The first man’s remarks (put your uniforms on) remind me of my dad. My parents had married the day before Pearl Harbor. On their brief honeymoon, they stopped for gas. The attendant said to my dad (who was in his dress uniform), “Why aren’t you at your base?! Pearl Harbor was attacked!”
Indeed, honeymoon over. The next time mom and dad saw each other was after VE Day. WW II soldiers rising to the call echoed Tennyson’s Charge of the Light Brigade. “Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die.” And for many, dying was the result of their enlistment.
Thanks for today’s love letter, especially the quote at the end. Marion Konishi’s full graduation speech, as valedictorian, for me amplified the portions in the post.
I read the speech as a lesson in forgiveness, looking forward (not back), and the skillful application of love and understanding to challenging life circumstances.
I have carried Marion’s words in my heart for five years or more.
Stock photo? What’s that? 😉
Last week after my Friday friend breakfast in Lake Geneva, I pulled over on Hwy 12 to take that shot. Something inside told me I couldn’t just whiz by. 🤷♀️
Last week after my Friday friend breakfast in Lake Geneva, I pulled over on Hwy 12 to take that shot. Something inside told me I couldn’t just whiz by. 🤷♀️”
This is just one of the many things I love about YOU!
Thanks for sharing! It’s a wonderful image!
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My grandpa dad that raised me fought in both WWII and the Korean War.
He was a POW in the Philippines, and was brutally tortured by the Japanese. I think the Korean War gave them a chance to get all the rage out that was left over from World War II.
I could go on and on but I won’t. Just know, he was one of those men who was ready to give his life for everything that he believed this country stands for...
I proudly served my country too, and am grateful, even though I was prepared, to have never seen combat.
I watched a movie today about the posthumous awarding of a Medal of Honor to an Air Force airman. It took 32 years for him to be recognized...
Your writing about “something told me I just couldn’t whiz by” has me thinking about a little story that will be airing at some point in time on the GratitudeSpace Podcast...
I’m glad you stopped for the image! A tattered synaptic junction has me thinking of a much earlier exchange about barns and “Chew Mail Pouch Tobacco?” Mail Pouch would contact owners of barns to get permission to paint nearly an entire side/wall of the barn that faced the highway. Compensation for the farmers? Maybe just the painting of one wall of their barn. 🤷🏽
How about “Burma Shave” road signs? They graced road shoulders in the 50’s and early 60’s in NW Pennsylvania, but were also in use across the country. From admonishments about drunk driving to advising older men to use their shave cream on their chins, Burma Shave represented American ingenuity and hustle! A verse or saying was presented on a series of 6 signs, mounted on posts, and spaced just far enough apart to allow drivers and passengers a chance to read all 6 segments. A forerunner of a shaving blog? 🤷🏽🤔
Yeah, that was pretty bad ... But I hope your day has been a dandy!
I am grateful to live in a country where I can read what I like, write from my heart, and grow into my potential.
I am grateful for the courageous, who have fought to make such freedom possible.
Thank you.
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The first man’s remarks (put your uniforms on) remind me of my dad. My parents had married the day before Pearl Harbor. On their brief honeymoon, they stopped for gas. The attendant said to my dad (who was in his dress uniform), “Why aren’t you at your base?! Pearl Harbor was attacked!”
Indeed, honeymoon over. The next time mom and dad saw each other was after VE Day. WW II soldiers rising to the call echoed Tennyson’s Charge of the Light Brigade. “Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die.” And for many, dying was the result of their enlistment.
I have not heard this part of your history before Gary. Thank you so much for sharing.
And the Tennyson quote… lives of service?
Good morning Gail!
Thanks for today’s love letter, especially the quote at the end. Marion Konishi’s full graduation speech, as valedictorian, for me amplified the portions in the post.
I read the speech as a lesson in forgiveness, looking forward (not back), and the skillful application of love and understanding to challenging life circumstances.
Is the pictured barn a stock photo?
I have carried Marion’s words in my heart for five years or more.
Stock photo? What’s that? 😉
Last week after my Friday friend breakfast in Lake Geneva, I pulled over on Hwy 12 to take that shot. Something inside told me I couldn’t just whiz by. 🤷♀️
“Stock photo? What’s that? 😉
Last week after my Friday friend breakfast in Lake Geneva, I pulled over on Hwy 12 to take that shot. Something inside told me I couldn’t just whiz by. 🤷♀️”
This is just one of the many things I love about YOU!
Thanks for sharing! It’s a wonderful image!
📷 🇺🇸 📷
My grandpa dad that raised me fought in both WWII and the Korean War.
He was a POW in the Philippines, and was brutally tortured by the Japanese. I think the Korean War gave them a chance to get all the rage out that was left over from World War II.
I could go on and on but I won’t. Just know, he was one of those men who was ready to give his life for everything that he believed this country stands for...
I proudly served my country too, and am grateful, even though I was prepared, to have never seen combat.
I watched a movie today about the posthumous awarding of a Medal of Honor to an Air Force airman. It took 32 years for him to be recognized...
Your writing about “something told me I just couldn’t whiz by” has me thinking about a little story that will be airing at some point in time on the GratitudeSpace Podcast...
😊😎😊
I look forward to the story Bobby.
Thank you for sharing your grandpa dad’s story. I AM GRATEFUL!
I’m glad you stopped for the image! A tattered synaptic junction has me thinking of a much earlier exchange about barns and “Chew Mail Pouch Tobacco?” Mail Pouch would contact owners of barns to get permission to paint nearly an entire side/wall of the barn that faced the highway. Compensation for the farmers? Maybe just the painting of one wall of their barn. 🤷🏽
How about “Burma Shave” road signs? They graced road shoulders in the 50’s and early 60’s in NW Pennsylvania, but were also in use across the country. From admonishments about drunk driving to advising older men to use their shave cream on their chins, Burma Shave represented American ingenuity and hustle! A verse or saying was presented on a series of 6 signs, mounted on posts, and spaced just far enough apart to allow drivers and passengers a chance to read all 6 segments. A forerunner of a shaving blog? 🤷🏽🤔
Yeah, that was pretty bad ... But I hope your day has been a dandy!
“Tattered synaptic junction”
Oh my! So nickable!