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Monday, July 2, 2012

Remembering Amelia Earhart



Lost and Found

A Poem by Nan Socolow


Rumors that Noonan
and I were buried
on Saipan or Tinian
That we were
spying for America
before Pearl Harbor
beheaded at
Garapan
by the Japanese
False rumors
urban legends
all
Noonan and I
just glided
from the sky
Out of fuel
we dropped
from the clouds
Past Howland
onto a Phoenix isle
in Kiribati
Nikumaroro
known then as
Gardner Island
My Lockheed
Electra
landed hard
On the atoll's
sharp shallow
reef
I was 39
that day
2 July 1937
And I did so radio Itasca!
radioed Itasca
over and over!
They searched
every dot and cranny
for Noonan and me
Except for Gardner
the obvious spot
350 miles from Howland
The day we fell
2 July 1937
I was 39
Five eight tall
fair and freckled
gaptoothed
Small shoe
size 6
Cat's Paw heel
The Press
called me
"Lady Lindy"
But they never
got the story
straight
Noonan and I died
marooned
needles in a haystack
And the story hung
by a thread
the thread just a leaf
overturned
in the island underbrush
by a hermit crab
revealing the
Cat's Paw heel
of my shoe
I would have been lost
gone with the wind
forever
My poor bones
were sent to Fiji
(and "misplaced" there)
Sic transit
Gloria
Mundi
Sic transitted
my Lockheed
10 Electra
My DNA awaits
discovery
on Nikumaroro
Bits of the
Electra's
undercarriage and
My heel
and smashed jar of Dr. Berry's
Freckle Ointment too
I went
the way of all flesh
on 24 July 1937
My 40th birthday
no cake or candles
or balloons
But isn't it swell?
Isn't it neat?
This news
That the seekers
will find me this July!
Or maybe next year?
+ + + +
Nan Socolow
British West Indies
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Ed. Note: Nan, a frequent contributor to the New York Times readers' comments feature, says she has always been fascinated by the exploits of Amelia Earhart, who "disappeared" 75 years ago today during a round-the-world flight.
Just in time for the anniversary, a jar of the freckle cream that Earhart was fond of using, and other artifacts were discovered recently on a remote South Pacific atoll near the crash site. Experts have also been able to prove that there were several radio transmissions from the immediate area in the days after the plane went down. 

That she and Noonan not only survived the crash, but survived for a substantial period of time, is now morphing from speculation to proven fact. But the absence of any human remains only adds to the continuing mystery of their ultimate fate. An expedition using high tech equipment is being launched this week in an attempt to locate the wreckage of her plane off the coast of Nikumaroro. You can read more details here, here and here.

Amelia Earhart would have reached the ripe old age of 115 later this month.