december 1912

Gregory “Pappy” Boyington (December 4, 1912 – January 11, 1988)

Gregory “Pappy” Boyington was an American combat pilot who was a United States Marine Corps fighter ace during World War II. He received both the Medal of Honor and the Navy Cross.

Boyington was initially a P-40 Warhawk fighter pilot with the legendary “Flying Tigers” (1st American Volunteer Group) in the Republic of China Air Force in Burma at the end of 1941 and part of 1942, during the military conflict between China and Japan, and the beginning of World War II.

In September 1942, he rejoined the Marine Corps (had been an aviator before the war). In early 1943, he deployed to the South Pacific and began flying combat missions as a Marine F4U Corsair fighter pilot. In September 1943, he took command of U.S. Marine Corps fighter squadron VMF-214 (“Black Sheep”). In January 1944, Boyington, outnumbered by Japanese “Zero” planes, was shot down into the Pacific Ocean after downing one of the enemy planes. He was captured by a Japanese submarine crew and was held as a prisoner of war for more than a year and a half. He was released shortly after the surrender of Japan, and a few days before the official surrender documents were signed.

Merry Christmas My Love (Kol M. X Reader)

~~~Year 1912 December 25th, Christmas Morning~~~
I woke up with the sun on my face, I groan and roll over to Kol’s side of our bed, and realize that he is gone.

‘Look who decided to get out of bed without being bribed this morning…’

I, myself got out of bed and just picked up Kol’s shirt off of the floor and put it on my much smaller frame, for I had no desire to rummage through my closet. I walk into the living room and see Kol placing a box under our very green, very much decorated tree.

“Late getting presents this year, Kol?” I mused, walking up behind wrapping my arms around his waist. He turned and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“I do this every year, I usually get back in bed before you wake up.” He runs his hands up and down my body, and finally stops at my bottom.

“No panties this morning, (Name)?” My cheeks go red, and he throws me over his shoulder, walking back to our bedroom.

“Well, one less thing to take off then.” He says, me knowing him, with a smirk plastered on his face.

‘Good god.’
Kol wraps his arms around me as we catch our breaths. For a while, we cuddle and talk about random things, until I remember that I need to pick up his last gift for today. I wiggle out of his arms, and get dressed, in a simple navy wool dress that reaches my knees, some black stockings, and black boots.

“Why the sudden rush?” His brown eyes displaying sadness, and his mouth frowning.

“I’m going into town to get something.” He smirks,

“Some things, like my present maybe?”

“Maybe.” I say before I give him a peck on the lips and walk out the bedroom door. I put on my hat, coat and my gloves, and about to open the door, when a hand with a large lapis lazuli ring on the ring finger, holds the door closed. The owner now sports a pair of pants.

“That was a pathetic goodbye kiss, don’t you think?” Kol says, eyebrow raised. I smirk and place my arms around his neck, his hands go to my hips, and we plant a passionate kiss on each other’s lips, like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever have. When we finally pull away. I whisper in his ear,

“Goodbye.” I peck his cheek and walk out the front door. On my way to town, I can’t help but to stop and admire the snow-covered buildings and trees along the way.
Hours later, I walk in the front door and quickly place Kol’s present in the back of the tree. I notice that it is very strangely quiet.

“Kol? Are you here?” No response. Only a loud thump, coming from our bedroom. I quickly walk down the hall and open the door, to see Niklaus hovering over Kol, holding the handle of the dagger placed in Kol’s chest. Kol looks at me before his skin turns completely grey.

“Why?” I whisper.

“(Na-“He starts, but I cut him off.

Why, why, WHY?!” I shout as I fall to my knees, tears streaming down my face, and I look at Kol, knowing that I couldn’t do a damn thing about this, unless I had a death wish, I knew I was no match to Niklaus, in fighting at least. But it didn’t stop me from slapping him across his face, he has red handprint on his left cheek.

“Okay, I deserve that.”

“And much more. You deserve all of the horrible things that come to you, you bastard.” He slams me against the nearest wall, hands tightly wrapped around my neck. My feet dangle from the ground, he glares at me murderously.

“What are you going to do, huh? Kill me, and take Kol, and put him back in his reserved box for a few more centuries? Along with Elijah, Finn, who thanks to you, I have never met, running from Mikael for the rest of your days with Rebekah?” He appears to draw back in thought.

“I’m not going to kill you, no that would be quick, easy, and little pain for you. No, I’m just going to take the love of your life away, for as long as I see fit. Happy hunting, love.”

He snaps my neck.
I wake up, Kol and Niklaus are gone, long gone by now. I walk to the living room and see the tree and remember the fun Kol and I had decorating it, all the laughter, happiness, and pure joy. I demolish the whole entire living room, the tree, all of the decorations, and the presents. After a while, I manage to calm down, I see one box survived my rampage. It was the one Kol had this morning. I tear off the wrapping paper and open a small box, and see a note and a smaller box inside.

Dear (Name),
When I met you, I had no idea what love was, I’d had come to resent my family, and had flipped the switch the day I was undaggered. I saw you, young, naïve, and breathtakingly beautiful, I even thought so after I got a good look at your face after we had bumped into each other in the street. We talked, then a sudden downpour drenched us, you took me to your home, and so foolishly invited me in, I was planning on draining you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. You allowed me to stay the night, since the rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon. After I left that morning, on my way home, I kept wondering why, I couldn’t drain you like I had to many others, strangely, I felt guilty about it, I realized that my switch flipped without me even noticing it. To this day, I still can’t figure out how. But I do know that you are the sweetest, kindest, and most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of meeting in all of my years. And I want to give you the proper wedding you had always dreamed of.

I quickly opened the smaller box and saw a diamond ring. I started to cry again, because of the fact that Kol wasn’t here to see me say yes, that Niklaus took him away from me, and that all I could do is hope that I get lucky enough to find him. I looked at the bottom of the letter,

(Name) (Last Name), will you do me the honor of becoming your official husband?

I sat there, crying, for god knows how long, until I finally slipped the ring on my ring finger on top of my ruby ring that Kol gave me the night he took my virginity, and turned me.

‘Kol I’ll find you if it’s the last thing I do.’


Charles George (Cherokee)

A Cherokee from North Carolina, and Private First Class in Korea when he was killed on 30 November 1952. During battle, George threw himself upon a grenade and smothered it with his body. In doing so, he sacrificed his own life but saved the lives of his comrades. For this brave and selfless act, George was posthumously award the Medal of Honor in 1954.

Ernest Edwin Evans (Cherokee-Creek)

A Cherokee/Creek from Oklahoma, during the Battle for Leyte Gulf, 24-26 October 1944, Commander of the USS Johnston, he formed a part of the screen for escort aircraft carriers of the SEVENTH Fleet which on 25 October encountered off Samar the Center Force of the Japanese Fleet after it had transited San Bernardino Strait during the night of 24-25 October. The USS Johnston waged a gallant fight against heavy Japanese fleet units but was sunk by the enemy ships. Lieutenant Commander Evans was awarded the Navy Cross, later recalled and replaced by the Medal of Honor, awarded posthumously by United States Congress.

In addition to the Medal of Honor, the Bronze Star Medal, Purple Heart Medal and Presidential Unit Citation Ribbon, Commander Evans had the China Service Medal, American Defense Medal, Fleet Clasp, and was entitled to the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal with six engagement stars, the World War II Victory Medal, and the Philippine Defense and Liberation Ribbons with one star

Jack C. Montgomery (Cherokee)

A Cherokee from Oklahoma, and a First Lieutenant with the 45th Infantry Division Thunderbirds. On 22 February 1944, near Padiglione, Italy, Montgomery’s rifle platoon was under fire by three echelons of enemy forces, when he single-handedly attacked all three positions, taking prisoners in the process. As a result of his courage, Montgomery’s actions demoralized the enemy and inspired his men to defeat the Axis troops.

Pappy Boyington (Sioux)

Gregory “Pappy” Boyington: (December 4, 1912 – January 11, 1988) was a highly decorated American combat pilot who was a United States Marine Corps fighter ace during World War II. He received both the Medal of Honor and the Navy Cross.


The Griffith Observatory.

On my recent trip to LA I had time to visit the Griffith Observatory and was absolutely moved by it’s history.

Griffith J. Griffith was introduced to astronomy through the Astronomical Section of the Southern California Academy of Sciences. He was also impressed by his visits to the new research observatory established at Mount Wilson in 1904. He believed that an individual gained an enlightened perspective when looking at the skies. His reaction after looking through the 60-inch telescope at Mount Wilson – then the largest in the world – was described by John Anson Ford: “The experience moved him profoundly - a distant, heavenly body suddenly being brought so close and made so real!” Ford quotes Griffith as saying: 

“Man’s sense of values ought to be revised. If all mankind could look through that telescope, it would change the world!”

Griffith’s experience on Mount Wilson focused his desire to make science more accessible to the public. On December 12, 1912, he offered the City of Los Angeles $100,000 for an observatory to be built on the top of Mount Hollywood to be fully owned and operated by the City of Los Angeles. Griffith’s plan for the observatory would include an astronomical telescope open to free viewing, a Hall of Science designed to bring the public into contact with exhibits about the physical sciences, and a motion picture theater which would show educational films about science and other subjects.

Ramona Trinidad Iglesias-Jordan de Soler (August 31, 1889 – May 29, 2004) was a Puerto Rican supercentenarian, and, according to documents compiled in March 2004, the oldest documented person in the world after the death of Mitoyo Kawate, although German American Charlotte Benkner, who was about 3½ months younger, had been given recognition in the meantime.

Iglesias-Jordan was born and grew up in Utuado, the child of Eduardo Iglesias-Ortiz and Luisa Jordan-Correa (some spelling variants are found in records). She attended a school without American teachers in Puerto Rico (it later became common practice to bring American teachers to teach English in Puerto Rican schools). Despite this and the fact that she was only able to attend elementary school, she was fluent in English.

She married Alfonso Soler in 1912. They were interviewed together in the 1920 United States Census when she was 30 and they lived in Arecibo. The couple later moved to the San Juan area known as Santurce. They never had any children of their own, but they adopted Roberto Torres, her nephew.

Her husband died during the late 1970s, and Iglesias-Jordan then spent approximately 25 years by herself, until she moved to a new home.

Iglesias-Jordan died of pneumonia aged 114 years and 272 days, after a brief hospitalization in Río Piedras.

In 1948, her birth certificate was signed at Utuado, certifying that she was born at 7:00 AM on September 1, 1889. However, a baptismal certificate of April 1890 (found in 1992), revealed that she was actually born the day before, on August 31, 1889. The 1910 United States Census recorded her aged 20. Her marriage to Alfonso Soler on December 26, 1912, aged 23 is recorded by certificate on December 28, 1912. The Guinness Book of World Records accepted her claim, documentation meeting their standards, and on March 29, 2004, she received a document from them, declaring her the world’s oldest living woman. She joined José Miguel AgrelotWilfred Benítez and a handful of others as the only Puerto Ricans to enter that book.

On December 14, 1912, Mawson and his two colleagues, Belgrave Ninnis and Xavier Mertz, were returning to base after successfully not dying for a few days. It was apparently one day more than the Antarctic will allow: Tragedy quickly remedied that oversight when Ninnis fell into a crevasse, dragging their sledge, their supplies, and most of their dogs down with him. They were around 310 miles from home.

In order to get back to base, Mawson and Mertz were going to have to trudge through a lifeless ice desert without shelter and only a third of the food required to make the journey – not to mention the omnipresent threat of shape-shifting aliens and Kurt Russell’s disembodied mullet.

After running out of food, they contemplated eating their dogs, which would force them to carry their own sledge. Hunger soon put an end to that philosophical quandary. Eventually, Mertz died from cold and exhaustion, leaving Mawson to soldier on alone. Still, the horror of the Antarctic wasteland can’t defeat a man who grew up in Australia. Suffering conjunctivitis and frostbite so bad that his skin, his hair, and the soles of his feet began to fall off, Mawson trudged onward.

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Dame Adeline Genée DBE (Danish/British, 1878-1970) in La Camargo.

On 3 December 1912 Genée made her debut at New York’s Metropolitan Opera, with a program of divertissements which included La Camargo, which had premiered earlier in 1912 at the London Coliseum. In it she recreated the dancing of the great ballerina Marie Camargo. Genée was described as “being slender and elegant with an appearance of Dresdan China.”