In Memory of Harlon

painting of flag raising on Iwo Jima

I’ve spent this Memorial Day reading Flags of Our Fathers, stunned by the unimaginable horrors experienced by those who fought on Iwo Jima. This painting, which is based on the famous photograph of the flag-raising on Mount Suribachi, hangs in the Weslaco Museum. Weslaco, Texas, was home to the young man on the far right, the one anchoring the base of the pole. His name was Harlon Block. When his mother first saw the original photograph, she immediately knew it was her son, although it was several years before he was correctly identified officially. After the war, the man on the far left, Ira Hayes, hitchhiked from Arizona to south Texas to tell Harlon’s family what his mother had known all along–it really was him. She had changed too many diapers not to recognize her son’s rear end.

Harlan Block, U.S. Marine

The battle for Iwo Jima lasted more than a month and most of it occurred after the raising of the American flag. The Japanese were entrenched in an extensive system of underground pillboxes and tunnels, and they fought to the death, refusing to surrender. More than 26,000 American men were killed or injured on the tiny island.

Harlon had entered the battle with the distinct impression that he would not survive. He had shared this presentiment with multiple friends and two of his siblings while he was on leave. They tried to encourage him and convince him otherwise, but the feeling never left him. Turns out he was right–six days after the flag-raising, he was killed in action.

Harlon had been a high school football standout. His letter sweater, shown below, is also on display at the museum. The Weslaco Panthers were conference champions his senior year, and all thirteen of the senior football players enlisted in the Marines in January 1943. The school held a special midyear graduation ceremony before they left for the war.Harlon Block's football letter sweater

One of his senior teammates, Leo LaDuke, was the younger brother of my great-aunt, Golda LaDuke Roberts. She is shown below, pointing to Leo’s photo at the Weslaco Museum, of which she was a tireless supporter. When Harlon insisted that he wouldn’t be coming back home, Leo promised to name his son after him. And he did.

Golda Roberts shows her brother Leo LaDuke's photo at the Weslaco Museum

After the war, Harlon’s body was brought back to Weslaco. Later, his remains were moved to the Marine Military Academy in nearby Harlingen, where he lies near the Iwo Jima memorial monument that was fashioned after the famous flag-raising photo. The makeshift cemetery on Iwo Jima where he and more than 6,000 fellow Marines were first buried bore this inscription:

When you go home

Tell them for us and say

For your tomorrow

We gave our today

Lupus Is…


May is Lupus Awareness Month, so I wanted to share a little bit about what lupus is. When the doctor first told me that I might have lupus, I had to look it up on the internet, and I’m sure there are many others who may have heard the term but have no idea what it means.

For starters, lupus is a chronic autoimmune disease. The immune system becomes overactive and attacks healthy tissues as if they were bacteria or viruses. It is characterized by pain and fatigue and inflammation, which can affect pretty much any part of the body–heart, lungs, kidneys, skin, joints, connective tissues. The symptoms vary from person to person and can change over time, making it challenging to diagnose and treat. The most easily recognizable lupus symptom is the “butterfly” rash across the nose and cheeks, though not all lupus patients experience it. (The name “lupus” is derived from the Latin word for wolf, because the rash resembles the bite of a wolf.)

Lupus is not contagious, and it’s not a form of cancer, but it’s sometimes treated with immunosuppressant drugs that are also used in treating cancer. Lupus predominantly affects women, and the onset is typically during the childbearing years, although men and children can also develop the disease. It is more likely to affect people of color than Caucasians.

I was diagnosed with lupus in February 2011 at the age of 34, but my initial symptoms–pain and stiffness in my hands–began in my late twenties. At first I thought it was osteoarthritis, because my mother has severe early-onset osteoarthritis in her hands. But in January 2010, my left eye became inflamed due to episcleritis, which my eye doctor said might be an indicator of an autoimmune condition. I was referred to a rheumatologist and began a year-long series of blood tests. It was a relief to hear early on that I didn’t have rheumatoid arthritis, but then he mentioned the possibility of lupus…and my life was forever changed.

Lupus is a disease of “flares” and remissions. Symptoms come and go, and sometimes you get new ones. You never know where the inflammation is going to show up next–it seems to make the rounds through my joints and connective tissues, it has returned to my eyes a time or two, and this spring it settled in the corners of my lips! I pray that it leaves my internal organs alone–that’s where the real danger lies. Sometimes you know what causes a flare (a stressful event, not taking care of yourself properly, being out in the sun, etc.) but sometimes it comes out of the blue with absolutely no warning.

Lupus is exhausting. Basically, your body is fighting against itself, and that’s very draining. The fatigue is unlike any I’ve ever experienced–it’s an ache throughout the whole body that almost feels like the flu. On those days, it’s best not to push it. So if I have to cancel an engagement at the last minute, don’t take it personally!

Lupus is learning new healthy habits. You can’t skimp on sleep, and there are some days I just can’t make it without a nap. You have to be careful not to overstimulate the immune system since it’s already overactive, so some “healthy” things (like taking extra Vitamin C during flu season, eating garlic, etc.) can actually make a person with lupus more sick! I’m trying to cut back on sugar and carbohydrates, which can increase inflammation, and eat more fruits and vegetables. Since sun exposure can cause a lupus flare, I stay out of the sun as much as possible (but that isn’t exactly new for me, since my natural skintone can best be described as somewhere between “artic white” and “cotton boll”). I’ve also learned that regular exercise is an absolute must to keep my joints moving and my stress levels in check.

Lupus is learning to cut back and say no. I’ve always had trouble with overloading my plate. My daddy used to step in and put his foot down when I committed to too much, and he specifically instructed my husband to do the same when we got married. But lupus put an end to that tendency. When you know that doing too much will cause you to feel absolutely miserable and that you will be unable to take care of your responsibilities while you’re sick in bed for a few days, you learn to live within your limits.

Lupus is also a reminder to do what’s most important and to enjoy life. It has taught me that my time and energy are valuable and finite, so I need to prioritize the things that are meaningful and leave out the rest. I have also learned to give myself grace on the days that I don’t feel good. Most of all, lupus reminds me to be grateful and to fully enjoy the gifts within each day.


On Friday, May 19th, I’ll be “putting on purple” for lupus awareness. For more information, visit the Lupus Foundation of America at lupus.org or lupusawarenessmonth.org. I’m so excited that we have a new lupus support group in the Dothan, Alabama, area and that we have a walk scheduled for September 16 at Westgate Park to raise funds for lupus research!

Spring at Gibbs Gardens


I lived in Ball Ground, Georgia, for eight years and my parents lived there for eighteen, but during that time, we had no idea that Gibbs Gardens was being planned and planted just a few miles farther out in the country. Right down the road from Stancil’s Store, as a matter of fact. We used to visit that old general store at the corner of Conns Creek Road and Yellow Creek Road on the occasional Saturday morning. We’d walk through the stacks of Liberty overalls and always take home a freshly cut slab of hoop cheese. Mmmmm…

Stancil’s Store is now closed up tight, but we pass the old building on our way to see Jim Gibbs’ labor of love, more than thirty years in the making. It’s the largest daffodil garden outside of Holland and the largest Japanese garden in America. And it has officially put Ball Ground on the map…hardly anyone has ever heard of it before now.

We marvel at the myriad of languages we hear around us. It’s unbelievable that the world now comes to Ball Ground. When I lived here, the post office was my window to the world. I had penpals all over the globe, and the 2-block walk to the post office was the highlight of every day. But now I hear languages I don’t even recognize…here in Ball Ground, of all places.


Gibbs Gardens is about an hour north of Atlanta. If you have a chance to visit, it’s definitely worth the trip. Regardless of the season, there’s plenty of beauty to behold. Get more information and find out what’s blooming here. The scenes of heaven in the movie Miracles from Heaven were filmed here…it’s not hard to see why.

You’ll work up an appetite exploring the gardens, so be sure to stop for lunch or supper at a true Ball Ground landmark, Two Brothers Barbecue. There are lots of food options in town now, but Two Brothers used to be just about the only choice. Dusty antiques still line the walls, although there’s no longer sawdust covering the floors. (Perhaps the health department put a stop to that?) It’s local flavor at its best–just be prepared to eat your barbecue sandwich with a fork. Enjoy!