Memorial Day, what it means to me...

Quite a few of my very close relatives have served in peace and in wartime. My uncle Jerry was a Marine in Vietnam, and Roy was a helicopter pilot in Vietnam. He would fly in, draw the fire, and get out of there. He also usually had someone higher up in the bird with him, so skill was always important. Roy recently began to share some experiences and each of us feel we have a piece of him that was missing before the stories! Alot of friends he had died - several he tried to save. But the wonderful thing is that while I was learning about Math and Science at 10 years old, my future husband was fighting for our country. I just love that. (and it doesn't bother him anymore, anyway!). So here are my memorial day thoughts...

If you are a member of this country, no matter how you got here, and no matter if you are judged by your culture...HANG YOUR FLAG EVERY MEMORIAL DAY! Do you know why that is so important? Because for those of us who have loved ones who were there, and did come home, we know that there are so many whose loved ones returned in a body bag or are still MIA.


Find a group of friends or gather your family around and tell stories of people you knew who fought in any war, and how that affected your life. In years to come, the "good" stories won't be around...only all the politics that surrounds any military assignment. Bring some good food, find a place where you can wander free and see God's amazing creation and how so very blessed we are that we seem to be safe.




Now these are my favorite cuties...pre-Brad! Hanging out at the farm in the summer 1983, riding in the back of Uncle Ralph's old blue ford pickup!

Remembering is so much fun! Weren't they cute? Christine insisted that little sissy wear a hat because she was so bald and might get sunburn. Let the insult's begin!

Sweet sweet memories to anyone who reads this!

GOD BLESS AMERICA!