I know I am talking to a few of you out there that beat me to the experience of being a grandparent, but still, there is so much material to write about I just have to.
Once our granddaughter, ABBY arrived; all 8 pounds and 8 ounces of her almost 20 months ago, the topic of conversation concerning what she would call her grandparents surfaced.
Oh yeah, we all had our preferences and expectations, but never actually realized that we, our desires would never figure into the equation.
In our family there has been nieces and a nephew that had to discern between two grandfathers of the same name...Harry. That situation was diffused with them being called Little Grandpa Harry and Big Grandpa Harry. The kids worked it out themselves I guess. I may have to ask them who actually came up with it as they are now all grown.
When we venture out to my mother in laws home, to explain it to Abby, we just tell her we are going to "other grandma's..." and she is perfectly happy getting out and into the car for an adventure.
Deep down, you just hope your grandchild takes a liking to you for whatever the reason. The fact that my wife is keeping our granddaughter during the day while our daughter works, gives us the 'home field' advantage. Abby is training us as best she can and wrapping us around the smallest of pinkie fingers known to mankind.
Oh sure, our daughter had ideas as to what she thought ABBY should call the grandparents, but believe me you...that didn't quite work out. (is that one of them regional phrases??? believe me you..?? kind of like, 'fixin to'..?? fixin to eat, fixin to leave, fixin to start getting ready?)
Well, the idea was for Abby to call us, Grandma and Grandpa. In her mind and she is a quick study on the 'stuff' in her world; when she needs either one of us, she just calls out...
Na-Maw.. or Pee-Poe, depending on how big the need is.
To capture the effect of 'things' in her world today, we have the vacuum cleaner standing guard over the Christmas tree and making sure she doesn't venture too far into the ornaments that are proclaimed...'low hanging fruit' for her inspection.
She helps me push on the oak tree in the front yard. Something that is only understood between granddaughters and their grandpa. We have to keep it growing in one direction right?
I haven't bought her a fishing rod yet...YET I said, but it will not be too much longer. Getting her near the water without a U.S. Coast Guard certified rope tether to the nearest pine tree will likely be in the top ten list of precautions prior to a fishing trip...but that's another story.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
In my mind's eye
What was it that first caught your attention?
Was it something in the wind or actually the wings of an angel brushing the air around you?
It's right about now that you are able to focus on the booming reverberation of the distant words that find your ear.
You search the area near you, making a scan of the horizon knowing you will find the source of the words demanding your focus, but there is nothing.
The air is completely filled with familiar words. So many that you wonder how can it be that you are perfectly positioned to understand and comprehend each and every word.
It's surround sound in its prime, yet you are outdoors with no obvious generating source for the ever increasing din of this supernatural event.
Suddenly and without any introduction you recognize the message from days past, years of your youth, years involving your basic foundation.
"Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name."
There is something different about the prayer this time. It's not really a prayer, but more of a proclamation. An announcement to all within earshot of what has been forgotten.
"Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven."
A reminder of our teachings from days gone by. Basics that we opted not to keep in front of us.
"Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors."
Giving thanks for the blessings we have and for the blessings we are still to receive, and the protection from our enemies.
"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
Keeping our focus on what is real and not of the flesh that will only hinder our journey.
"For Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, forever and ever. Amen and Amen."
As the quiet settles over our being, our existence, the realization becomes evident that we have just witnessed the obvious. Where we have turned away from our Creator, the actual creation has had to respond in our stead and cried out in our behalf.
"And she will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for it is He who will save His people from their sins."
Remembering the Reason for the Season, giving thanks in all things.
Was it something in the wind or actually the wings of an angel brushing the air around you?
It's right about now that you are able to focus on the booming reverberation of the distant words that find your ear.
You search the area near you, making a scan of the horizon knowing you will find the source of the words demanding your focus, but there is nothing.
The air is completely filled with familiar words. So many that you wonder how can it be that you are perfectly positioned to understand and comprehend each and every word.
It's surround sound in its prime, yet you are outdoors with no obvious generating source for the ever increasing din of this supernatural event.
Suddenly and without any introduction you recognize the message from days past, years of your youth, years involving your basic foundation.
"Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name."
There is something different about the prayer this time. It's not really a prayer, but more of a proclamation. An announcement to all within earshot of what has been forgotten.
"Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven."A reminder of our teachings from days gone by. Basics that we opted not to keep in front of us.
"Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors."
Giving thanks for the blessings we have and for the blessings we are still to receive, and the protection from our enemies.
"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."
Keeping our focus on what is real and not of the flesh that will only hinder our journey.
"For Thine is the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory, forever and ever. Amen and Amen."
As the quiet settles over our being, our existence, the realization becomes evident that we have just witnessed the obvious. Where we have turned away from our Creator, the actual creation has had to respond in our stead and cried out in our behalf.
"And she will bear a Son; and you shall call His name Jesus, for it is He who will save His people from their sins."
Remembering the Reason for the Season, giving thanks in all things.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Catching Up
Gosh...it's been almost 2 weeks since I last posted. Reckon some of you may be wondering where the heck I have been or what's the deal.
Wish I had a good story to tell you other than it's been a wee bit hectic around the Chambers' household of late. To steal a line from Mel Brooks he had in one of his movies....
"Work work work work work..!"
I haven't had a full day off since the Friday after Thanksgiving. So this coming weekend is looking might enticing with it leading into the final two weeks of 2009 and me getting the final 16 days off before heading back to the grind.
The grind is simply writing procedures to turn a chemical plant into a parking lot.
Weird sort of stuff at work it is. Our corporate office made the decision back in May to shut our little production unit down....using the words to describe the move as... "exiting the business". And the catch phrase from our CEO who does a pretty good mimic of Katherine Hepburn, kept telling us that this over and over again.... "It is what it is..."
And yes, that is where I came up with the name for this blog...trying to be a straight-shooter with the way I see things leads me to say...it is what it is folks.
I talked recently about a good friend that is also a writer and has his own blog on a national web page...and it got me to thinking about these cyber world friendships we develop. Everything and everyone is so reachable and available now due to the amazing Internet.
Remember way back when you had a pen-pal and you actually wrote letters to each other and having to wait on the U.S. Snail Mail for your correspondence? This caused me to think about those folks that were into HAM radios. Having friends all over the world and tethered together by the microphone of your radio set.
Today, its the keyboard and flat screen monitor that allows us to maintain the global friendships we take for granted. Just let the system get hung up with a virus or lose your hard drive and you are just about helpless. Helpless to the point where you have to dial your cell phone if want to talk ear to ear to your friends.
My friend lives in Virginia. We hope one day to meet up and share some time on the water chasing the elusive little green fish we have come to love and hate at the same time. The little green slimy fish that thousands of anglers chase with a fevered intensity only to be angered to the maximum effect by a cold blooded creature that is unknowingly adept to creating such turmoil and chaos in a human beings world.
Pick any of the species of the bass. Largemouth, smallmouth, or the spotted bass. Each one can deliver you a boat load of grief on any given day, which is usually the outcome for most of us. But we continue on with our quest and we even write about our ordeal with the wily bass.
Simply stated and often heard around these parts, it's something in the water. Yes, I believe it is at least that....it is something in the water and it is what it is.
Let's try and get together a little more in the future okay? You folks take care now and have yourself a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and may the Good Lord take a liking to you.
Wish I had a good story to tell you other than it's been a wee bit hectic around the Chambers' household of late. To steal a line from Mel Brooks he had in one of his movies....
"Work work work work work..!"
I haven't had a full day off since the Friday after Thanksgiving. So this coming weekend is looking might enticing with it leading into the final two weeks of 2009 and me getting the final 16 days off before heading back to the grind.
The grind is simply writing procedures to turn a chemical plant into a parking lot.
Weird sort of stuff at work it is. Our corporate office made the decision back in May to shut our little production unit down....using the words to describe the move as... "exiting the business". And the catch phrase from our CEO who does a pretty good mimic of Katherine Hepburn, kept telling us that this over and over again.... "It is what it is..."
And yes, that is where I came up with the name for this blog...trying to be a straight-shooter with the way I see things leads me to say...it is what it is folks.
I talked recently about a good friend that is also a writer and has his own blog on a national web page...and it got me to thinking about these cyber world friendships we develop. Everything and everyone is so reachable and available now due to the amazing Internet.
Remember way back when you had a pen-pal and you actually wrote letters to each other and having to wait on the U.S. Snail Mail for your correspondence? This caused me to think about those folks that were into HAM radios. Having friends all over the world and tethered together by the microphone of your radio set.
Today, its the keyboard and flat screen monitor that allows us to maintain the global friendships we take for granted. Just let the system get hung up with a virus or lose your hard drive and you are just about helpless. Helpless to the point where you have to dial your cell phone if want to talk ear to ear to your friends.
My friend lives in Virginia. We hope one day to meet up and share some time on the water chasing the elusive little green fish we have come to love and hate at the same time. The little green slimy fish that thousands of anglers chase with a fevered intensity only to be angered to the maximum effect by a cold blooded creature that is unknowingly adept to creating such turmoil and chaos in a human beings world.
Pick any of the species of the bass. Largemouth, smallmouth, or the spotted bass. Each one can deliver you a boat load of grief on any given day, which is usually the outcome for most of us. But we continue on with our quest and we even write about our ordeal with the wily bass.
Simply stated and often heard around these parts, it's something in the water. Yes, I believe it is at least that....it is something in the water and it is what it is.
Let's try and get together a little more in the future okay? You folks take care now and have yourself a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, and may the Good Lord take a liking to you.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Unexpected Trouble
A good friend of mine writes for a national magazine's website.
Big surprise here, it's a fishing web page. Even more of a surprise, it's a bass fishing web page. Imagine that...me having a friend....a writing friend at that.
Jaison has been writing his column for about 2 years now, and even though we have never met in person, we have talked on the phone, swapped comments back and forth, and even found some time to talk about bass fishing, and our writing.
The column Jaison shared this week was one of a close call. His chosen title was ... if I remember it correctly .... "Life Is Too Precious for Stupid".
My buddy lives in Virginia...one of the many states that experience actual seasons and all that comes with the different seasons. Cold weather that comes and sticks around for a while type of seasons.
Seems that Jaison and one of his fishing buddies hit the lake recently. Seeing as it was a cold day, all the precautions were taken to ward off the cold as best a person could and still be able to move around in the boat. The usual layering of clothing was the standard attire, topping off with a good parka over big overalls.
If you are a regular boater, you may see where I am headed with this...if not, just read on in the next paragraph.
Finding a desirable spot to fish, the big motor was stopped and Jaison found his way to the front deck of his boat, sitting on the pedestal seat to work the trolling motor. This all being pretty standard operating procedures among bass fishermen.
As the story goes, Jaison remembers reaching for something, but ends up looking up at the boat from the outside of the boat in the inside of the lake. The cold lake that is.
To answer your next question....No, Jaison had taken off the (his words) bulky life jacket when he sat down on the pedestal seat.
Efforts between Jaison and his buddy were fruitless in getting him back into the boat. The extra clothing was dragging him down. My guess is right about now, Jaison was at least 2 or 3 minutes from meeting our Creator face to face.
Through sheer refusal to quit the fight, a grip on the side of the boat was managed and his buddy got the motor cranked and idled towards the shore where Jaison finally was able to touch solid ground and make his way from the lake.
I haven't talked to Jaison other than a couple of emails where I relayed to him my concern for him and grateful that he survived the ordeal. Not making light of the situation, he did recall in his column about making a deal with God. Probably not much more than any one of us would have done had it been us in his shoes....let's make that...his water-soaked bib overalls and winter parka.
I did ask Jaison if he remembered to mark the coordinates of the 'hump' they were fishing, so he could go back another day to try again....but then, that's my jab at him for now.
Glad you're OK Jaison and thanks for sharing your story.
Folks, if you want to read his story in his words, go to BASSMASTER.com and look for Jaison's story under The Reel World.
http://sports.espn.go.com/outdoors/bassmaster/news/story?page=b_blog_annarino_2009
Big surprise here, it's a fishing web page. Even more of a surprise, it's a bass fishing web page. Imagine that...me having a friend....a writing friend at that.
Jaison has been writing his column for about 2 years now, and even though we have never met in person, we have talked on the phone, swapped comments back and forth, and even found some time to talk about bass fishing, and our writing.
The column Jaison shared this week was one of a close call. His chosen title was ... if I remember it correctly .... "Life Is Too Precious for Stupid".
My buddy lives in Virginia...one of the many states that experience actual seasons and all that comes with the different seasons. Cold weather that comes and sticks around for a while type of seasons.
Seems that Jaison and one of his fishing buddies hit the lake recently. Seeing as it was a cold day, all the precautions were taken to ward off the cold as best a person could and still be able to move around in the boat. The usual layering of clothing was the standard attire, topping off with a good parka over big overalls.
If you are a regular boater, you may see where I am headed with this...if not, just read on in the next paragraph.
Finding a desirable spot to fish, the big motor was stopped and Jaison found his way to the front deck of his boat, sitting on the pedestal seat to work the trolling motor. This all being pretty standard operating procedures among bass fishermen.
As the story goes, Jaison remembers reaching for something, but ends up looking up at the boat from the outside of the boat in the inside of the lake. The cold lake that is.
To answer your next question....No, Jaison had taken off the (his words) bulky life jacket when he sat down on the pedestal seat.
Efforts between Jaison and his buddy were fruitless in getting him back into the boat. The extra clothing was dragging him down. My guess is right about now, Jaison was at least 2 or 3 minutes from meeting our Creator face to face.
Through sheer refusal to quit the fight, a grip on the side of the boat was managed and his buddy got the motor cranked and idled towards the shore where Jaison finally was able to touch solid ground and make his way from the lake.
I haven't talked to Jaison other than a couple of emails where I relayed to him my concern for him and grateful that he survived the ordeal. Not making light of the situation, he did recall in his column about making a deal with God. Probably not much more than any one of us would have done had it been us in his shoes....let's make that...his water-soaked bib overalls and winter parka.
I did ask Jaison if he remembered to mark the coordinates of the 'hump' they were fishing, so he could go back another day to try again....but then, that's my jab at him for now.
Glad you're OK Jaison and thanks for sharing your story.
Folks, if you want to read his story in his words, go to BASSMASTER.com and look for Jaison's story under The Reel World.
http://sports.espn.go.com/outdoors/bassmaster/news/story?page=b_blog_annarino_2009
Humor Me
It was just one of those opportune times where the guy on the other end of the phone had set himself up perfectly for one of my patented retorts...and feeling generous, I gave him just what I thought he deserved.
Coming home from my monthly appointment with my shoulder doctor, I got broad sided by a Texas sized hunger pang or pain....your preference here, kind of like poe-tay-toe or puh-tah-toe...but back to being hungry and wanting a pizza with everything on it...and the story unfolded like this.
Found the number for this particular pizza shop who in my honest opinion makes the best pizza this side of the Louisiana border here in Texas and dialed them up.
Ring. Ring.
PIZZA GUY: Hello, this is Dave and thank you for calling your favorite pizza making place. Would you like to try one of our special large all meat pizzas for the low low price of....
ME: No, not today thanks, what I want is one of your large with everything on it pizzas...
PIZZA GUY: OK sir, you gonna want that with jalapenos?
ME: No, no jalapenos...just everything else.
PIZZA GUY: What type of crust you want on your pizza? regular, thin, pan ......
ME: Regular...just make it regular please.
PIZZA GUY: Will you be wanting any dips, drinks, or bread sticks with your order today?
ME: No, just the large pizza with everything on it.
PIZZA GUY: OK sir, we have one large pizza with the works, regular crust and no extra dips, drinks, or bread sticks...will that complete your order?
ME: Yes, that's it.
PIZZA GUY: ...and how will you be paying for your order? Cash?
ME: No, I will paying with my debit card...
PIZZA GUY: .....and what type of card is it?
here it comes....now mind you this guy has a manner of speaking, his voice was so clear and concise..great enunciation, things were rolling right along, but when he asked me what type of card it was....my first response was simply...
ME: It's plastic..... (even my wife cringed on that reply......) oh you mean the type...Visa.
his silence pretty much let me know either or eye-ther, he didn't get the humor or wasn't in the mood for me and my hunger quenching quest of word play.
PIZZA GUY: Can I have the number please?
ME: No......., I will give it to you when I get there.
PIZZA GUY: ......sooo you're gonna pick this up?
Don't you think he would of asked .....Pick up or delivery.... way back when we first began this conversation about the type of pizza and the crust? He even had asked for my phone number and with all the caller-ID programs there are out there, he even knew who I was, where I lived, and probably the history of all the pizzas we had purchased in years past.....
I fully intended on apologizing to Dave when I got to the pizza place, but he was waist deep with another phone order when I got there with my plastic Visa debit card....
..trying to find a discount for the large pizza order that was coming in...the rolling of his eyes, the grip on the phone, and the body language told me to think again...after all he still had my large, regular crust pizza with everything on it well within his reach.........his humor-less, having to deal with public phone ordering, minimum pay, if you wanted a cheap pizza why don't you call the cheap pizza store....... reach.
Dave won that round today and I can only imagine the eye roll he gave me, when I laid the 'plastic' answer on him.....glad he wasn't the one making my pizza.
Coming home from my monthly appointment with my shoulder doctor, I got broad sided by a Texas sized hunger pang or pain....your preference here, kind of like poe-tay-toe or puh-tah-toe...but back to being hungry and wanting a pizza with everything on it...and the story unfolded like this.
Found the number for this particular pizza shop who in my honest opinion makes the best pizza this side of the Louisiana border here in Texas and dialed them up.
Ring. Ring.
PIZZA GUY: Hello, this is Dave and thank you for calling your favorite pizza making place. Would you like to try one of our special large all meat pizzas for the low low price of....
ME: No, not today thanks, what I want is one of your large with everything on it pizzas...
PIZZA GUY: OK sir, you gonna want that with jalapenos?
ME: No, no jalapenos...just everything else.
PIZZA GUY: What type of crust you want on your pizza? regular, thin, pan ......
ME: Regular...just make it regular please.
PIZZA GUY: Will you be wanting any dips, drinks, or bread sticks with your order today?
ME: No, just the large pizza with everything on it.
PIZZA GUY: OK sir, we have one large pizza with the works, regular crust and no extra dips, drinks, or bread sticks...will that complete your order?
ME: Yes, that's it.
PIZZA GUY: ...and how will you be paying for your order? Cash?
ME: No, I will paying with my debit card...
PIZZA GUY: .....and what type of card is it?
here it comes....now mind you this guy has a manner of speaking, his voice was so clear and concise..great enunciation, things were rolling right along, but when he asked me what type of card it was....my first response was simply...
ME: It's plastic..... (even my wife cringed on that reply......) oh you mean the type...Visa.
his silence pretty much let me know either or eye-ther, he didn't get the humor or wasn't in the mood for me and my hunger quenching quest of word play.
PIZZA GUY: Can I have the number please?
ME: No......., I will give it to you when I get there.
PIZZA GUY: ......sooo you're gonna pick this up?
Don't you think he would of asked .....Pick up or delivery.... way back when we first began this conversation about the type of pizza and the crust? He even had asked for my phone number and with all the caller-ID programs there are out there, he even knew who I was, where I lived, and probably the history of all the pizzas we had purchased in years past.....
I fully intended on apologizing to Dave when I got to the pizza place, but he was waist deep with another phone order when I got there with my plastic Visa debit card....
..trying to find a discount for the large pizza order that was coming in...the rolling of his eyes, the grip on the phone, and the body language told me to think again...after all he still had my large, regular crust pizza with everything on it well within his reach.........his humor-less, having to deal with public phone ordering, minimum pay, if you wanted a cheap pizza why don't you call the cheap pizza store....... reach.
Dave won that round today and I can only imagine the eye roll he gave me, when I laid the 'plastic' answer on him.....glad he wasn't the one making my pizza.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Can I Get Any Bonus Points?
Yeah, I remember...way back when kids would come up with those thought provoking questions and the better part of an afternoon would be gone before you knew it.
And I would be willing to bet that most of you reading this will have at least one time, had the conversation when you were younger....and I bet also after hearing some of the other answers, you probably changed your first answer.
....if I was to die...I would come back as a ________.
I know I know, but remember, these are kids we're talking about and the realm of eternity doesn't fit into the afternoon...and the issue of reincarnation is at hand.
What would you come back as? If you could.
I always seem to pick some sort of bird. A hawk or an eagle. I wanted to be able to fly and just soar on the wind currents....not to mention the keen eyesight these critters have.
Well my son posed that question to me the other afternoon. I immediately went into the matter of fact mode and reminded him that we do not believe in reincarnation...and he quickly assured me that he understood, but didn't have another word for this time honored discussion among kids.
The conversation soon filled the cab of my truck with "what-ifs" and it started to get interesting.
How many times have you heard stories about someone dying and then contacting a loved one still here on this big old rock we call Earth?
Do you think only certain folks get this type of privilege?
Or is it a special grade of angel that takes the information down and gets the message to the left behind chosen earthling?
How come only certain people get to 'hear' from grandma or a brother after they have passed?
My grandfather had promised a watermelon just for the two of us when he got back from the hospital....I never got that promise filled and maybe that's why I don't care for any types of melons today.
What kind of signal would you want to have to prove that the message was Heaven sent?
Would it be a thought of something you had long forgot about? Maybe an old photograph and for the first time in years, you spot an item in the background you had never noticed before that prompted your quick trip down memory lane....an old friend on Facebook?
Are there bonus points in heaven?
I wouldn't think so....besides, why would you need any other bonuses...you're in heaven.
But a snowfall in August here in Southeast Texas would sure cause me to wonder....
Let me hear from you and any heavenly connections you want to share.....
And I would be willing to bet that most of you reading this will have at least one time, had the conversation when you were younger....and I bet also after hearing some of the other answers, you probably changed your first answer.
....if I was to die...I would come back as a ________.
I know I know, but remember, these are kids we're talking about and the realm of eternity doesn't fit into the afternoon...and the issue of reincarnation is at hand.
What would you come back as? If you could.
I always seem to pick some sort of bird. A hawk or an eagle. I wanted to be able to fly and just soar on the wind currents....not to mention the keen eyesight these critters have.
Well my son posed that question to me the other afternoon. I immediately went into the matter of fact mode and reminded him that we do not believe in reincarnation...and he quickly assured me that he understood, but didn't have another word for this time honored discussion among kids.
The conversation soon filled the cab of my truck with "what-ifs" and it started to get interesting.
How many times have you heard stories about someone dying and then contacting a loved one still here on this big old rock we call Earth?
Do you think only certain folks get this type of privilege?
Or is it a special grade of angel that takes the information down and gets the message to the left behind chosen earthling?
How come only certain people get to 'hear' from grandma or a brother after they have passed?
My grandfather had promised a watermelon just for the two of us when he got back from the hospital....I never got that promise filled and maybe that's why I don't care for any types of melons today.
What kind of signal would you want to have to prove that the message was Heaven sent?
Would it be a thought of something you had long forgot about? Maybe an old photograph and for the first time in years, you spot an item in the background you had never noticed before that prompted your quick trip down memory lane....an old friend on Facebook?
Are there bonus points in heaven?
I wouldn't think so....besides, why would you need any other bonuses...you're in heaven.
But a snowfall in August here in Southeast Texas would sure cause me to wonder....
Let me hear from you and any heavenly connections you want to share.....
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Veterans Day - Thank You Veterans
November 11, 2009.
Another Veterans Day to pay honor to our veterans.
If you are reading this in English, please take time to thank a veteran. We owe a world of thanks to our veterans for this privilege and the freedom to speak our mind.
There is a fine line being crossed today and many won't even recognize the transgression.
Well, it's not exactly an act of aggression or the breaking of any law or statute. It is simply a misunderstanding of a practice that has been handed down over the years.
What is this poor old country boy rambling on about now you ask? Reckon I am just a stickler for details....and like a t-shirt I often wear, it usually will get a decent discussion moving.
The t-shirt..nothing special...it just reads: 'I get enough exercise....just pushing my luck'.
The Internet is filled with the subject of today's holiday.
Veterans Day. To be celebrated every November 11th, on the Eleventh of November, no matter which day of the week it happens to be on....right here in the United States of America.
Other nations call it Remembrance Day and will include the fallen heroes of past wars.
Originally, Veterans Day here in America was designed to honor all our living veterans. Thus the name....Veterans Day.
We have somehow managed to merge a large chunk of Memorial Day into this day. If memory serves me correctly, Memorial Day is tucked away back at the start of summer, right there at the end of May. I think even the government got involved on this one and we are subject to celebrating Memorial Day on a rotating Monday...which gives many a three day weekend. (give me your comments on this down there where comments are asked for...OK?)
Honoring our veterans for their service to our nation. Answering the call to duty during times of war, standing in the gap defending our way of life here in America, and also being at the ready during times of peace.
Acknowledging all veterans who served honorably without regard to the price they were prepared to pay with their lives, for the blessings of being called an American.
I probably will step on some toes with this one, but if we already have a holiday remembering our fallen veterans back in the month of May, why do it twice in a year?
Enough already.
Veterans. I salute you and thank you for your service to our great nation. Thank you for your being the one that stood for me and my family, defending our way of life. Giving us the freedom of choosing where to live, what church to attend, the freedom to drive across our states at our own discretion, and the fact that here in America, we stand proud because of the uniforms you have worn or still wear today, support our Stars and Stripes here and around the world.
Thank you Veterans. Thank You.
Another Veterans Day to pay honor to our veterans.
If you are reading this in English, please take time to thank a veteran. We owe a world of thanks to our veterans for this privilege and the freedom to speak our mind.
There is a fine line being crossed today and many won't even recognize the transgression.
Well, it's not exactly an act of aggression or the breaking of any law or statute. It is simply a misunderstanding of a practice that has been handed down over the years.
What is this poor old country boy rambling on about now you ask? Reckon I am just a stickler for details....and like a t-shirt I often wear, it usually will get a decent discussion moving.
The t-shirt..nothing special...it just reads: 'I get enough exercise....just pushing my luck'.
The Internet is filled with the subject of today's holiday.
Veterans Day. To be celebrated every November 11th, on the Eleventh of November, no matter which day of the week it happens to be on....right here in the United States of America.
Other nations call it Remembrance Day and will include the fallen heroes of past wars.
Originally, Veterans Day here in America was designed to honor all our living veterans. Thus the name....Veterans Day.
We have somehow managed to merge a large chunk of Memorial Day into this day. If memory serves me correctly, Memorial Day is tucked away back at the start of summer, right there at the end of May. I think even the government got involved on this one and we are subject to celebrating Memorial Day on a rotating Monday...which gives many a three day weekend. (give me your comments on this down there where comments are asked for...OK?)
Honoring our veterans for their service to our nation. Answering the call to duty during times of war, standing in the gap defending our way of life here in America, and also being at the ready during times of peace.
Acknowledging all veterans who served honorably without regard to the price they were prepared to pay with their lives, for the blessings of being called an American.
I probably will step on some toes with this one, but if we already have a holiday remembering our fallen veterans back in the month of May, why do it twice in a year?
Enough already.
Veterans. I salute you and thank you for your service to our great nation. Thank you for your being the one that stood for me and my family, defending our way of life. Giving us the freedom of choosing where to live, what church to attend, the freedom to drive across our states at our own discretion, and the fact that here in America, we stand proud because of the uniforms you have worn or still wear today, support our Stars and Stripes here and around the world.
Thank you Veterans. Thank You.
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