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Veterans Day Thanks
Today, Tuesday November 11, is Veterans Day in the United States. The holiday to honor American war veterans began in 1919 as Armistice Day, as proclaimed by President Woodrow Wilson, to commemorate the cessation of hostilities in World War I in 1918. It was declared a federal holiday on May 13, 1938, and renamed “Veterans Day: following World War II to honor veterans of all wars. Please take a moment today to reflect on the sacrifices of our country’s veterans and service members who protect our freedom and values. If you see a veteran or service member, please stop them and thank them for their commitment, Veterans Day is only…
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Playing in the dirt is proper for all ages.
There is a parking lot of tonka trucks beside our garage: big, dirty, a bit rusty…. well used. Now, that is the way it should be. The bright yellow and brown are visible as soon as you near the house. We have a very well maintained lawn, sun gardens, and a mulched ‘sitting area’. And we have grandsons. YES life is good! We also have a gravel driveway. I give the boys trowels and the freedom to move dirt. With determination they pile up pebbles and stones. They build roads and bulldozer fodder. It takes them hours to accomplish a good mess. And, may I add with pride, they do…
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Freedoms on this Memorial Day
It is Memorial Day! I got up at the “crack of dawn”… (ok, it was 7:30am but I am a night owl) so that I could get breakfast going, get the troops dressed, and head down to the local Memorial Day parade which started at 9am. The boys brought their bags to grab the candy. I brought my camera to grab the photos. It hasn’t been a very well attended parade in the past (or today for that matter) but those of us that are there are excited to be there. The boys enjoy the upfront view of the high school marching band, the larger then life fire-trucks and the…
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Let Freedom Ring
It was Monday late-morning and we were waiting for the call from Hubby to say we could come out to the Armory and spend some time with him. My mother-in-law had dropped him off that morning as she, my father-in-law and our 14 year old headed home. The 5 year-old, 3-year old and I had enough PBS for the morning and were about ready to start pulling our hair out. We had walked the halls of this late 1950s hotel. We had strolled outside to the closed-pool that was in much need of maintenance. We had lingered in the lobby with the cool ‘frog fountain’ that I was rather unimpressed…
