In the afternoons she’d fetch me and we’d stroll by Admiral Nimitz’s house. He’d knock on his living room window, then saunter out arrange a time before supper when he would drop by and take me on his evening stroll with his Great Dane.
Ham radio operators would often intercept our conversations just to say hello. That’s when we would use a code to switch frequencies and lose them. It turned out we were in violation of international FCC regulations concerning amateur radio transmissions because we often fled into military restricted areas for quick coded messages. Concerned operators complained because we were always disappearing from the frequency band when they began their friendly conversation, called “Qso” or “Qso-ing.”
A typical communication such as “Send us more guns and ammunition” sounded like this: “Give Lilly a message for me. Hold on, I have to go see Mary.” (Go up 81 kilos.) “Tell her to send … Wait, I have to water the plants.” (Go down 31 kilos.) “Okay, meet you at 15.” (Go up 15 kilos.) “Send Bibles and toys for the kids.”
I noticed medications, well organized, on a shelf next to the window. There, untouched and waiting for use, stood my mother’s anti-nausea syrup and almost all of her pain medication.