Time

Someone I know rites in riddles.  I really, really like it. Its fun to see what might be revealed.  I try to understand, and discern. I try to unravel.  Most the time I fail…sometimes I know.  But I almost always like it; so just for today, I thought I would write with wriddles, too. “Imitation is the highest form of respect”...or something like that. So here we go…just for today.

Someone had the right idea: a rest in the sun rejuvenates. We all need to be rejuvenated now and then…sometimes it’s simply time. 

Christmas lights and all things bright sparkle through the years. Cards arrive and tell of changes since the last time that we shared. But a read between the lines, sometimes, reveals not-so-hidden tears.

A dream seems to be continually brought to fruition. But I sense it is almost time to sit down. Weary, we continue; attacked, we fight back. I will welcome the chair with sadness, but I know I will not wait in the wasteland.  I will not join those that mock; but will eventually watch in silent anticipation, knowing the time has come. I look up. It is almost time.

Talk is cheap, that’s why it is so plentiful. The levels continue to chatter - none hearing a single word. “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”  I cannot come down. With prayer, I continue the watch on the wall.

One reaches adulthood at 13, but longs for the simplicity of youth. It dies once again in perfect rhythmic compression. Some things are meant to be; some things are stolen; sometimes it’s simply time. We continue to believe in action.

Two hearts respectfully declined and that behind bronze is bravely brought to bare. I betray an unspoken confidence to protect another heart most precious. He knew I would. All knew I should. Two hearts, too deep, just yet…time will eventually meet. It is almost time.

A joyous visit from little elves enables me to meet a neighbor with a heart like the way things used to be…help from a stranger and contagious bays are the warmth of the day. I knew it would be so, as I watched from a distance the way he cares for his beasts...

I’ve spoiled the babies; they won’t eat lest they have their dessert first. J

I enjoy images from the past. Hours upon hours; even days upon days; so much so, it probably becomes a bit silly. Striving for perfection becomes an oblivious obsession. Out of order isn't the same, but it is with what we are left.

The goodies are plentiful; too wonderful; too much…I have definitely had my fill.

Numbers are up, praise on our lips; but we request higher still, with nothing more to add.

Prayer covers the threshold. It is not the memories that bring us here, but memories flood my soul. From past to present, I sit where it seems I always have sat. Images from long ago run through my head.  "I love everybody." as one walks down the aisle. “The church will have to change.” a lecture from the heart. The words reverberate from the past. Indeed, it has changed. It is appropriate, I guess. But, more importantly, the scarlet thread runs through. Some things will never change. I can still see the aged hand raised in praise and love, a gentle heart smiling as a shepherd guards his flock by night, heads bowed in humble prayer, singing from generation to generation –some off-key; others not; holding hands with the saints of old…the Scarlet Thread weaves through. The Constant is still the Constant.

Two hours is all that I can wait. I waited too long today. It’s all lovely, if you have nowhere to be. That is the way it is today.

We are not nobody. That doesn’t mean we are somebody. We are the ones that are there. We try to keep what’s great. We are trying “to hold fast to that which is good”…while there is still time.

“I’m a Pepper; you’re a Pepper; he’s a Pepper, too!”  I/we may simply do things differently than you.

A parable marked in someone’s Bible, brings much-needed comfort – Wisdom, Knowledge, and Understanding has been more than worth it. Parables for the moment…lessons for the centuries.

Prayer is the threshold. Jesus is the Way. He carries us one more day. Surely, it is time.

Here’s to a Fresh Cup of Mercy and a Goblet of Grace in 2013!

 

 

The Message in My Christmas Tree

I thought it would be fun to snap some photos and share with you some of the ornaments on my tree. They are filled with sentimental value, so I thought it would be fun to share.

Ok in reality, it is probably not as much for my blogging friends as it is for me.  I thought it would be fun to get it down on paper, before I forget exactly where some of them came.  Though I have tried to keep records, I’m sure I have already forgotten a few.

Maybe you will enjoy looking at some of them.

This one is my favorite. My husband and son bought it for me several years ago. It has a place for a photo of our son, and a recorded message from him that says “I want you to keep this ornament forever.”  I could tell they had worked hard on getting the message just right. It was made when Matt was about 9 or maybe 10…of course it becomes more precious each year.

This one is probably my second favorite.  It was given to me by my mom in 1978.  It has my name and the year on it.  I absolutely love it…probably because it was one of my very first ornaments as an adult. She had bought one for every member of the family with their names engraved somewhere on the ornament.

Later she found this one for Matthew…all those years later! She wanted him to have one as well.  I couldn’t believe she found one. It was about 20 years later...and though you can't see it in this photo, his name is engraved on the bottom as well.

This one was given to us by my sister…an angel proclaiming the Good News. It is made from a clothes pin. My maternal grandma had taught us to make clothes pin dolls as children, so it has special meaning…there is a story about that, but that is for another time. Doubly special since my sis took the time to make them for each of us in our family and then hide them in our trees.
 

 

Every year I selected an ornament for Matthew that would represent something he had done or accomplished specifically in that year...something to remind us of the events of that year. This one I selected for Matt for this year.

 

This is Matt’s first ornament.

 

This is his first ornament from his Grandma M. She made it herself; it plays Jingle bells when you press on the little bear's belly.

 

 

These are representative of Matthew's love of trains when he was little. Matt’s paternal grandma and aunt were very good about getting him a train ornament each year.
 

 

These are from when Matt was fascinated with firemen. He was so sure he wanted to be one when he grew up…oh wait a minute! I guess some things never change!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These two are especially meaningful to me because my niece made them for me when she was only about 6 or 7 years old.  She is in her 40's now. The little tree was once covered in colored sparkles, they are almost all rubbed away with time. 

 

 

And this one was made by my Auntie Norene...everyone in the family has at least one of these. She would forget that she had given you one and often give you another one in a Christmas card or when ever she saw you. I believe they are actually book marks, but I ended up with so many, I decided to use them as tree ornaments.

 

For Sam/Daddy...one of his nick names being Yosemite Sam!

 

One from each of my siblings over the years.
 

 

 

One to represent our patriotic beliefs. Matt picked this one out several years ago.

 

 

 

And of course the true meaning of  Christmas.

 

 

"For unto you is born this day, in the City of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord"

Luke 2: 11

 

How cool is that!

Merry Christmas!!

 

Jan

 

 

Change of Plans

I should have known my plans would be changed today. I knew the weather man had predicted overnight snow. Matt came home and said he heard we were supposed to get 19 inches over night.  Having been born and raised here, I knew full-well that was possible…but in the back of my mind I thought, “Oh, he must have meant in the mountains.”

Not so. We woke up to an unofficial report of 14 inches overnight. At least 14 inches I would say!!  We already had 10 – 12 inches, so needless to say we feel like winter has arrived.

Our Navajo Princess

I had plans of staying in, building a fire, finishing my Christmas cards and wrapping the last of my gifts.  I had hopes of doing a bit of house cleaning, and then maybe curling up by the fire with a good book…Maybe Charles Dickens', A Christmas Carol; or maybe I would simply put in that old movie with George C. Scott, that I have had intentions of doing all season.

I might still get to all of that, but there are obviously some necessary interruptions, first.

When I went out side to feed the horses this morning a wave of nostalgia came over me.  The air was fresh, but still filled with snow flakes; the drifts made the two feet snow even deeper in some places. Ahhh, this is the calm after the storm. I couldn’t help but reminisce:  This would have been a no school day, and just for a second or two, I remembered exactly how that felt.  Pure treasure!

"And Here We Have Idaho..."

The horses were mellow this morning; it was as if even they felt the peace of the newly fallen snow; the quiet that it seemed to bring. Bella was in heaven, frolicking and begging me to play. Snap a few pictures, I told myself…you will want to blog after-all.

But, after the 20 minutes or so, of enjoying winter, reality set in.  I had better get to work. I went in and woke Matt early. He would have some chores to do before heading off to work in the city. 

 

Photos will tell the story best. And I have a lot more work to do if I am going to get to that movie by the fire.

 

 

My newspaper found the snow plow.

 

Our Winter Wonder Land

While I'm taking a break to blog and share my photos with you, I decided I would also share this photo of my African Violet...actually my sister's African Violet...It seems to like Christmas:

 

Oh and the Candy? Little Elves brought it to us the other day. It is absolutely the best I have ever eaten! And that is no exaggeration. Matt agreed.

 

Bythe way...it's still snowing!

 

 

   

 

He Knows

“He knows.” he quietly told me. “He knows.” It was all that my dad said, but it was enough. My heart pulled in those comforting words and I let the comfort wash through me which ended with a small, satisfied smile on my face. I could tell by the look on his face, with tears beginning to well in his eyes, that he was moved.

It was my own secret of importance. No one else knew, or needed to know. I had invited my folks to Christmas Eve service at my church a few years ago, but my dad had come down with a cold and we thought it best not to go.

 

“It’s ok, I told them. “We can listen to the sermon on the radio at home.” So from the comfort of their kitchen, we listened. Dad and I sat at the kitchen table as Mom busied herself about the kitchen. She was listening, but this enabled her to get some last minute Christmas preparations done as well.

I love my church and I have every confidence in my pastor’s teaching, but for some reason I was also eager to hear what my dad thought of his teaching. I knew my pastor was known to be a gifted teacher, and I had long absorbed every thing he taught, but for some reason I wanted to know what my dad thought. My church, with a worship band complete with guitars and drums, is a bit more modern than what my folks are used to - their church and upbringings being formal, and well...“old-fashioned.” I had warned my folks, “My church is just a tad bit more modern than what you are used to.”

Throughout my life, I had always used everything my dad had taught us as kids as a moral compass for my adult life. He has always been my filter. What did Dad think about this, or what would Dad say? I would ask myself.

In conversation a while back with my youngest sis, about our dad’s spot-on discernment, I had said with a laugh, “There is only one time I disagreed with Dad on this [a certain issue] but when everything finally played out, I found out he was right after all.”

My dad sees things through the light of truth and he walks a circumspect path that rarely leads one astray. Now, I am not putting him on a pedestal…ok, well maybe just a little; he is my dad after all. But I do know he is not always right; no one is or can be. But my dad is a very wise soul and what he thinks on any number of issues has always been of utmost importance to me.

My secret on this evening wasn’t necessarily about me wanting confirmation on whether my pastor was a good pastor or not, I already knew that. This was simply about wanting to share my church with my folks and hopefully hearing my dad’s approval. On this Christmas Eve, what was important to me was to learn what he thought of my pastor’s teaching. I knew I was in a rock solid church, but I guess I wanted him to know.

On this special evening I understood (because I understand my dad and sometimes it’s as if I can peer into his heart) that it wasn’t simply the age old message that he had heard for over 80 years now that had brought those tears to his eyes. It was about the fact that there was someone – and that yes, his daughter had found someone even though amidst worship with guitars and drums – still preaching that age old Gospel message; complete with an old-fashioned altar call.

He never said a word about the “just a tad bit modern worship”. He never said a word about the oft times joking and the casual way in which my pastor delivered his sermon. He only looked at the
heart-felt, “spot-on” message. There would be no judgment here. No unwarranted criticism of things one might not be used to; not as long as there was an accurate Biblical message. No, no predetermined judgment when one can "peer into a heart" simply by hearing a Spirit-lead message.

He knows. My daddy just knows.

            "The Spirit Himself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the Children of God:"
                                                    ~Romans 8: 16

A Quiet Evening

Thoughts on a quiet evening….
 

• I’ve grown rather fond of Tobi…Matthew’s new Paint.
• It is only 20 more days until my favorite day of the year...December 22…when the days will once again start getting longer.
• I am so thankful for this warmer than usual November and December, as I can still use the hose to fill the troughs.
• An interesting quote: “The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.” ~ Native American Proverb
• My annual Christmas letter will not come easy this year.
• Sometimes, but rarely, I enjoy tea more than coffee.
• I have lived long enough now that my childhood friends have come full circle. And I am learning things about them that I failed to understand in youth.
• Honey holds my thoughts a bit more than I thought would happen.
• Along with my Bible, I pick up J.C. Ryle a bit more often these days. His direct, yet eloquent writings, soothe when the world is harsh.
• There is such comfort in caring properly for one’s animals.
• I love getting a peek at one’s soul through the expression of one’s music.
• Joy settles in and only rarely radiates.
• There are a few, who like me, do not believe it is a time for bunkers, but rather a time of hope through diligence.
• Bella still loves me more than any other being on earth.
• The longer one lives, the more one understands how faithful the Constant.
• Another quote: “There is no better way to thank God for your sight than by giving a helping hand to someone in the dark.”  ~ Helen Keller
• My nephew wrote 50,000 words in one month; sharing 7. That's a writer.
• December is a busy month.
• Juliee is displaying dominance, and I believe for the first time in her life…it does not seem to come naturally.
• Surely the Lord loves us; he has once again given us neighbors with hounds…5 of them.
• A Navajo Princess gets a “thumbs up”.
• Though I know he isn’t perfect, I still believe in President Bush and he always makes me smile.
• Train whistles are loud during the day, but only mournful at night.
• Forgiveness is often required without hearing “I’m sorry”. Sometimes it requires 70 x 7; but it never requires condoning.
• Pumpkin pie is my favorite…I only learned that this year.
• Of course Black Friday numbers are up, when you begin on Thursday night.
• I think Ben and I would have understood one another:  “Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I learn. Involve me and I remember.” ~ Benjamin Franklin
• "A true Christian is one who has not only peace of concience, but war within." ~ J.C. Ryle
• Praise God from whom all blessings flow, praise Him all creatures here below. Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost….Amen

 

Make A Difference! Get M.A.D! ;-)

HSLDA (Home School Legal Defense Association) has been working tirelessly to defeat the ratification of the United Nations CRPD Treaty (Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities). This treaty is frightening; the proponents are well organized and relentless. Also joining forces in this fight with HSLDA, is Senator Rick Santorum and his organization Patriot Voices , as well as Parental Rights .

These groups are helping inform citizens so we can easily join in this important battle. Calls to our Senators are imperative at this time. A vote is scheduled for Tuesday, December 4th.

There are so many troubling issues taking place in our nation at this time. Those of us that home school here in Idaho, have seen without a doubt that our phone calls DO work. We have lived and understood the need to protect that freedom.

The truth of the matter is, we have many other freedoms that are at stake now, too. If we could encourage others to come on board and make these strategic phone calls when needed on some of these important issues, I am convinced we would see a change.

During my discussions with friends and acquaintances I have had people ask me, "But what can I do?"

Below are my suggestions:

• Pray!
• Dispose of any defeatist attitude!
• Write letters to the editor of your local paper.
• Blog
• Create an email mailing list to help keep friends and family informed! Tell them to spread the word.
• Join groups such as HSLDA, Patriot Voices , NRA , Parental Rights , American Center for Law and Justice  ~ these groups will add you to their mailing lists and inform you when it is time to make a phone call (or email) to our Representatives, or Senators. These groups basically are doing the work for us and will keep us informed of bills and actions that may need our attention. They make it SO easy for us, providing phone numbers, email addresses, and informing us of time constraints!
• Join a social media group such as Facebook. There is absolutely no quicker way to get information on all of the issues that are taking place within our nation. If you don't like the idea of the "friends", simply "like" the groups from whom you wish to receive information.
• Memorize this number! 202-224-2131 ~ This is the phone number to the Capitol, and you can reach your Senators at this number. It will also allow those at the top to understand the degree of outcry or concern on any particular issue.With the way the past election went our conservative members of Congress NEED to know they have our support. Those on the fence of certain issues NEED to be persuaded!

If we want America, to continue to be the greatest nation on this earth, we need to act!

But back to the issue of the UN CRPD; a simple phone call to the phone number above should be made before Tuesday. Simply ask to leave a message for your Senators (In Idaho, Crapo and Risch). Tell them that you oppose the ratification of the UN CRPD. You don't have to give a reason; but if you choose to, Number 1 in the list below, is sufficient. The list below comes from the HSLDA Facebook page - five VERY GOOD reasons why we should oppose CRPD.

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From the desk of Michael Farris ~ HSLDA

HSLDA

I have been asked to give five quick reasons to oppose the UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities

 

1. As a matter of American self-government, we should never make treaties that put American domestic issues under UN supervision.

 

2. This treaty will give the government wide discretion to override parental decisions concerning children with special needs or handicapping conditions. Today the government can decide what is best for a child only after proving abuse, neglect, or abandonment. Under this treaty the government need not prove anything—it just has the raw power to override parental decisions concerning special needs kids.

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3. This treaty is the first treaty that puts Economic, Social, and Cultural rights—which are binding government entitlements—into the highest law of the land. This is socialism by treaty—period.

 

4. The US will spend millions of dollars on our required periodic reports to the UN. They check on us to monitor our compliance. We should spend that money here in the US on meeting the needs of our own citizens.

 

5. US ratification of this treaty will have no legal impact in any other country. It will not affect Americans who travel abroad. It will not help the disabled in other nations. The Administration’s claims on these points cannot be proven. Ask anyone who claims otherwise to read you the sections on travel and “extra-territorial” application. They can’t do it.

 

Call your Senators. Ask them to VOTE NO on the UN CRPD. 202.224.3121

Ahhh Childhood - Spending Treasure

I walked out to get the morning paper after feeding the horses. It had been raining relentlessly the last few days, and the mud had not only built up around the barn, but puddles of water also lay intermittently throughout the drive way. I had my muck boots on, and a walk through the water in the driveway to clean off my boots was just a little too tempting.

As I splashed through the water, I was reminded of my friend from work who had just the day before been lamenting the fact that her five year old grandson, simply couldn’t stay out of the mud puddles when he was outside playing. I smiled at the thought; and for a moment I had a five year old heart myself as I moved my boots up and down the puddle attempting to clean off the mud. It felt good to be here, because I was also remembering moments of my childhood when I also couldn’t seem to stay out of the mud puddles.

I remember a time in my life when I was probably about eight or nine; I wanted a raincoat in the worst way. I had been watching Secret Agent Man or some equivalent on the television and probably reading too many mystery books. I connected a raincoat with being a private eye, or detective.  I wanted the raincoat, not so much to play in the rain, as I did to play detective.

Anyway, it wasn’t long and a package came in the mail from my grandma. It wasn’t Christmas or anyone’s birthday; it was just a thoughtful gift from my maternal grandpa and grandma.  When the package was opened, I was delighted! What was inside? Raincoats!  There was one for each of my siblings and me, if I remember correctly.  Mine was a sky blue color, it was beautiful and it fit perfectly.  

I still remember the first rainy day that I was able to go out and play in my new raincoat. I don’t remember a thing about my imaginative play as detective, but I don’t think I will ever forget the delightful, wonderful feel of my brand new slicker! With the warm spring rain pouring down on me,  I splashed in the puddles while the wind blew creating just the right atmosphere I had been awaiting.

Ahhh! Childhood!

So splashing in puddles is not the only thing I have been doing of late. Picking up on that mystery theme, I also recently decided I would reread some of my old childhood mystery novels - Trixie Belden to be exact. I guess my previous posts put me in that mood; as well as a desire to remove myself briefly from reality. I found myself wanting to get lost in that series, or at least something that wouldn't require much thought. What’s going on with this second childhood phase, I seem to be experiencing!

To top things off, a few days ago, I spent an afternoon mindlessly coloring in an old coloring book that I came across while cleaning or something.  Ok, whatever!  I didn’t just randomly come across it, I sought it out. I knew just where it was as well as a bag of fairly new crayons I had been keeping for just such an occasion.  I had the urge to color…I wanted to vegetate, I wanted to relax. Sometimes life just requires it, doesn’t it?

I can’t think of anything much more mindless, than coloring, can you?

Hmmm, Ok well maybe splashing in puddles would fit that category best.

 

Maybe tomorrow, I will write about grown up things...well, or maybe not just yet.

A Heart of Thanksgiving

Below is a note from Michael Farris that he had posted this morning on Facebook. Mr. Farris’s beginning comments are thought-provoking and appreciated. President George Washington’s Proclamation (I almost prefer to call him General George Washington, here.) is absolutely beautiful.

Today, (Thanksgiving, specifically; but generally, I also mean these difficult days we are living.) Washington's words are especially poignant. After a Presidential election that seemed to reveal an electorate that no longer understands freedom and the American Dream, we can garner much wisdom from our first President as we contemplate deeper his words.

This is an extremely important proclamation still relevant, if not even more so, for today. The knowledge of to Whom we should offer our thanks; the understanding of the need for repentance; the conviction to preserve freedom; and the desire to be a light and friend to all nations is succinctly covered in Washington’s words. So much is expressed if one will only stop to contemplate the heart behind the messenger. General Washington’s message overwhelms me as I read it again and again. This is not only America’s beginnings, this is America’s heart.

Especially important for me – and not necessarily the most important part of his message – is a quote I wish to emphasize:

“…to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually, to render our national government a blessing to all the people, by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed, to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shown kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord.”*

That is what America was conceived and born to do. America has always been a nation to understand the need to help others, to lead in freedom without concern for power, and to represent Righteousness, our Savior Jesus Christ to a watching world. That is the true American Dream. This is what I am thankful for today, and my prayer is for generations that will continue, and even more, once again fully understand. This dream simply can’t continue without the desire “to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be.”

Happy Thanksgiving!  ~ Jan

 

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A Thanksgiving Note from Michael Farris, HSLDA Chairman.

I am thankful today for George Washington. He did more to make this nation free than any other single individual. Yes, he was a great general. Yes, he was our first president. Yes, he presided over the Constitutional Convention. But, Washington's greatest contribution to American freedom was walking away from power--twice.

First, he walked away from power after winning the War for Independence. George III said that if Washington went back to farming as he planned to do after winning the war, he would be the greatest man that ever lived. No general ever walked away from power in such a situation.

Second, he walked away from power after two terms as President.

Finally, George Washington knew that God was the author of freedom--and he said so publicly--not just once but many times. Here is our nation's first Thanksgiving Proclamation, from George Washington.

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Proclamation of National Thanksgiving
George Washington

City of New York, October 3, 1789

Whereas it is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favor, and whereas both Houses of Congress have by their joint Committee requested me "to recommend to the People of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many signal favors of Almighty God especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness."

Now therefore I do recommend and assign Thursday the 26th day of November next to be devoted by the People of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being, who is the beneficent Author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be. That we may then all unite in rendering unto him our sincere and humble thanks, for his kind care and protection of the People of this Country previous to their becoming a Nation, for the signal and manifold mercies, and the favorable interpositions of his providence, which we experienced in the course and conclusion of the late war, for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty, which we have since enjoyed, for the peaceable and rational manner, in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national One now lately instituted, for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed; and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which he hath been pleased to confer upon us.

And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and beseech him to pardon our national and other transgressions, to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually, to render our national government a blessing to all the people, by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed, to protect and guide all Sovereigns and Nations (especially such as have shown kindness unto us) and to bless them with good government, peace, and concord. To promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the encrease of science among them and Us, and generally to grant unto all Mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

* Emphasis in bold lettering is mine.

 

Today And Every Day

Honoring our Veterans today...and everyday.




And some of my own favorite veterans:

 

Army 1st Cav ~ Viet Nam

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The Moving Wall ~ Viet Nam

A Treasured Name Is Found



World War II Memroial

World War II Memorial



Army Air Corp ~ World War II

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POP

World War I

 

Today is the first time our nation has celebrated Veteran's Day without a World War I veteran.

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