Thursday, June 26, 2014

Friends Do Everything Together- Including Cause Trouble...

It began with the Light Brahma who is on top in this photo. She prefers to hang out in the house. She likes to move the eggs around, sit on them, and sometimes eat them if we don't get to them fast enough.
I have to crawl almost completely inside this house and pick them up to get to the eggs!


On this particular day, I had to pick both of them up. They are friends, as you can tell, and they were trying to work together. They don't bite be, or even pretend to, but when I go for eggs, they whine. A rather high pitched, screechy whine. And as soon as I let one go, she jumps back on top of the other, thwarting my progress toward collecting eggs from this pen. I think they believe they will hatch the eggs themselves, though, they are notorious for having little peck holes in the eggs they are sitting on.


I have tried wooden eggs, and that usually works for about a week, until one of the kids inadvertently collects the wooden egg or they figure it out and leave me the wooden egg at the opening of the house.


These two have become best friends and accomplices, so I check them for eggs several times a day as I go past!


On this particular day, though, I wasn't fast enough. And if they thought they looked innocent when I walked up, here is the evidence: broken egg shell glue by egg goo to her leg feathering.  My son walked past when I was trying to deal with them, and he just said, " Mom, those girls are nuts. YOU are washing that bird!" Such a sweet boy... ehemmmm...


I suppose we all need a best friend- one to have fun with, and cause trouble- or get into trouble- with. Who is yours? And who are the best friend/ accomplices at your house?

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Monday Evening Fun


Charlie and I went to get the kids at camp last Friday and Wyatt couldn't wait to get home to his dog! Excuse the very grainy photo, but it was dark, and I am still learning the flash on the phone camera =) Shadow and Wyatt were so happy to see each other! Shadow was crying and jumping and just so happy to have him home.


Shadow was happy to see Bailey, too, but there is just nothing like Wyatt Clay in her world. When we went to pick up the kids, we were met with counselors who invited her to stay for the remainder of the summer to be a counselor in training, getting her ready to be a counselor next year. Wow! So excited, but lots of time away. She will be home most weekends though. So after attending an all day college class Saturday, we washed everything and she went back to camp, leaving her animals with Wyatt and I until Friday!



Wyatt likes to tell everyone he doesn't like the goats, but we know the truth. Really, he just likes the bucks, and 4-H won't allow him to show just them, so he enjoys them here at home. While Let Your Light Shine is the crazy friendly bottle baby who is completely at home in the house, Freedom's Prayer is Wyatt's favorite, hands down.

During evening chores, I tend to let the boys out. Shine gets a couple bottles of milk, and the boys all get to visit with the other animals around the farm as they wander.


Uncle Obediah and Daddy Powerstroke watch the young bucklings as they explore and play. Shadow loves this time too, since some if the boys play with her and pretend to let her herd them.


When Shadow herds Shine or Obediah,  the run for the pen, and then when she turns to get Powerstroke or Freedom's Prayer,  they pretend to run up behind her like they are going to head butt her in the rear end.


Below is Obediah, pretending to jog for the gate to the boys' pen. This was right before he and Shine dashed together after silly Shadow. 


Once back in the pen, the boys play together, wrestling, butting heads, or turning their plastic houses into toys. 


While Uncle Obediah prefers to play  turtle, the bucklings like king of the mountain, or in this case, Freedom's Prayer was in the mood for rock the boat. 


Sometimes when I catch the animals playing, they stop and stare at me as though they are trying to look innocent. This time, though, Freedom's Prayer posed for the camera! 

The boys are growing up fast, but I think they have also been great fun for the rest of the herd and the whole farm! 



Monday, June 23, 2014

Adventures in Home Repair- the Ceiling Fan Edition, part one...

Part of the fun of being a military wife is all of the fun things you learn to do on your own. And with your kids. All military wives know the same fun of any wife whose husband travels for work. You know, the cars where the alternator dies and all of the electrical goes out in the fast lane at the top of a hill at rush hour and you pray as you muscle it down the hill with a foot on the brake, hoping the other cars let you over so you can coast into the church parking lot at the bottom of the hill in the scary part of town? (Cue kind father in law to bail you out and bring a mechanic to the rescue... husband had barely crossed the state line when that happened!)

Yeah, that kind of fun. And I must note, my husband's deployments and TDYs, incessant as they were, never took him overseas. He almost did, but then they changed his orders. I know how lucky I am, but I still spend a good bit of time on my own, troubleshooting issues, hiring contractors when needed, and learning LOTS of new skills!

I have long been terrified by electrical work. It is on my list of classes to take, when the time arises (haha), but until then, I will learn a little at a time. Recently, a ceiling fan with a light, originally installed by a contractor (long story) literally fell out of the ceiling. Thankfully, no one was right under it, but it did sustain a couple broken light globes and a bent fan blade arm. 

I did what any goofy girl who no longer trusts contractors but wants it fixed would do...

I took pictures of the parts left behind, and stopped at the local Ace Hardware on the way home. While I really like Lowes for a number of things, when it comes to quirky how tos and random things you only run into in your part of town, the local small hardware store is a good first stop.


So I pulled out my not-so-smart phone and showed him what was left and where I thought it had failed,


which was this bracket you see below.


The man agreed with me that washes might be just the trick to getting the tiny screws to hold in the bracket. Then he explained how to hook up the wiring- white to white, black to black, and add the blue to the black bundle since it had a light on the fan, and leave the green as it was for the ground. That sounded easy enough, so I purchased washers and headed for home. Note to all of you for future reference- the washers actually needed to fit in the bracket- oops- so luckily we have a big stash of washers in the tool shed!


That afternoon, Bailey tried to hold the fan up for me to wire back together. We realized quickly that was just too awkward. So we took a bar stool, and stood it on the counter. We propped the fan on the stool, and the kids tried to help me by passing tools up when needed and making sure I didn't knock the fan down. 


That way, the wiring went pretty easily.


See? All hooked up, with the little things screwed on to hold the wires together properly.


The kids ended up having to help me shove the wired in while positioning the fan rod arm in the bracket. But then the housing went on fairly simply. And the big exciting part- it turned on! 


I decided to wait on getting new globes (and of course trying out the fan) until I figured out how to bend the arm back into place. I am still having trouble with that part. In fact, I stopped and looked at parts while getting paint at the big hardware store over the weekend. Turns out, the guy there thought I should give up and buy a new fan.


I am not ready to give up on it yet, gonna stop at ACE this week and ask about that part, and see if Wyatt can help me try again tonight, too.It is never as simple as it should be, but if we can figure this out, then Wyatt and I are going to put in a new fan switch in his. A little more intense on the electrical, but I found an online how-to, so you never know...

New Feeders! Always Trying to Improve!

For those of you who follow the blog, you are likely aware of the stages we have gone through with feeders. The chickens like to dump their food on the ground, and we also have issues with summer monsoons bringing water nearly parallel to the ground, wind gusts and micro-bursts, and also with wild animals. It is the wild animals that bring us the greatest concern, since they not only eat a lot of food, but also can bring disease, so we have been through several versions of feeders to try to come up with the best solution for our animals, who rather enjoy their treats along with their soy-free, corn-free, non-gmo organic feed!

Wyatt recently found these feeders he was hoping to try. So we purchased one and brought it home, hoping to see of it would help with all of the competing needs. The Silkie pen was first for this new feeder. 


Being that there was already a hook in the pen, and they don't have as much rain reaching the area where that would put hte feed, it was a good first choice. I added a scoop of feed, which would usually last 2-3 days with them. I didn't figure that would require filling it all the way, which would also mean that I didn't have to fret so much about losing a lot of feed if this idea was a bust with them!


I raided Bailey's stash of bailing twine, and tied the feeder to hang high enough that the Silkies stand properly as they eat, nothing can jump in it, but that the geriatric White Faced Black Spanish hens that are in retirement in the Silkies' pen can still eat just fine. This was very early last week, and it took them much of the week to go through the scoop I put in there. I regularly saw all of the different chickens that reside in there munching away, so I decided it was worth trying a wider spread application of the new feeder.


We cannot afford to purchase new feeders for all of the poultry at one time, but I did go ahead and buy two more last Saturday, and Wyatt and I stood and decided the next to pens for roll out were the main laying pens, the A pen and the Big pen. These pens usually go through about a scoop per day in this weather. So we started in the Big pen, where this 4x4 is angled near the doorway of their barn, helping re-frame it after a micro-burst several years ago. I ran in a longer, thicker cup hook. It wouldn't angled or hang properly if I left it on the hook, so  we put it high enough that the feeder would swing freely and not have any pests feeding on it from the support beam, but still have it centered in and back far enough from the opening of the barn.


As soon as Wyatt poured the scoop in, we were surrounded by hens who felt the need to push us out of the way so they could be among the first to enjoy their new feeder.


The A pen was a little more challenging. There is a metal support for the roof, which was pretty easy to tie the feeder to, since the corners are favorite roosting spots and we didn't want accidental poop in the feeder or rain from the monsoons. The blue in the edge of the photo is a plastic tabletop that we use for nesting boxes to sit on, and that arrangement may have to be revisited if they fuss over the feeder or knock into when they fuss over next boxes (don't all hens want to use the same box at the same time at your house, too?)


So far, all of the new feeders are working beautifully. Feed economy might be slightly improved, although Wyatt is having a hard time with filling the feeders which are slightly smaller than the feed scoop. I will have to help him find a better solution for that this week. We also found a couple white buckets that still have the handles on them, which we plan to try to rig as temporary hanging feeders in the grow out pen and a couple of the breeding pens, I will try to take photos when we work on those so you can try it too, just as soon as we get the buckets unstuck!

What all have you all tried? Where do you put the fodder feed for your chickens for those of you who also use fodder? Please share your photos and solutions with us, and let me know who to credit so that I can share them with others trying to learn! 
Have a great day!


Saturday, June 21, 2014

Playtime for the Little Bucks



Sometimes, you just have to rest up for the fun, right? 


After a nap in the computer chair, followed by a bottle or two,   Patriots Dream Let Your Light Shine was ready to go back out to play with his friends in the buck pen.


Obediah believes that playing turtle with parts from a plastic house is th best game ever. Second, in his opinion?  Hide and seek with the same thing!  Still, he is a good uncle and plays head but softly with the young bucklings too.


Daddy Powerstroke let's them play balance on his back, but I can't seem to get a picture of it!


Funny how they don't want to have their photos done with the fun stuff, as soon as I pick up the camera, they stand up and stare at me! 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Playtime With the Big Boys

Shine is too old to play with the does now without constant supervision, but really loves to play with the big boys. Daddy Powerstroke is kind and cuddly, and Uncle Obediah is the goofy rough and tumble uncle. Bailey was working in the doe pen yesterday, and I was seeing to ,y grow out pen a nd geese nearby, so snapped these photos through the fence (they all just want pet if we are inside the fence, so from outside was the only way to catch the fun!


Obediah rears up on his back legs, and Shine rears up too. Then Obediah drops to all four a few inches shy of a head but, and lets Shine heat but him.


Obediah allows Let Your Light Shine to push him all over the pen, as though he is winning  a great wrestling match! Shine loves every minute of it, going like gangbusters, racing around and acting all goofy tough. They talk and ma and play in the cool morning hours with great abandon.


Here, Obediah allows Shine to shove him, shoulder to shoulder, moving in a circle like he is spun off balance by the little one. Shine really needs the time with other goats, Obediah and Powerstroke are really missing their old buddy Huey. The play time is really important for all of them!


Every so often, they take a short break for a snack at the hay feeder. The bog boys share one side, leaving the other for the little one to have room. Shine just thinks he is such a big boy like his daddy and uncle! He prances around in between mouthfuls, tail wagging and singing to us as if to say, "Did you see that? I am BIG!" You just have to love the youthful exuberance the little ones bring to the herd!


Tuesday, June 3, 2014

National Egg Day 2014


Today is National Egg Day! So what does that mean? Oh, I don't know exactly, except that we seem to have a day for everything in the declaration of some group somewhere! But as I thought over the course of the day about what I could post- a photo of a colorful egg basket, some of our different sizes of eggs, or double yolk-ers, etc, I came across the following meme on Facebook:




Honestly, they have a point. 

For some reason, we want the commodities to remain the same, while we are willing to pay more for luxury goods and convenience items, giving less importance to how things are raised or produced.

You often see me say things like "Vote with your dollars." This merely means that by the choices you make in your shopping, you are voting for specific ways of raising animals and growing food.

This applies to gmos, pesticides, hothouse foods, seasonal foods, and the feed used with livestock. It looks at buying local, and noticing how animals are raised and treated, as well as demanding the feed to be in accordance with your values. If you are looking for organic, non gmo veggies, are you looking for non-gmo feed for the livestock? 

Or maybe that doesn't matter, but when you look at the cost of eggs over time, and the inflation against the cost of other commodities across time, and consider how many of those commodities have extra things added now to keep the prices artificially low, we must think hard about whether we like those prices more than the original product, and whether the cost of those prices in terms of long term health care costs are worth it.

Also, when choosing to pay more for an item, like pastured eggs, or organic or cage free, understand the meaning of the term. While there are many folks who provide local fresh eggs to the markets, there are a few different price points, and also some are kept in different environments or fed different feeds. Then decide for yourself what is right for you and your family. Not sure what they are? Check out the meanings in this blog post here:

And, for your reference, here is a commodity retail price sheet. Have fun, and I welcome your comments and thoughts!


Retail Prices of Selected Foods in U.S. Cities, 1890–2011

Prices below are in dollars or cents.

YearFlour
(5 lbs)
Bread
(lb)
Round
steak
(lb)
Bacon
(lb)
Butter
(lb)
Eggs
(doz.)
Milk
(1/2 gal.)
Oranges
(doz.)
Potatoes
(10 lbs)
Coffee
(lb)
Sugar
(5 lbs)
2011$2.75$1.48$4.69$4.82$3.67$1.95$1.86$6.00$7.35$5.65$3.51
2010$2.36$1.41$4.41$4.77$3.63$1.47$1.66$6.00$5.79$4.16$3.11
197058.9¢24.3¢$1.3094.9¢86.6¢61.4¢65.9¢86.4¢89.7¢91.1¢64.8¢
196558.120.9$1.0881.375.452.752.677.893.783.359.0
196055.420.3$1.0565.574.957.352.074.871.875.358.2
195553.817.790.365.970.960.646.252.856.493.052.1
195049.114.393.663.772.960.441.249.346.179.448.7
194532.18.840.641.150.758.131.248.549.330.533.4
194021.58.036.427.336.033.125.629.123.921.226.0
193525.38.336.041.336.037.623.422.019.125.728.2
193023.08.642.642.546.444.528.257.136.039.530.5
192530.59.336.247.155.255.427.857.136.050.435.0
192040.511.539.552.370.168.133.463.263.047.097.0
191521.07.023.026.935.834.117.6n.a.15.030.033.0
191018.0n.a.17.425.535.933.716.8n.a.17.0n.a.30.0
190516.0n.a.14.018.129.027.214.4n.a.17.0n.a.30.0
190012.5n.a.13.214.326.120.713.6n.a.14.0n.a.30.5
189512.0n.a.12.313.024.920.613.6n.a.14.0n.a.26.5
189014.5n.a.12.312.525.520.813.6n.a.16.0n.a.34.5

NOTE: n.a. = not available.
Source: U.S. Bureau of the Census, Historical Statistics of the United States, Colonial Times to 1970, Bicentennial Edition, Part 2., Bureau of Labor Statistics, 2011







Feel Good Story about good people- Had to Share


My friend, Toni, shared this photo on Facebook yesterday, We both have military family members, as is the case for most families, since until this generation, the burden of the battle was spread out more across our communities and people. Toni's uncle is on the left in the photo. I love looking at photos of family and looking for resemblance, too. I would swear the photos of my grandfather in his uniform look so strikingly like my sister, and there are others in the family like that. 

Apparently this photo is in the Smithsonian! Pretty neat, with all of the stories to have that personal link. Then I read on in the comments on her post. She also shared the following story of these folks choosing to do the right thing by a tiny infant. In times when human decency often feels lost in the competitive translation of life, and we see over and over folks manipulating the truth for personal gain, I needed a good story about people leading from the heart, so I thought I would share.

Hope you all enjoy! Have a great day =) !




April 12, 2003
Section: News
Edition: Home; The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Page: A1

Vietnam miracle reunion

A woman's pursuit of her roots resurrects memories for metro residents of a baby's rescue and struggle to overcome war's brutality.
BILL OSINSKI
DOWNIEVILLE, CALIF. -- Out of the massacre came a miracle.
In a Viet Cong attack on a village in May 1969, everyone was killed -- except a baby girl found wounded in her dead mother's arms.
U.S. soldiers, helicopter crewmen, medics, nurses and doctors saved her life. They gave her a name, Kathleen.
Eventually, the Americans came back home, not knowing what became of Kathleen. But they never forgot her.
About 12 years ago, she began a search for answers about her past.
On Monday, they will finally meet again.
Baby Kathleen is now Kathleen Epps, a Northern California wife with three daughters of her own. The prospect of Monday's reunion at a Texas army base thrills her, yet makes her anxious.
"What would be an appropriate gift for saving my life?" said Epps, who was adopted by a U.S. Navy officer. "I can't show up with nothing. What should I bring after 34 years?"
Two of her rescuers -- a Lithia Springs paramedic and a Marietta real estate broker -- say Kathleen has already given them a priceless gift.
"She was a bright spot in a very bad time. She made all the rest of it bearable," said Richard Hock, a former medic who lives in Lithia Springs and is one of Epps' godparents. "Of all the things that stuck with me from Vietnam, I've always wondered what happened to that child."
Still, Hock said he, too, is worried about gifts for the reunion.
"I wish I had something to bring her from back then," he said. "But all I can bring is my memories and myself."
Bending the rules
Flight records show that Huey helicopter commander David Alderson was called to perform a "dustoff" rescue on May 15, 1969, after American soldiers reported finding wounded Vietnamese civilians in a village. "Dustoff" is the term used for a no-landing, in-and-out helicopter rescue mission.
It was a day when Alderson would log more than 12 hours in the air and make at least three trips to Third Field Hospital.
He recalled a medic telling him that they had a wounded child, who had been locked in the tight embrace of her dead mother for more than two days. The soldiers pried the two apart to rescue the baby girl.
"We thought the baby was going to die," Alderson said.
Had he radioed his base for instructions, he probably would have been told to go to a Vietnamese hospital.
Instead, Alderson headed for Third Field Hospital, a U.S. facility set up in a converted school in the heart of Saigon.
"Every now and then, we just didn't call in," he said. "In this case, a lot of people bent the rules."
For most of that day, the staff at Third Field Hospital had struggled to keep up with a heavy flow of casualties, recalls Donna Rowe, the head triage nurse, who now lives in Marietta.
But when the radio call came in -- "Will you receive civilian casualties?" -- there had been a brief slowdown.
Had she followed the rules, Rowe would have redirected the Huey. Third Field Hospital was primarily for wounded American solders. Wounded Vietnamese civilians were the lowest priority guests.
"Tell 'em to come on," Rowe said.
Hock, the former medic, remembers that moment well.
"We (he and Rowe) just looked at each other and knew it was the right thing to do," he said.
Hock took the baby from the ambulance drivers who'd shuttled her in from the helicopter landing pad across the street from the hospital.
The baby was near death, said Darrell Warren, another medic on duty. She was dehydrated, malnourished and had fragmentation wounds in her abdomen and lower chest.
"She was blowing up on her own blood," Rowe said.
Rowe said the baby was rushed to the X-ray room so pieces of shrapnel from the attack could be located.
On the way from X-ray to the operating room, Rowe saw a chaplain, the Rev. Luke Sullivan, and pulled him into the crowd that was half-running down the hospital corridor.
"Father, come with us, you have to baptize this baby," Rowe said.
She knew that if the baby were baptized by a Catholic priest, and if she survived surgery, she could find a bed at a nearby Catholic orphanage.
Sullivan said he didn't have the holy water for a baptism. Rowe suggested that tap water would suffice.
So there was a Catholic baptism, with Rowe, a Methodist, serving as godmother, and Hock, then a Methodist, and Warren, a Mormon, as co-godfathers.
But no one knew the baby's name. Rowe said she should be christened Kathleen Fields -- the first name from the Irish ballad "I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen."
Rowe and the others then took Kathleen to the operating room, where a surgeon removed the shrapnel and stabilized Kathleen.
"She was so tiny, she only went from here to there," Rowe said, indicating the distance from her elbow to the palm of her hand. "They had to use the smallest tools we had."
After the surgery, they made a crib for Kathleen: an orange crate lined with warm towels. They fashioned diapers from washcloths reinforced by sanitary napkins.
Then, a medical staffer wondered about stretching the rules to treat a Vietnamese baby.
"Captain, there's going to be some heat over this," Rowe recalls hearing.
"What are they going to do, send me to Vietnam?" she answered.
The next day the hospital commander approached Rowe.
"Captain, I understand we have a civilian patient," he said.
"Yes, sir, we do," she said.
"Well done," the commander said.
From then on, the baby became the darling of the hospital staff.
"Every spare moment, we spent with her," said co-godfather Warren.
He and the other hospital staffers were touched by the baby who smiled more than she wept, he said.
"Kathleen was one of those special little people who grabs you and pulls the good things out of you," Warren said.
They cadged money from other staffers, telling them to cut back on beer, to buy baby clothes and supplies. They painted the classroom ward where the baby was kept.
"We were like two idiots," Warren said of his and Hock's attempts to care for the child. "If it wasn't for Donna showing us how to be parents, that baby would've been in a lot of trouble."
A few days after Kathleen arrived, three soldiers in combat gear came into the hospital. They asked if the hospital had treated a wounded baby, and if it had survived.
Rowe directed them to Kathleen's room, where they visited briefly, then headed out. As they passed Rowe, one of the men said, "Thank you."
"Those combat troops did something exceptional and wonderful. They could have kept right on walking," Rowe said. "But they were compassionate and caring. They were Americans."
But there were still challenges ahead: The baby couldn't eat. Rowe said Kathleen could not tolerate cow's milk or goat's milk. It wasn't until Red Cross workers brought in soy-based formula that the baby started to thrive.
After about two weeks, Kathleen was healthy enough to be transferred to St. Elizabeth's orphanage. Rowe told the men to scrounge extra food from the hospital mess to take with the baby to the orphanage.
A family for Kathleen
With her medical emergency over, Kathleen was safe, but without a family to call her own.
At a chapel service shortly after Kathleen arrived at the hospital, Sullivan, the chaplain, told the story of the miracle baby. Among the worshippers was a Navy officer, Marvin Cords.
After the service, Cords approached the priest and asked about adopting Kathleen. The priest took him to the hospital.
"When I first saw her, she had a wound dressing that just about covered her entire body," Cords said.
At the time, Cords and his first wife, Sally, had already adopted three children, but they had talked about adopting a Vietnamese child.
He hired a Vietnamese attorney and started to track down Kathleen's birth certificate.
Weeks passed, but still no birth certificate came from the nuns at the orphanage.
At this point, Cords sought help from Sullivan, who did a little priestly arm-twisting.
"He told the nuns, 'Get a birth certificate for that child, or you'll never get another nickel from anyone at this hospital,' " Cords said. Days later, Kathleen had a birth certificate.
After more government red tape and delays, including having to get a waiver signed by then-South Vietnamese President Nguyen Van Thieu, Cords brought Kathleen to America.
"She was shy, but very, very stubborn," said Sally Gibson, her adoptive mother.
Mostly, the family lived on military bases around the country. Kathleen recalls that the children, including two more who were adopted later, were summoned to dinner by the ringing of a ship's bell.
The six adopted children created a multicultural rainbow of ethnic heritages: African-American, Native-American, Vietnamese and Caucasian. Kathleen remembers that when they lived in South Carolina, some of the kids on the school bus taunted her African-American brother.
The rest of the Cords kids jumped to their brother's defense, and the name-calling ended that day.
Lost and found
About 12 years ago, Epps started to get serious about searching for her roots.
"I figured once I found somebody from the hospital, they could tell me where I came from," she said.
In June 2002, she left an entry in the guest book of a Vietnam veterans Web site: "I'm looking for any staff and/or military personnel who may have been at Third Field Hospital in Saigon, 1969. Anyone who may have remembered a small Vietnamese girl brought in by helicopter. Her whole village was killed by Viet Cong? . . . I have very few names and no memories except the year and the place. Could you please contact me, if anyone knows anything? Thanks!"
A few weeks later, Ed Russell, a retired federal employee living near Philadelphia, saw the entry.
Russell had served as a chaplain's assistant to Sullivan in Vietnam, but left the country in May 1969, and had never heard the story of Baby Kathleen.
In July 2002, Russell visited Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C., where there are archives of the U.S. medical forces from the Vietnam era.
He found a storypublished in a Florida newspaper in 1969, written by war correspondent Helen Musgrove. It was titled "Miss Ecumenical." It was the story of Kathleen's baptism.
Russell sent an e-mail to the woman who'd left the notice in the guest book..
"Finally, I had found somebody who might know something, but I didn't want to scare him off," Epps said. "A couple of e-mails later, I told him I was that Kathleen."
The Florida story gave the names of Donna Rowe, the former Army nurse, and Richard Hock, the former medic. Rowe was the key, but they had no clue where to find her.
Russell kept up the Internet search, though, and found an Army nurses' Web site, where an October 2002 Atlanta Journal-Constitution story had been posted.
Missing link located
Last October, Rowe told the story of Baby Kathleen to filmmakers shooting "In the Shadow of the Blade," a documentary about medical rescues.
"To think that we saved this little scrap of a thing," said Rowe, now a real estate broker in Marietta. "I thought I would never see her again."
Russell told Epps about Rowe's story in the newspaper.
Then, Epps contacted Cheryl Fries, the creative director of the documentary, who led her to Rowe.
After that, a torrent of information poured in, filling the blanks of Epps' past.
"I had to tell Cheryl to let me rest for a few days, it was so overwhelming," Epps said.
The news that Kathleen had found them was no less of a shock to the veterans of the Third Field Hospital. Neither Hock nor Rowe had known that for the past 20 years, they have lived within a half an hour's drive from each other.
About a month ago, Hock came home and found a voicemail from a woman who wanted to talk to him about Vietnam.
He doesn't like talking about much of his wartime experience, but he called back.
A woman called out for someone else to come quickly to the phone: "Kathleen."
Hock knew exactly what the call was about.
Once the story started coming together, the filmmakers decided to reunite Kathleen with her rescuers for the documentary.
Fries said it was too powerful a story not to tell fully.
"This is a story about humanity in the middle of war, about good people in a bad situation," she said. "Kathleen's future exists because good people in American uniforms cared."
On Monday, Epps will fly by Huey helicopter into Fort Sam Houston near San Antonio, Texas, where many Army nurses trained for Vietnam.
Alderson had planned to pilot the Huey, but he died last week of pneumonia at a Virginia hospital.
A substitute for Alderson, one of his co-pilots in Vietnam, will be flying the Huey. Rowe, Hock and Warren will be on the ground, guiding it to a landing.
Epps will be bringing more than herself to the Texas reunion.
Along with her parents, she will bring her husband, Billy, and their three daughters, Mary-Ann, 8; Jo-Jo, 6; and Sean, 5.
They live in Downieville, Calif., a town of less than 500 people in the historic gold rush area of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
A sketch of Epps' family life includes a blue-collar dad and stay-at-home mom, and a house where bears come to climb in the back yard trees.
He said the reunion will help his wife and his daughters "fill in some missing parts of the family history." Now, it's part of his history as well, he added.
As Donna Rowe prepared to come to the reunion to celebrate the story of Kathleen Epps, she was touched by an Iraqi wartime tragedy.
She got a call from a man who works frequently for her, the dad of Diego Rincon, of Conyers. His son, an Army private, was killed in Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Once again, Rowe found herself comforting a family shattered by war.
"I thought that part of my life was over," she said. "That's why Kathleen's story needs to be told now."
For Hock, Kathleen's story is one that transcends the brutality of war, a Vietnam flashback that brings joy rather than dread.
"It's about this baby who had the will to survive and who did. She flourished and became a beautiful woman with a beautiful family," he said. "It's the great American dream all over again."
Photo: To medics Darrell Warren and Richard Hock, and nurse Donna Rowe (from left), Kathleen Epps will always be Baby Kathleen, who they helped save after a 1969 Viet Cong strike.
Photo: Baby Kathleen was christened Kathleen Fields, with her first name taken from an Irish ballad and her last name because she was found in the field and saved at Third Field Hospital. / Courtesy of Donna Rowe
Photo: Donna Rowe (center), sitting in a Huey helicopter, recounts the day Baby Kathleen was brought in to Third Field Hospital in Vietnam, where she worked as head triage nurse to Patrick Fries (left), who is making a documentary about medical rescues. / BEN GRAY / Staff
Photo: Kathleen Epps and her husband, Billy, stand with daughters Jo-Jo (from left), 6, Mary-Ann, 8, and Sean, 5, near their home in Downieville, Calif. They will all attend the reunion. / BILL OSINSKI / Staff