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16 - CAPE GAZETI, Friday, September 2 - September.8, 1994 CAPE LIFE Lewes artist creates museum honoring By Steve Hoenigmann Paul D. Floyd's military career spanned some 26 years, from the time he was commissioned a Sec- ond Lieutenant in the U.S. Army Air Corp in March 1943 through 86 missions as a fighter pilot dur- ing World War II until the time he retired as a Major in the United States Air Force stationed at Dover Air Force Base. It was a career that inspired his wife, Evelyn, a talented porcelain artist, to create a museum memori- alizing her husband's service to his country in the foyer of their Lewes home on Pilottown Road. It's a small museum but it's large on memories for the Floyds, who split their time between Lewes and a second home in Fair- fax County, Va,, where Evelyn stays active as the coordinator of an art outreach program for chil- dren in Fairfax County schools. The centerpiece for the muse- um, which fills walls and tables with models of airplanes that Paul has flown, old pictures and other mementos, is Evelyn's mineral paint on porcelain portrait of her husband entitled "Remembering D-Day." The portraii shows how Paul Floyd looked during World War II and D-Day, a day in which Paul flew three missions in sup- port of the Allied invasion of France. The portrait recently was on dis- play at the Rehoboth Art League, of which Evelyn is an active mem- ber. And the portrait is one of two pieces of Evelyn's art that will appear in International Porcelain Artists magazine's Novemberr December issue - and honor "that husband, WWlI vet makes me feel humble." "I came up with the idea for the museum about 10 years ago," explained Evelyn," who has been dabbling in porcelain art for some 30 years and as a "boxful of rib- bons" to prove it. She then round- ed.up all of her husband's military mementos and began organizing the museum. "I knew this room would be per- feet for this type of thing when we bought the house," said Evelyn, who will turn 75 this December. "I think every [World War II vet- eran] should be honored like this." The museum is full of memories for Paul Floyd - both good and bad. The bad is when Paul was shot down in flames in July 1944 over St. Lo, France. He barely managed to parachute to earth and suffered burns and broken bones. Once on the ground he made his way to a French farmhouse where he was captured by German sol- diers and taken to a German prison hospital. Unable to walk because of a broken leg, Paul was left behind by the Germans when allied forces began recapturing French ground. The good memory is that he was able to return to flying status in 1945 and managed to put in 12,000 hours of flight time during his military career - which also lat- er led to a 17-year career with the Federal Aviation Administration and then a five-year stint as the personal pilot for Saudi Arabian Sheik Shobokshi. He retired from that demanding position - com- plete with an unlimited expense account - in 1982, and he and Eve- Continued on page 17 Steve Hoenigmann photo The foyer in the Pil0ttown Road home of Paul and Evelyn Floyd has become a museum in honor of Paul's service during World War H - service which spanned 26 years. Nanticoke Indian Pow-wow Sept. 10.11 The more than 1,000 members of Delaware's Nanticoke Indian Tribe are busy this week prepar- ing for an event that attracts thousands of visitors to the Oak Orchard area of Sussex County each year. The 17th annual Nanticoke Indian Pow-wow will be held next Saturday and Sunday, Sept. 10 and 11 on the property of William and Joan Norwood and Cyril and Doris Price on Sussex 297, just north of Oak Orchard. Visitors to the event will get an opportunity to get an up-close look at not only the Nanticoke Indi- an culture, but also that of other visiting Indian trib- al members from around the country. The Pow-wow will open to the public at 10 a.m. on Saturday, with the first Indian dance session slated for noon. A second will follow at 5 p.m. Sunday's schedule opens with an outdoor wor- ship service at 11 a.m. followed by just one dance session, from 2:30-4:30 p.m. This year's master of ceremonies will be Charles C. Clark IV - Little Owl - the son of Nanticoke Indian Chief Kenneth Clark. Thisyear, special dancing will be provided by the Buffalo Creek Dancers from the Iroquois Nation in the northeast United States and Canada. In addition, there will be guest drummers and singers from Washington, D.C. The Nanticoke Indians will have a special desig- nated parking area just off Route 24 with trans- portation from the parking lot to the Pow-wow site. Parking costs $5 per vehicle. If you don't use the designated parking area, walk-in admission is $1. There will be a variety of vendors and Indian food, such as fry bread, Indian tacos and succotash. Boardwalk traffic is risky business The other day, I took a walk on the boardwalk in Rehoboth. At least, I thought it was the board- walk. You see, I took this walk between eight and ten in the morn- ing. And that's when the board- walk resembles Tienneman Square, with bicyclists and walk- ers jockeying for space. Of course, we have it all over the Chinese because we don't have to wear those :Mao-Tse-Tung uniforms. Everyone in America knows that people riding a bike are much more attractive if they are wearing a florescent thong bathing suit. Now the side streets, at this time of the day, are empty. But there is something about riding or walking near the ocean that draws people. It doesn't matter that you can't see the ocean because you're too busy pulling your foot out from under a bicycle tire. Nor does " it matter that you can't hear the AROUND TOWN Nancy Katz sound of the waves because you are part of a 60 person pile-up in front of Dolle's. The point is, we know the ocean is there. We've seen pictures of it. As you may have surmised, rid- ing a bike or walking at this time of the day can be tricky business with significant consequences, It was about five minutes into my walk when it happened. A red and white striped canopied, multi-pas- senger bike shot Out from a side street onto the boardwalk, I don't know how many of you hove ever seen these vehicles, but they sort of resemble a stage prop in a Broadway production of"Okla- homa." They definitely had their place. The problem today was the people hanging off this device had as much control over the vehicle as your congressman does with a blank check. However, the good news was a bench at the edge of the boardwalk saved them from catapulting onto the beach. The bad news was the bench was occu- pied by four people reading the paper at the time. Besides the unfortunate occupants of .this bench picking sand out of their Washington Post and their den- tures, the whole rhythm of the bik- ing and walking crowd was bro- ken as the domino theory took effect and we went down like a set of bowling pins. "Lady, would you please take your hand out of my pants," the man in front of us exclaimed from under a pile of bodies. "I'm no lady," she answered. "I'm your wife, stupid. And as soon as this man takes his foot out of my mouth, I'll be happy to dis- cuss why you have your hand in this other woman's shirt." Like I said, these mishaps can have severe consequences. Of course, the people riding the canopied bike had since long gone onto Thrashers so they could fortify themselves for another strike. And so, ! continued my walk. We marched on like one giant herd Of cattle. In fact, judging by the size of some us, we actually could be considered cattle. And the wonderful sounds of the beach at this time of day continued: chil- dren screamed, bicycle bells clanged (as if that made a dent) and women yelled, "For God's sake Larry, don't you know how to turn this thingaround!" By this time, I had reached my cardiovas- cular goal of 200 beats a minute; by leaping into an abandoned baby carriage, so as to avoid an obvious skull fracture that would have resulted from the three women striding towards me swinging arm weights. Eventually, I escaped onto a side street. You know, all the experts tell us we've got to exer- cise. And at least everyone is out there trying. Right? It's just that we are all doing it at the same time.