(The photos of Remy and Clara have been lost. My thanks go to Laurinda Alcantara, who posted this photo on Pinterest. It reminds me of the photos I remember of Remy and Clara.)
Louis told Remy and Clara about his two younger sisters Ruth and Carol back home in St. Louis, and fifteen year old Ruth became their pen pal.
Jill Sharp for the photo of Philippine shoes she posted on Pinterest.) Ruth had three daughters, and I was the eldest. We were fascinated by Remy's and Clara's photos, the graceful shoes, and their letters written in fine script on fragile paper with exotic stamps on the envelopes. There was something touching in the story of the beautiful sisters who had been so kind to a lonely sailor and were beloved by our mother, although they had never met. We wished our mother could find the girls again, but it was not to be. Mom kept their memory alive, and they lived on in our memories, but we never knew what became of them.
It seemed fitting to name our new bull calf in honor of the countless military men and women who gave their lives for our freedom. (Thank you to our daughter Jenny for this photo and the one below.)
While my Uncle Louis did not lose his life in the war (he lives in a VA retirement home), the sacrifice he made for his country nearly included his life due to a serious tropical disease he contracted in the South Pacific, and I always think of him on Memorial Day. Looking at our new calf, I remembered Uncle Louis and his service, as well as the years he spent raising cattle and caring for large animals, and I knew the perfect name for Siobhan's calf: Royal Remembrance--"Remy" for short. As I milked Siobhan that first evening, I told her and Remy the story of Uncle Louis the sailor, his sister Ruth back home, and the beautiful sisters Remy and Clara who were their friends. They are all remembered with love.