So sad...all those young men. Makes me so grateful to be an American. We have so many heroes out there protecting our shores! I visited Pearl Harbor as a child and I still remember it vividly. What an incredible place! Hope you're having a wonderful week Pamela!
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I am SO glad you posted something about Pearl Harbor, and specifically this hero. It gave me such pause to stand over that battleship and watch that oil bubble to the top...almost as those a message was being sent up. Thank you for remembering and reminding us.
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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
I've been to the Arizona and felt so humbled by the experience. My Grandpa (98 yrs old) is one of the oldest living Pearl Harbor Survivors. Of course, he still remembers that day and has told many stories. Thank you for remembering Pearl Harbor Day and for your cousins's sacrifice. :)
According to another blogger I just read, we used to remember Pearl Harbor heroes by urging Americans to "Work, Fight, Sacrifice." -- Can you imagine anyone doing any of those today?
Marnie: I wondered if there was anyone out there still remembering him today. AJ: I feel spoiled and ungrateful Swampy: I want to go there very much WT: I loved that comment Sue: please write about Grandpa (or have you and I just need to go back to that post) Jenny: On the 50th anniversary I read so many stories - and I was amazed at the heroic living and dying Jodi: And the old "wisemen" sit around and think they are "wise" Walker: Sacrifice is left to the military today. I recall my parents talking about the things they had to give up during the 2nd World War. The rest of us are spoiled and indulgent. Pam: Thanks. It was something I wanted for my kids and grandkids to have
Karmyn is the host of Fun Monday this week with a subject that is near and dear to her heart. Not to mention her knees and fingers. But I mentioned them anyway. The subject? --- What's Growing In Your Garden. As soon as I signed up I grabbed my camera and headed out the back door. Alyssum, lady's mantle, gaillardia, Jupiter beard, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember is blooming in this photo. We didn't put as many annuals in this year so I miss all the yellows and reds that we often enjoy. But, something else showed up in that surprised me. Can it be that my yard is haunted? Cheeky little ghost! A shot from the deck near the hammock shows off some ornamental grass, petunias, pond plants ... and that bold apparitio
My brother Mike emailed me this photo last night. He said this was a goodbye salute that he snapped today in his garage where this old freezer has been chugging away since 1988. That was the year our mama decided she was tired of bending over and digging through it. Besides, she no longer needed the capacity and hadn't for several years. Mike and my sister-in-law spent the next 25 years "digging" through this old freezer. My sis-in-law was very good at keeping it and the cupboards stocked. The two of them kept promising each other that "It is going to die soon, so we will just keep it until that day." Twenty-five years may seem like a very long life for a freezer. It is MUCH older than that. Sears only sold Coldspot through 1976. I thought that my parent's purchased this freezer in the sixties. My brother said he put the serial number 'on-line' and it matched a 1953 manufacturing date. Here is a close up of the make and model that
Early this moring I got a Sn@pch@t from my 13 year old granddaughter. A short video panarama of the students and the classroom in one of her 8th grade subjects. In that moment I regressed sixty years to the little rural six room school I attended. The chalk odor greeted my nose at the front entrance. The hallway seemed dark and wide from my childish perspective. The steam radiators clanked and hissed throughout the winter days. Sometimes wet gloves were set on them to dry, which reminded me of wet dog as the wool singed from the heat. What we called 'the cloackroom' was a large open ended closet that contained hooks for coats and a built in bench. As there was no cafeteria, the large closet also held our lunch boxes. So by the late afternoon the over-ripe banana peels and the left over peanut butter sandwiches were in a winning battle to offend the nostrils. I don't even need to mention the stinky boots and wet socks. But hey! The windows were push up to open
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Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
From the Fallen by Laurence Binyon.
My Grandpa (98 yrs old) is one of the oldest living Pearl Harbor Survivors.
Of course, he still remembers that day and has told many stories.
Thank you for remembering Pearl Harbor Day and for your cousins's sacrifice.
:)
He still is one.
They were all so young...
Great quote by WT.
Incredible post Pamela. Incredible.
♥Pam
AJ: I feel spoiled and ungrateful
Swampy: I want to go there very much
WT: I loved that comment
Sue: please write about Grandpa (or have you and I just need to go back to that post)
Jenny: On the 50th anniversary I read so many stories - and I was amazed at the heroic living and dying
Jodi: And the old "wisemen" sit around and think they are "wise"
Walker: Sacrifice is left to the military today. I recall my parents talking about the things they had to give up during the 2nd World War. The rest of us are spoiled and indulgent.
Pam: Thanks. It was something I wanted for my kids and grandkids to have
I thought about Pearl Harbor a lot yesterday.......
I thought about Pearl Harbor a lot yesterday.......
If you can email me my address is:
ajeans@strongpipkin.com
Thanks.