Friday, December 26, 2014

Happy National Candy Cane Day

Today is National Candy Cane Day, celebrated on December 26th. These red and white striped candies were first made around 1900, and the best-known flavor of course is peppermint.


Did you know that more than 1.76 billion candy canes are made each year? The biggest candy cane ever made was

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Blue Ribbon Sunday 12/21/14

Blue Ribbons for Police Officers Sunday, December 21st ~ Salisbury, Maryland (create your own event in your community! )

Show support for our local law enforcement. Tie a ribbon around a tree in your front yard, change your profile picture, and spread a message of appreciation for all police officers. There has been a lot of negative publicity lately and we need to come together and

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

You don't know what our veterans represent?

One of my friends told me this happened in his shop.

"So I had a couple young kids come in and look around at some patches. But the crazy thing - one asked me what does POW and MIA mean or stand for. Really. So I told them....and he said oh they never taught that in school."


That’s our

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Buying gifts that matter (shop local; buy American-made)

"Make it a Red, White & Blue Christmas": to me, that means spending locally and choosing quality and American-made. In my humble opinion it's better to give one gift that matters and is meaningful rather than a whole pile of cheap trinkets.



Years ago, my father who was very particular about what he liked, and difficult to buy for as well, was ill. Spending much time in bed with illness, he wanted books, things to write on, a lap desk, etc. Shopping for my parents has never been easy, and a sense of frustration and worry usually accompanies pre-holiday gift hunting. Running short on time and ideas, we finally made a hurried trip to an building where many artists displayed their works. So many incredible things.....and so many that were out of my price range, not suitable for a man, or that seemed of little use to my dad.

And then I saw it; the most beautiful clipboard I'd ever laid eyes on. Created from a variety of wood, of all different colors and patterns, it was a stunning piece. I couldn't afford the lap desk or larger pieces in the gallery, but the clipboard was a marvel in itself. I don't believe the artist was there, but whomever was in the shop seemed knowledgeable about the pieces displayed. A brief conversation made me feel that I had THE GIFT that mattered, that I was walking out with a very special thing of value.

Dad loved it. He couldn't get over the craftsmanship, and the clipboard became a fixture around his papers and writings. He's gone now but recently during a trip back home, I wandered into his office, now where mom writes. There was the clipboard, and I couldn't help but pick it up and admire it again. Mom smiled and said "you know how much Dad enjoyed that, don't you?"

And that's what I think buying a true piece of art is about.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Alone for Thanksgiving?

I know not everyone is big on going to church but I invited a few people who I think will be alone for Thanksgiving to our service on Wednesday night. I hate that they feel so left out because this holiday is very family focused.....I think it's easy for someone to think they don't fit in if they aren't spending it in a big house filled with a lot of relatives. 


And I don't know....is that what makes

Monday, October 20, 2014

My first Honor Flight

Washington, DC 10.18.14

On Saturday I got to thank some American heroes. I was lucky enough to shake hands, meet, greet, welcome them to their memorial for the first time, and honor their service. In return they thanked us for being there; so surprised and grateful for our attention and caring. It was humbling to see the gentlemen who broke into tears, overcome with emotion at seeing all of us waiting. I hope you can do this one day soon; I hope you take your children their to experience what it's like.

We left Delaware at 5am.
  

Met up with our friends in Salisbury at 6am.




Arrived in DC by 9am.

 




Approximately 500 veterans arrived at the WWII Memorial via the Honor Flight Network on this day. First they arrive at the nearby airport and then take buses to the site. Motorcycle escorts and police lights and sirens often announce their arrival and then as they come off the buses we are there to form a line all the way to the memorial entrance.










Some of them speak to you more than others, a few don't interact much, and some grip your hand and could not be more delighted at the greeting. On Saturday one gentleman refused to be pushed in his wheelchair, instead standing and walking along taking pictures of us and with us. Many of them light up at seeing children waiting, others have their eyes fixed on the memorial to them that they've never seen before.
 
 


If you haven't been to one of these events yet, trust me....you may want to consider attending. It is incredible and inspiring and something I wish every American could do.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A Poem Worth Reading | "A veteran died today"

A POEM WORTH READING



He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING;
BECAUSE A VETERAN DIED TODAY."



Thank a veteran every chance you get!!
When you see one, go up and shake their hand.
Tell them "Thank you for your service.
Let them know we still care.




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