Aloha from Hawaii! After 4,300 miles, roughly 10-16 hours and 6 time zones later, I made it. As soon as I stepped off the plane, a warm tropical breeze nearly swept my dress away. Facing south of the airport is Waikiki and Diamond head. It looks very similar to the postcards showing Hawaii (minus the hula dancers and surfer boys). You’re probably wondering why I am in Hawaii in the first place. To do so, we have to go back to when I woke up in 1933…

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After when I made a full recovery, I realized that I was apart of history, let alone one of the worst maritime disasters to take place during peacetime in the first 30 years of the 20th century. With that, I wanted to pursue a career in history, probably teach history. So I enrolled at the University of Michigan in the fall of 1933 in Ann Harbor, nearly across the state from home. During my bachelor program there, my roommate told me about this aviation fair nearby and wanted me to join. There I met Amelia Earhart, a young, bright young lady with a lean figure and short, light red hair. By this time, she has already made history herself by being the first woman to fly across the Atlantic solo in 1932, and recently flew solo again from Hawaii to California and the first woman to do so. She told me she was en route to Perdue University to be a part time career counselor there and has plans to fly around the world, probably solo as well. Before wrapping up our conversations, she gave me one piece of advice that I’ll carry with me: we all have a fire in our souls. When something sparks that fire, go for it.

Sadly by the time I graduated the bachelors part of my masters in 1937, news of her disappearance spread like wildfire. Even though people said she may be alive, I believed she has passed before it was announced.

Shortly after I graduated with my masters in 1939, WWII started thanks to mustache man’s invasion into Poland with his regime. Then, my best friend, Danny McCain, decided to join the Naval Air Force. He went through extensive military training to get to where he needed to be. I never get to see him since 1939, but we write letters. He first was based in San Diego CA right after boot and other trainings, and as of recently, the Navy sent him to Pearl Harbor in Honolulu HI.

Near the end of the 1930s, as a professor’s assistant in a nearby college, I felt that spark Amelia was talking about, resigned my position at the end of the fall term, stating I’ll be helping in the war efforts until the end of the war, and started working as a mechanic in one of the major army airfields, learning how to build, repair, and test military planes. Yes, I did learn how to fly! All sorts of planes! From the F4U Corsair to even bigger bomber planes

When the threat of war looms over the pacific, the commander in charge offered me a position in Huna Koa airfield near Ford’s island (what I learned later is Huna Koa means “hidden fighter” in the native language, stating the airfield is so small but mighty.). I’ve heard great things about Hawaii and always wanted to travel more but due to my trauma from the Titanic with ships, I just can’t bring myself to do it. But when they suggested flying instead of sailing, I took it. And flying was…interesting, not the best but also not the worst.

But that was it! My life from 1933 to now, the last 8 years have been something…

Beach house 1600

After getting a taxi to a certain address the commander has given me, I arrived to this beachside house. Not at all what I thought; I thought it would be smaller like a hut. When I looked behind me, there’s a beach with waves crashing, sending chills down my spine but not in a good way. After Titanic, I’ve had nightmares; being below decks hearing the waves crash against various objects and structures, the ship moaning and walls creaking like the pressure of the water is going to break and I’m gonna die. This happened continuously for 2 weeks, then every other night, once a week, once a month, and then on random nights. How am I going to sleep know that I’m going to hear that, I thought. The interior is quite spacious and can possibly hold a family of 3 or 4. But it does fit into the theme of a tropical paradise and makes the place cute, relaxing and comfortable. Back home, Rose and Jack have various knick knacks of lake life all over the house, and photographs of their travels. When I got older, they decided to travel more, which makes me want to travel more. Maybe I’ll send a postcard to them after my nap, in fact it’s 2200 (10:00 pm EST), so it feels very late for me. After walking into my bedroom, I noticed a radio. So turned it on, turn the dial to see what radio station suits my fancy, and I came across a radio station with different variations of guitar playing, it’s very relaxing, soothing, and can imagine palm trees. If I could play this to block out the waves, I would sleep better, I thought. So I did and fell asleep without taking off my makeup.