Archive for May, 2009

Memorial Day

Monday, May 25th, 2009

 

                   Traveling across the state Monday, almost each city and town had a celebration of Memorial Day.  Old men in their uniforms, young men with their boy scouts and girl scouts, paid their respects to the men and women of our armed forces.

 

                   The holiday was started in 1868 to honor members of the armed services that had served in the Grand Army of the Potomac.  After World War One the day was changed to include all members of the armed services who had served in any war or military action.  Poppies from Flanders fields in France became a popular symbol of the remembrance of service, taken from the poem by Major McCrey;  “In Flanders fields where poppies blow, Neath crosses, row upon row……”

 

                    The Liberty Hill chapter of the VFW served breakfast to quite a crowd of veterans as well as their families and friends early Monday morning.  It was a great time to see all the men and women who had served and thank them.  We then moved into Veterans Park where Sergeant Hickman bulged “Assembly.”  Standing before the Wall of Honor a prayer was lofted into the bright spring morning. I was proud of Liberty Hill’s Veterans of Foreign Wars presentation of the Colors, the eulogies of those who paid the supreme sacrifice, as well honoring those veterans still living.

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           A closing prayer was offered.  The sad but moving notes of taps was then blown by the bulgier, and we were dismissed.

 

          I felt proud that we, as a nation, would take time to honor these men and women, who gave a part, and sometimes all, of their lives to protect us.  May we always keep the faith, the honor, and respect for these who served.

Neighbors

Sunday, May 17th, 2009

 

 

 

            I guess we all have neighbors.  Well some of you have lived way out in west Texas, and we might not think you had any neighbors, but you did.  They may have lived   20 miles down the road, but they were neighbors.  And they were good neighbors.  If a problem arose, you could bet your saddle they would be there to help any way they could.  And if you had a good thing happening they would be there to help you celebrate.

 

            The first six years Alice and I were married we moved 12 times.  That will create a whole lot of neighbors.  You know I can’t remember any of them being difficult.  We had fun neighbors as well as stoic ones.  We had rich ones, but mostly neighbors just like us.  Army privates don’t generate a whole lot of cash, but we all shared what we had.  We have great memories of making ice cream together, or sharing a pot of brown beans and cornbread with each other.  Many times in El Paso we got together and made a batch of hot tamales that was as much fun in the making as it was in the eating. 

 

            We finally bought a house in the city and our varied list of neighbors was more limited.  We still had plenty of folks living real close as well as neighbors across the street and around the corner.  I remember one neighbor who had a mischievous streak he enjoyed, and we tolerated.  He loved finding my car parked on the street and he would wash and wax one fender and half of the hood.  I guess he thought I would be a little miffed and wax the rest of the car.  I fooled him; I thought that 1950 Chevrolet look kind of cute with one waxed fender and drove it that way.

 

            Some of our neighbors enjoyed borrowing things, like lawn mowers and watering hoses.  I felt ok about that for that gave me the license of returning the favor by borrowing his tools and garden wagon.  Neither of us ever returned a borrowed tool, we just went into each other’s garage and got what we needed.  Worked out fine.

 

            We lived one place with a neighbor that gave me a little trouble.  He worked in his yard all the time.  Alice on occasions pointed out this fact.  His yard looked great.  That put the pressure on me to try to keep my yard a little neater than I really wanted.  He was a fun guy and we had many good times together, and I suggested that he might slow down a little.  Didn’t do any good.  He just kept planting, pruning, and mowing.  He even sometimes crossed the street and helped me mow my grass.  But I got even with him.  When he would spread commercial fertilizer on his lawn I would conjure up a rain.  The clouds would boil up in the northwest, lightening flashed, and thunder rolled.  Then came the soaking rain.  Washed all his grass greening fertilizer right across the road into my lawn.  Now I had a beautiful green lawn also.

 

            We moved a few more times, but now we seem to be pretty settled.  And I am happy to say we again have a great bunch of neighbors.  God bless them all.