Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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6 June 1944. So many gave their lives on that fateful day In many various ways to stop the Nazi oppression. I was a young child of three on that day, My father being in the very midst of it all. He, because of his educational background-- Physiologist and engineer-- Was absconded to work in secret On high altitude breathing equipment. Our planes, limited by freezing O2 masks, Were pummelled by the high flying Germans. First, he designed a mask with a double layer over the face Which, when warmed by the cheeks, Would allow continued flow of life giving O2. Then he tested them in chambers and in the B-17's. This effort was the beginning towards his early death, For he carried a rheumatic fever, wounded heart from childhood-- He lasted until only 57 years of age, in spite of medical intervention. Third, the government instructed that he form a production company To produce for the war, all sizes of needed masks and goggles. This he did with a 'partner' who was later revealed as dishonest. So much confusion and turmoil for him at the war's conclusion. I remember several trips to Cape Cod to visit a French-Canadian attorney, Hired to protect my father, innocent on all counts. While they worked on the case, I met a glorious sand and beach grass habitat ! I never completely understood everything until years later. I do remember the eight white plaster head models, Placed under the cellar workbench, Used to model for the many face variations, sized for a proper mask fit. One thing I learned was my father's beautiful coin collection, Which he often showed us children was obligated to be sold. If he were still alive, what a joy to discuss with him today All the wonderful coin sagas I now myself have learned. So many memories like this linger in my 'historical mind'. Frank Maurer Finished on 4 July 2024 1715 Hour.