Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Ernie Pyle Library Visit



Post-Script: Included in the Ernie Pyle Library is a small display case with memorabilia, including his typewriter, with an Albuquerque Tribune front page announcing his death.

Typecast via Corona 4, images via Fujifilm X10.

DSCF2296aErnie Pyle in the war

DSCF2297aThe view from the sidewalk

DSCF2299aFront window

DSCF2293aErnie Pyle GI Joe set, including his typewriter

DSCF2294aPyle at his typewriter

DSCF2292aErnie Pyle's typewriter

"I took a walk along the historic coast of Normandy in the country of France.

It was a lovely day for strolling along the seashore. Men were sleeping on the sand, some of them sleeping forever. Men were floating in the water, but they didn't know they were in the water, for they were dead.

Here are toothbrushes and razors and snapshots of families back home staring up at you from the sand. Here are pocketbooks, metal mirrors, extra trousers, and bloody, abandoned shoes. Here are broken-handled shovels, and portable radios smashed almost beyond recognition...

I picked up a pocket Bible with a soldier's name in it, and put it in my jacket. I carried it half a mile or so and then put it back down on the beach. I don't know why I picked it up, or why I put it back."

Ernie Pyle
France, 1944
"Here Is Your War"

DSCF2302aA quiet place to sit


Engraved on the monument:

"The Death of Capt. Henry T. Waskow"

Another man came. I think he was an officer. It was hard to tell officers from men in the dim light, for everybody was bearded and grimy. The man looked down into the dead captain's face and then spoke directly to him, as though he were alive, "I'm sorry, old man."

Then the soldier came and stood beside the officer and bent over, and he too spoke to his dead captain, not in a whisper but awfully tenderly, and he said, "I sure am sorry, sir."

Then the first man squatted down, and he reached down and took the captain's hand, and he sat there for a full five minutes holding the dead hand in his own and looking intently into the dead face. And he never uttered a sound all the time he sat there.

Finally he put the hand down. He reached over and gently straightened the points of the captain's shirt collar, and then he sort of rearranged the tattered edges of the uniform around the wound, and then he got up and walked away down the road in the moonlight, all alone.

From Brave Men, by Ernie Pyle


Blogger Bill M said...

It's great that his house is being preserved and used as a library.

4:49 PM  
Blogger Richard P said...

What a neat place. I have never seen a house used as a public library, but I feel sure that Pyle would approve.

I've seen references to Pyle's folding Corona and two photos of him with a Remington noiseless portable, but nothing about a Remington portable no. 2. I wonder how reliable the provenance of this is.

5:32 PM  

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