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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Memorial Day - It's History - 3pm Moment of Remembrance

The History of Memorial Day

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in service of the United States of America. Over two dozen cities and towns claim to be the birthplace of Memorial Day. While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day.

Regardless of the exact date or location of its origins, one thing is clear – Memorial Day was borne out of the Civil War and a desire to honor our dead. It was officially proclaimed on 5 May 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11. “The 30th of May, 1868, is designated for the purpose of strewing with flowers, or otherwise decorating the graves of comrades who died in defense of their country during the late rebellion, and whose bodies now lie in almost every city, village and hamlet churchyard in the land,” he proclaimed. The date of Decoration Day, as he called it, was chosen because it wasn’t the anniversary of any particular battle.



On the first Decoration Day, General James Garfield made a speech at Arlington National Cemetery, and 5,000 participants decorated the graves of the 20,000 Union and Confederate soldiers buried there.

The first state to officially recognize the holiday was New York in 1873. By 1890 it was recognized by all of the northern states. The South refused to acknowledge the day, honoring their dead on separate days until after World War I (when the holiday changed from honoring just those who died fighting in the Civil War to honoring Americans who died fighting in any war).

It is now observed in almost every state on the last Monday in May with Congressional passage of the National Holiday Act of 1971 (P.L. 90 – 363). 







Wear Red Poppies

In 1915, inspired by the poem “In Flanders Fields,” Moina Michael replied with her own poem:
We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.


Moina Michael visited Europe in June and July 1914. She was in Germany when the First World War broke out in August 1914, and traveled to Rome to return home to the US. In Rome, she assisted around 12,000 US tourists to seek passage back across the Atlantic. She returned to the US on the RMS Carpathia and returned to teaching at Normal School in Athens, Georgia. She was a professor at the University of Georgia when the U.S. entered World War I in April 1917. She took a leave of absence from her work and volunteered to assist in the New York-based training headquarters for overseas YWCA workers.

On 9 November 1918, inspired by the Canadian John McCrae battlefront-theme poem In Flanders Fields, she wrote a poem in response called We Shall Keep the Faith. In tribute to the opening lines of McCrae's poem -- "In Flanders fields the poppies blow / Between the crosses row on row," -- Michael vowed to always wear a red poppy as a symbol of remembrance for those who served in the war.

After the war was over, Michael returned to the University of Georgia and taught a class of disabled servicemen. Realizing the need to provide financial and occupational support for these servicemen, she pursued the idea of selling silk poppies as a means of raising funds to assist disabled veterans. In 1921, her efforts resulted in the poppy being adopted as a symbol of remembrance for war veterans by the American Legion Auxiliary, and by Earl Haig's British Legion Appeal Fund (later The Royal British Legion) later that year.

Known as the "Poppy Lady" for her humanitarian efforts, Michael received numerous awards during her lifetime. She retired from the University of Georgia in 1934, and published an autobiography in 1941, "The Miracle Flower:  The Story of the Flanders Fields Memorial Poppy".




In 1948 the US Post Office honored Ms. Michael for her role in founding the National Poppy movement by issuing a red 3 cent postage stamp with her likeness on it.

PRESIDENT CLINTON:
CALLING ON ALL AMERICANS TO JOIN IN A NATIONAL MOMENT OF REMEMBRANCE

"As we contemplate the comforts and blessings of our lives and the well-being of our nation, I ask you to pause just for a moment to remember those who gave their lives to protect the values that give meaning to our lives."
President Bill Clinton
May 31, 1999 

The National Moment of Remembrance program was established to remind Americans of the sacrifices made by members of the Armed Forces as well as others who have died as a result of service to this nation. Americans around the world should pause and remember these heroes in a symbolic act of unity.

Objectives:
  • To raise Americans' awareness of the honorable contributions made by those who died while defending our nation.
  • To encourage all Americans to honor those who died as a result of service to this nation by pausing for one minute at 3:00 p.m. (local time) on Memorial Day. 

We will Never Forget You.


You will be Forever in our Prayers.


Friday, February 3, 2017

Five on Friday... Cancer


Here I sit ready to publish a happy post about the actions I took this week to help others, part of my positivity journey I have been working on this past month. 


But, my heart
is elsewhere this afternoon.

Last night as I was going through my emails I was so excited to see my weekly post from Paula at Sweet Pea Blog. Her weekly emails titled "Today on Sweet Pea..." is always a welcome sight in my inbox.


I have followed her Best of the Weekend Party for a long time, so long I can't remember when I started.  It is  a fun way to find great ideas shared by so many interesting bloggers from all over the world. I didn't expect to read the news. It stopped my heart from beating and I held my breath, until it sank in.  Paula announced that she has lung cancer. A vibrant, active and healthy woman is now going through the most difficult journey she has ever faced.





I have heard the word
CANCER too many times.


My friend Nancy just found out her daughter is going through many tests for her bladder, lung and bone cancer. My heart is broken for my dear friend. I reached for my Bible and prayed. I prayed for strength and wisdom so that I may say what needs to be said, to pray often and regularly, and to always remain positive.



I have organized some friends to start a cards blessing by sending Nancy's daughter cards from all over the world. 


Her name is:
Stephanie McManis
1200 N. Spring
Nevada, MO 64772

If you would like, please mail her a card and sign it "Guess Who?". Stephanie has always been a comedian, and loves taking selfies of herself acting silly with friends. Since her journey of tests, doctor appointments, labs and days that she can not work, her smile has been minimal. These cards have been a joy to her and not knowing who they came from has brought back her laughter and spunky smile.

This news comes after the loss of a fellow blogger. Linda over at Chocolate, One of my many addictions blog lost her battle just before Christmas.  This brought back memories of the Christmas I lost my brother to cancer. He died in my arms and Christmas has not been the same since. You can read my post about him here if you would like. He was the quiet one, the one that was so good at listening. I miss him everyday.

Five years ago, I was all alone, sitting in a surgery waiting room when the doctor came out and told me that my husband had cancer, that they thought they were able to remove most of it, but had to take part of the muscle in doing so. There I was in a strange town, a strange place, surrounded by strangers. Thankfully our prayers were answered, he was able to take radiation treatments to rid it completely. Oh, how we feel joyfully blessed.

Bj over at Bj's Sweet Nothings is facing Mr. Sweet's recent diagnosis of a tumor on his brain. Bj's blog has always been a ray of sunshine to me. 

Her love of biscuits and how happy a biscuit can make her is so funny. Her blog just make makes smile. I pray that Mr. Sweet's tests come back that he is completely healed. 


So today, instead of telling you how good I have been this past week staying positive, spreading joy when I can and again feeling joy in my heart I ask for prayers for my friends. Thank you for stopping by and I hope you will come back again real soon!


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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Black and white memories...


What makes me smile?

My 5th grade class photo.
I am the last one to the right on the second row,
right in front of Mr. Weaver, one of my favorite teachers.
Mr. Weaver taught both 4th and 5th grades in one room,
here we are together for our class photo.

As you can see I had a broken ankle, caused by
going too fast down a hill, with my best friend on the handle bars.


Our small rural school 
where I went all through grade school.




A collage of both cousins, myself and friends.
The bottom photo is my first grade photo.
I was taught first grade by the same teacher who
taught first grade to my father and older brothers.
I remember Mrs. Warren, she was also
our neighbor and my Sunday School Teacher.
She also gave out homemade popcorn balls on Halloween.




Do you remember your first grade photo?



Thursday, December 18, 2014

Christmas Lights are Twinkling!


Thehubs is well known around town for his exterior illumination! 
Thehubs decided early on to make this Christmas a red,white and blue holiday in honor of our troops and their families. Just yesterday, a dear friend who lives way out in the country stopped by to tell thehubs that this year's display is even better than last years. 

Front view

Now we live out in the country, on the edge of a small town of only 300+ citizens, down a private lane surrounded by family centered around a small lake. The reflections we see from the water are worth bundling up in our heavy coats and scarfs, hopping into our golf cart with hot chocolate and taking a tour.  

The photo below is the back side of our home being reflected in the lake, no photo editing was necessary.


our back yard


This photo is the four maple trees that surround our three flag poles that face our local county road behind our home.

Our flag poles

This photo is our backyard
as seen from our flag poles. 

Our back and side yard

Yes, thehubs is amazing!  We are so proud of his exterior illumination skills!  This year he has outdone himself.

Our front porch!



THANK YOU
to the best partner/friend/husband
I could have ever dreamed of having share my life with me.
I am so proud to be your wife!

MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND
HAPPY NEW YEAR!


Friday, August 22, 2014

What do I do?


I have told you about my friend. Two years go, she went through a major life changing medical issue and is physically doing very well. But she is angry. Our conversations changed, they are different since her emergency, very different.


Now our friendship
is estranged a bit.

I have tried to be positive, to offer encouragement, to help. I have taken her to my doctor only to have her give him a cussing and spread vicious lies about him. I have suggested a mental health counselor and she let me know right away that she was "too strong a person to have any mental problems". I recently quit driving her anywhere because I found myself wanting to leave her when she explodes in public. It has been a rough two years.

My efforts to be in her life are met with anger. Verbal, cussing fits, accusations of theft towards the very ones she loves. The content of our conversations is always the same, only the name changes.  I thought it couldn't get any worse.

Then it did. Her husband walked upon our phone conversation and begged her to calm down. I heard her talk to him with her rage, she verbally abused him. Her words to him were demeaning, violent and totally inexcusable.  I hung up.


Now... I don't know what to do.

Do I keep trying or do I draw a line in the sand? 

Do I tell her enough is enough?
Or, do I keep quiet?


How do I take a chance that our friendship might end and not feel this enormous amount of guilt if it does? You see guilt has always been my thing. For many, many years I thrived on it, built my self esteem around it, then one day, it all fell apart. I promised myself I would never allow guilt to make decisions for me ever again.


Now here it is,
right in front of me,
staring at me,
daring me to make a move.


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

I was so excited!

I got my follower email from the blog 


So I clicked on the link and the COZY LITTLE HOUSE blog loaded and appeared.  I love Brenda's blog, it is one of my absolute favorites and has been for more than a year. I read every post she publishes. I even read every comment.

I read and scrolled down. Oh, what beautiful photos of lovely things!  And then, here it was, my photo and a link to my blog!

I jumped up, ran into the office and showed it to thehubs. Then I popped over to facebook and told ALL of my friends how happy and proud I was to be featured on Brenda's blog.  

I was so excited I couldn't go to sleep! A goal of mine was to be featured at Cozy Little House and my work was accepted!

I have learned so much since I started blogging.  I have gotten to know myself better and feel proud of my work.  I knew absolutely nothing about blogging when I started. It all began when I happened upon 


Linda is a great writer, decorator, artist and is full of enthusiasm and gratitude. Reading her blog is fun, brings me joy and makes me feel as if I am a neighbor who has come over for a glass of ice tea. Linda is the reason I created my blog. I needed that positive woman in my life. I wanted to meet more Linda's. And I did. I have met some amazing people who live in amazing places.

What is ahead for me and my blog? 

I have so many ideas and so much new stuff to learn, I can't wait to get started.  I hope you will see this blog become more organized in the future, easier to find, read and follow. I plan to pay more attention to what day it is, to take more photos, and make time to be myself. I hope you will follow along!



As life goes...
We haven't been home much lately but I have tried to read every blog on my list. Many times I read them on my smart phone using my big reading/magnifying glasses leaving no comments because it is just too hard to do on my phone. I am still wearing my "Bone Growth Stimulator" 4 hours a day since my neck surgery, not easy in these ozark mountain heat waves. I have enjoyed our air conditioning this summer. I think it is healing just fine. Our life is pretty boring, at least to me.


Friday, June 20, 2014

My first childhood memory


Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?”


 Brenda over at
features Java Talk.

It's a place where you can strike a conversation with
many people, from many places about a particular subject
that Brenda posts about on Wednesday.

This week Brenda asked her readers to discuss

Your First Childhood Memory.

I have always known what my first memory was.

It was of my Granddad.


There he is on the left with my Father,
His first born son.

He was a lead and zinc miner.
A tough man,
with 10 kids to feed and support,
and very little education.
He arrived home from the hospital in a taxi,
refusing treatment because he said the food was bad.
He had discharged himself from the
hospital against doctors orders
and he refused to return.


He died of Tuberculosis
when I was only 3 years old.

and

he loved candy.

And so did I!

We were on the sunporch and 
I was sitting on the edge of his bed. 
I remember the color
of the bedspread - tan plaid with a
thin red stripe running through it.
He was laughing and telling me funny stories.

He was very ill,
and he knew he was going to die soon
but I didn't know.
At the age of three you can't
comprehend death.

He had a little brown paper sack
full of penny candy
and
he shared it with me.

I can remember feeling so safe, so secure,
so loved, and so yummy in my tummy,
eating candy with my Granddad's full attention!




So here I am at age 3.





As life goes...
I am feeling great after my neck surgery 4 weeks ago. I feel no pain at all. I do have minimal movement in my neck, from left to right and even less when I move front to back.  I am so relieved to have the pain and limited control in my right hand 
so much better! I will say the surgery was a big success!










Thursday, January 16, 2014

Black and White Wednesday

 
My husband is a Veteran and was stationed in Korea during the capture of the Pueblo, 
the only American Ship still being held hostage, by the North Koreans. My Dad was a World War Two Veteran, he was in the battle of New Guinea and Luzon, two of  the bloodiest battles of that war. My brother Roy, served four years on a nuclear submarine stationed out of Hawaii, during Vietnam. He did reconnaissance and rescue missions, never knowing where he was while on the boat.

Military service is part of our family, and we are very proud of each and 
every soldier, and family that has served.

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over at




Monday, December 23, 2013

Our family is changing...


"A happy family is but an earlier heaven."
George Bernard Shaw

Happy Holidays to everyone including our family near and far!
Our family seems smaller this year. 
We have lost several of us to cancer this past year, job relocation's and just that old thing we call life. Many of us have to work hours that vary, others have taken on a second, sometimes third job, so getting together as one big family is more difficult this year but we still managed to get a few of us together for a photo.



Our family has bachelors, men who work hard, are great fathers and who have dedicated their lives to raising their children.


And we have many generations.



Yes, the tellie stayed on with the volume muted,
 it was a very important night for our sports fans.

And we had funny gifts,
like this battery powered whisk!
My uncle is an awesome cook,
so he will get many hours out of this new gadget!


A big thanks to my cousin for allowing us to crash his house after he had been up since 3am working overtime.

Our family is changing.
We are getting older,
the younger generation is getting more mobile,
having to move farther for their careers,
going to college far away,
and visiting farther distances.

We even discussed ordering pizza
instead of cooking for our
next years "Dirty Santa" Party.

I hope my Granny,
up there in heaven,
understands.

I miss her
homemade chicken and noodles
so much.
And my Aunt Pat's homemade hot rolls,
my Aunt Mildred's homemeade peanut butter fudge,
and Aunt Donna's laughter, and her pancake turner,
which she used as crowd control when necessary.



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

And they became brothers...


My brother lives right next door to us. In 1975, he bought 40 acres in the country. Over the next few years he built a lake, a road, brought in utilities and then built a shop. He had a dream. He wanted a place for our family to all live together, around a lake, in the country.

Today, we have seven homes on this dead end lane that wraps around his lake. Each home was built by family, each board, each nail, was planned, touched and placed by our family. His dream has come true and it will be this way for generations to come.



My husband became part of this family the day I introduced him. He and my brother are so much alike. They keep me in stitches all of the time. They fish together, work together, build things together and fix things together. They became brothers, not through blood, but through a friendship built on trust, loyalty and respect. One is my brother, one is my husband, both of them are my friends.

A brother is a friend God gave you;

a friend is a brother

your heart chose for you.


 Author: Proverb



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over at 

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