Finding History

December 2014.
I measure homes for remodeling and then model them in a program called Vectorworks. Last week I was at a South Bay Area home in CA and as we were measuring the huge backyard we came across some hedges that were in a rectangle formation. As we got closer to the hedges we noticed a rusty metal door/hatch. I asked what do you think it is? I tried to open the hatch to no avail. My co-worker then helped and we got the hatch opened.

You go down, no you go down, You weigh 150lbs less than I do you go down. He decided to go down.

He gets to the bottom rung and notices the floor is covered in water. I had rained most of the week and was raining during our adventure. I through a rock down to only notice that the water wasn't at all deep. I told him to go check it out and gave him the camera. He then decides he has seen enough and comes back up. I said when are you ever gonna get a chance to go into one of these again. He said he didnt care and got out. So then decide to go down. Gloves on, flashlight in hand, hat on. I step over the hedge, then make my way down. I was a little spooky not knowing what to expect.

It goes around the corner? Greeeeeat. So I buck up and take the step my coworker refused to take and turned the corner.

No natural light in this place once the hatch is closed. The flash of the camera did a nice job showing the walls. 

As I stood and looked around at the concrete walls, survival water and grain. I thought what drives a person to build something like this. The owner later told me the owner before them built it in 1961. That year was the Cuban missal crisis. The threat of a nuclear attack became real for many in the US. Because Cuba is so close to the US. The owner moved by fear or the idea of being prepared had it built. Today it is just a time capsule. I hope the new owners leave it or even add things from the 60s down there. Could someone actually survive a nuclear attack in this bunker? I have a feeling you couldn't. 

But what an adventure to go down into one and see one in person.

IN MEMORY OF FRED A. WYMORE

So yesterday I was helping put away the tree in the garage and my mom and I came across some old papers in the garage that were my Grandpa Wymores. We decided to take them in. Inside three pieces of bright pink paper caught our eye, It was a poem written about my Grandfathers Father, IN MEMORY OF FRED WYMORE, by my grandmothers sister, Darlene Burgess. The interesting thing is my great grandfather died on Jan 9th 1957, yesterdays date 57 years ago.

“IN MEMORY OF FRED WYMORE.”

If we could tune our sets in on Heaven,

I’m sure it our banish our tears;

To see what Brother Wymore’s enjoying,

And will through eternity’s years.

I’m sure as he reached Heaven’s portals,

Jesus must have drawn him to His breast,

And said, “Well done my faithful one.”

“Enter now into the rest.”

As they walked on the shored of Heaven

They sat down to talk awhile.

Jesus said, “The reason I called you home

I wanted you here with me, my child.

On earth you were so very faithful

I was proud of the stand you took

Although trials and problems came your way.

Your God, you never forsook.

Your faith in men never wavered,

I heard your every prayer.

And while on earth I watched you,

You were a testimony everywhere.

So many times, I spoke to your heart for I knew,

Your consecration was true.

For I knew when I’d call you would listen

And do what I asked you to do.

You gave generously for your time and money,

More than was required of thee.

I knew in the spirit you helped others,

You did it as unto me.

So, in you sleep I transplanted you,

From earth to Heaven you see.

You proved yourself worthwhile below,

To rule and reign with me.”

Then our Brother Wymore speaks softly,

As he looks in our dear Saviour’s face,

I only tried to show how I loved you,

I’m just a sinner saved by your grace.

Those things I did, you layed on my heart,

You blessed me o’re and o’re.

You gave me such a sweet and wonderful mate,

And two children I loved and adored.

Then you blessed even more and sent grand shildren

They brought a lot of you to my heart.

You honored my prayers and you never failed

In our home you were so much a part.

And I feel quite unworthy

For you’ve done so much more for me,

But now my earth’s journey is over

I’m glad to be home with Thee.”

And Jesus His eyes full of fondness

As they arise and walk on their way,

Says, “Brother Wymore remember Enoch”

You were an Enoch of your day.”

 ---Written by;

             Darlene Burgess

(Frederick Ambrose Wymore went to heaven Jan 9, 1957)