Lynne and Lee in Bowling Green, 2005

Our friend Mary Dennis took this picture.  After dad died, mom and my siblings and I went back to Ohio to bury dad.  Lynne and I did a side trip to Bowling Green.  This picture was taken at the house that Lynne came home to after she was born. That's not the house, it's a shed that my dad and grandfather built a bizzilion years ago.

This is the house. One nice thing about not having hair (me) is that it doesn't blow around.  See the door that's sort of swung open on the left there? The fourth picture in this series shows Lynne and my brother Jay on the porch at that door. The shed went up at the end of the driveway.

Lynne Anne Sohn 1960-2010

Lynne Anne Sohn of Danville, died April 25th 2010. She is survived by her son, Jeffrey, daughter, Marissa, former-husband, Andrew, her mother, Noel Hinde of Carmichael, brothers, Lee Hinde of Elk Grove, Jay Hinde (Lori) of Redding, and sister, Laurie Lecours (Mike) of O’Fallon Illinois. She leaves 6 nieces and 2 nephews; Lilah and Molly Hinde, Garrett and Megan Hinde, and Emily Lecours; Vivian and Emmy Sohn, daughters of Rich Sohn and Susan Papanikolas and Jaison Sohn, son of Ed and Shannon Sohn, and her “other” mother, Vivian Sohn of Redmond, WA. She was preceded in death by her father, Donald T. Hinde and her father-in-law, Yung Jai Sohn.

Lynne was born January 15th, 1960 in Bowling Green, Ohio. She was educated in Bowling Green schools until moving to California with her family in 1973. Lynne was graduated from Rio Americano High School and entered Lewis and Clark College in Portland. After a year there, she returned to enter CSUS where she majored in Management Information Systems. After graduation, she moved to the East Bay to work with the Bechtel Corporation and enjoyed several years of world travel for work.

Her curiosity and energy enabled her to make things happen. One of her closest friends in high school suffered from Cystic Fibrosis. Lynne became conversant with those experts who treated her friend and decided that the kids with CF in Northern California needed a summer camp. So she organized it, staffed it and ran it for nine years.

She became a stay-at-home Mom after her children were born. She adored her kids and was very active in their education from nursery school on. She was PTA President the for two years at the children’s school. Her participation continued after the children enrolled in the Athenian School in Danville. She was a devoted member of the San Ramon Presbyterian Church and was active in their book club and prayer groups. In recent years Lynne returned to work and was a valued employee of PepsiCo.

Dozens of friends and co-workers helped sustain Lynne over the two and a half year course of her illness. From providing meals and housecleaning, to accompanying her to treatments, to visiting with her after she transitioned to hospice care. Their constancy was a true blessing. Lynne's family will never forget the kindness that was extended to her.

Lynne requested that remembrances may be made to the American Cancer Society's lung cancer unit.

Great Article In The Atlantic This Month About The Greatest Generation

Rather than denigrate The Greatest Generation (trademark Tom Brokaw), this article seeks to equate our current armed forces with the lionized forces of our past.

AFTER YEARS OF treating the Greatest Generation with reverence, years in which late-life oral testimonies have established that generation’s quietly reflective bearing, it’s a jolt to read, say, James Jones’s From Here to Eternity, and find the heroes of World War II portrayed so anti-heroically, much the way veterans of our later wars have more typically been portrayed. Near the end of that work, Jones—a Pearl Harbor and Guadalcanal veteran—has Private Robert E. Lee Prewitt holed up at his prostitute girlfriend’s Honolulu rental on December 7, 1941, AWOL after shivving a noncommissioned officer. In the midst of a days-long bender financed by his girlfriend, Prewitt has slept through the Japanese attack, waking up only to hear the radio reports, blame those “dirty German bastards,” and resume drinking. Violating curfew, he later attempts to sneak back to his unit and is shot dead by friendly fire.