Memorial Day
Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memorial Day. Show all posts
Monday, May 26, 2025
Monday, May 30, 2022
Memorial Day 2022
We Love ❤️ Our New Gettysburg Flag!
— Mary Gerdt Parler:Alvarita1 (@marygerdt) May 27, 2022
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Just in time for #MemorialDay2022 👍🏼
My Great Great Grandfather died at Shiloh.
He served with the Illinois Regiment.https://t.co/1kZ2COzA2l
😎😢 pic.twitter.com/3lKF90iw9A
Monday, May 31, 2021
Memorial Day USA 🇺🇸
Today is Dedicated to the Veterans & Soldiers who keep us Safe 🙏🏼
Prayers for them ❤️
Now for our baby selfie 🤳
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Monday, May 25, 2015
Sean Costello - The Battle Is Over
Great video by Anthony Pepitone,
of the Special man, Sean Costello,
Too soon departed,
He masters this Great tune we heard at Levon's,
For the Veterans, and other soldiers of life, Today.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Memorial Day Weekend
It is the weekend to honor veterans.
I thank them all.
Dad
Every night we watched Walter Cronkite.
When the Vietnam War report came on,
He always gave the current death toll.
My brother was there.
Mom (right) and Dad (left....WW2 veteran)
Me in the middle,
Trying to make sense of it.
I thank them all.
Dad
Every night we watched Walter Cronkite.
When the Vietnam War report came on,
He always gave the current death toll.
My brother was there.
Mom (right) and Dad (left....WW2 veteran)
Me in the middle,
Trying to make sense of it.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Memorial Day
Memorial Day was Monday.
I did think about the veterans in my life and really all the veterans of wars.
My Dad, Rudy, and many more....
How war can leave a hollow spot, a persistent ache, a tear, and even ironically some good memories, buddies, pranks, drinking the wine that belonged to the loser of the battle.
How I never tire of hearing the war stories, feeling the battle through someone else's eyes.
We built 6- 40 foot raised beds for the potatoes and tomatoes. The callouses minor.
I cut the sod away from the bases of a few of our locust trees and fruit trees.
One tree, a tall straight locust was one I cut the barb wire off of when we first moved here.
The fence had grown into the bark.
Now, 18 years later, the scars on the trunk are gone, melted, the tree a tall beautiful tree, loaded with blooms with bees buzzing around them..
Rudy always said it was the best locust tree, a perfect tree.
I thought about him as I cleaned the grass from it's base and left the lillies and phlox I had put there.
Rudy too had a scar deep within, behind the lines of WW 2 Germany, the best days of his life and the worst,
and looking at the tree, he reminded me both of what beauty can be and that there is no place like home.
I did think about the veterans in my life and really all the veterans of wars.
My Dad, Rudy, and many more....
How war can leave a hollow spot, a persistent ache, a tear, and even ironically some good memories, buddies, pranks, drinking the wine that belonged to the loser of the battle.
How I never tire of hearing the war stories, feeling the battle through someone else's eyes.
We built 6- 40 foot raised beds for the potatoes and tomatoes. The callouses minor.
I cut the sod away from the bases of a few of our locust trees and fruit trees.
One tree, a tall straight locust was one I cut the barb wire off of when we first moved here.
The fence had grown into the bark.
Now, 18 years later, the scars on the trunk are gone, melted, the tree a tall beautiful tree, loaded with blooms with bees buzzing around them..
Rudy always said it was the best locust tree, a perfect tree.
I thought about him as I cleaned the grass from it's base and left the lillies and phlox I had put there.
Rudy too had a scar deep within, behind the lines of WW 2 Germany, the best days of his life and the worst,
and looking at the tree, he reminded me both of what beauty can be and that there is no place like home.
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