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Anna Louise Tittman Memoir - University of Illinois Springfield

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<strong>Anna</strong> Tittm<br />

everythhg until you get onto smooth sea again. So that was an expePience.<br />

There was just two <strong>of</strong> us in a canoe.<br />

'We were the guests <strong>of</strong> Red Cross at luncheon at Seaside Qn. The native<br />

pineapple was an important feature and pmnounced delicioys by all. Af'ter<br />

luncheon, 3: 00 p.m. , I permitted, " -doesn't that sound awful, "permitted the<br />

gmup to disperse for shopping, all meting at Young's H<strong>of</strong>lel at 4: 15 p.m.<br />

I went with a small party. Mr. Rogers, Miss JThgland, Wsg Ireland, and<br />

Dir. Barnham in the cm <strong>of</strong> Mr. Waterhouse as his guest to His country how,<br />

then his city residenc~ His country horn was at the top <strong>of</strong> a mmtab<br />

and it took remarkahile ingenuity on the part <strong>of</strong> Mr. Wate~house to Mve<br />

his car mund the curves and bends without sending us ovqr the edge into<br />

the depths below. Here we had another wonderfW view, Di4mond Head, the<br />

barren mmtain. It stood out alone in its bareness. It*is barren while<br />

all the rest <strong>of</strong> the munta9ns and lowlands are mst verdwt. This difference<br />

is due to the difference in rainfall. After puYlchasing a few postal. and<br />

some films at Young's Hotel, I chapemned my group to theiPier 7 where our<br />

boat awaited us. See, we didn' t have so long there, but 1 spent it well.<br />

"At the pier, we were decorated with gwlmds <strong>of</strong> native ffowers, blue hydrangeas<br />

and, something else." There's a dash there. '"Ih+se~garlands are<br />

called . . . " (chuckles)<br />

A. May be . Yes, that's what It was. Sure, sure, we wed decorated with<br />

that. When we arrived, too, we were. But I didn't get tO say it tl-ysn.<br />

"Many <strong>of</strong> the nurses purchased beads made from seeds <strong>of</strong> native plants. Passed<br />

by the Executive Building which was once the palace <strong>of</strong> wen Ulios<br />

called her Queen Lil , you how-who left her throne when @awaii ask<br />

the United States ownership. We were all on deck when the Nippon + dipped<br />

into the sea.at 5:00 p.m. bound for Yokohama, our next stpp. It's M Japan,<br />

you know. "Again the diving boys hovered around the boat 1 and folloWd US<br />

out for a mile or more. The sky and the sea were never re beautif211, the<br />

muntahs were glorious, and as they faded away in the roaching darhess,<br />

we were conscious <strong>of</strong> a deep feeling that we were sure 1eaV-i~ our own corntry<br />

behind when the far <strong>of</strong>f li&thouse intermittently fla&hed a fond farewell.<br />

" I guess we just interpreted it that way.<br />

"Satur+y, June' the. seventh; Now, it s just a little a week, a day<br />

over a week, since we left San Francisco. We sailed thirtieth <strong>of</strong><br />

lby , Decoration Day. Russian classes resmd. in the<br />

va.rious diversions. Tim passing rapidly.<br />

Vesper semrZce at 5:00 p.m., Dr. Woodbuy in<br />

June the ninth, 1919; PIad court martial,"<br />

Barnham, chmging him with absence from<br />

to ladies, appearhg on the deck without proper miform, snoring, etcetera.<br />

Lots <strong>of</strong> mmimnt . Tuesday, June the tenth, 1919 ; Tha thee day c d ~ a l<br />

af Jams contests and races began with deck golf, shuffleboard and ~)in@;pOng<br />

in the mrning. In the afterrpon we had the mica1 cha3.p contest. / Cracker<br />

contest and so forth and so ow. Sea is calm as glass." %hat was good for<br />

our sick people.<br />

Whesday, June the elevent4; This is the day we lost a& sea. We cmssed

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