valley
As I mentioned earlier, when visiting my family members to talk about my grandfather's Wake Island experience I was constantly being deferred to my Uncle Norm or Uncle Marty. My uncle Norm especially was supposedly the family archive of memories of Clyndon Dollar. Thus one of the main objectives of my summer was to visit my uncle in near by Apple Valley.

This time I had my older brother Chris to keep me company on our trip. Apple Valley is about two hours away from where I live, so the trip was not that long. As we journeyed further from the coast the temperature rapidly increased, but my brother and I were very excited to see my uncle.
Anytime we are around Uncle Norm great discussions of politics, religion, or history are always in abundance. Normally the family events where we interacted with him never provided quite enough time discuss any matter; so as you can imagine my brother and I were very happy about having a whole trip dedicated to talking history

Upon arrival, my uncle and aunt offered us some brunch, which we gladly accepted. We ate outside on an outdoor patio. The backyard had been recently furnished with new riparian plants and looked very nice. As we ate we discussed various things, and before I knew it we started discussing Wake Island. I quickly grabbed my video camera and recorded the conversation.

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A special bell welded by my Uncle Chris for Uncle Norm |
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View of backyard |
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One of the secret reading spots |
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Another view of the backyard facing the house |
Some other surprising stories revolved around my Uncle's observations of the families experience as a whole. Like the others in my family, he believed his father was affected psychologically by the war. He described one instance during a high school graduation, where my grandfather got up and started marching down the side aisle. My grandfather believed this to a form of flashback to one of the prisons my grandfather had stayed in Japan. My uncle told us that the Japanese would have the Prisoners march every morning, so the similarity between the two may have triggered a reaction from my grandfather. Either way my uncle told us that no one ever said anything abou the event, and he was never ridiculed by his classmates.
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