Tuesday, December 22, 2015

"22 Miles to Raise Awareness for Veterans Stuggling with PTSD"

Seaford, Delaware 12/20/15 Operation Yellow Spear held another event to raise awareness for veterans issues. Suicide claims the lives of many soldier' each day due to PTSD, traumatic brain injuries, depression and substance abuse. OYS has been working to bring such topics to the public and encourage people to get involved and reaching out to those who are in need. 


On Sunday, December 20th, Richard K. Pope and Jeremy Dulis launched on a 22 mile journey from Millsboro, DE to Seaford, DE. Leaving at 5:45 AM they arrived at Gateway Park around 3:15 PM. During their walk, local reporter from ABC 47 (WMDT) Julian Sadur caught up with them and took a selfie. Link to the facebook post and Julian's selfie here

You can find his page at https://www.facebook.com/juliansadurtv

Thursday, December 17, 2015

"Firehouses of Delmarva" on Maryland's Eastern Shore

These photos are featuring vehicles, departments and apparatus from eastern shore departments. The Delmarva Peninsula includes eight counties in Maryland and some of these were taken at shows or events, or just stopping at a fire house. You can see all the albums for local fire, rescue and emergency equipment on Flickr.

  • Princess Anne Volunteer Fire Department
  • (Somerset County)
  • Website

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Maryland's Eastern Shore Towns: Snow Hill (Worcester County, MD)

Midway between Berlin and Pocomoke, just off Route 113 and situated along the banks of the Pocomoke River, sits the town of Snow Hill. It's a lovely little town, a wonderful place for an afternoon visit or day trip from nearby Ocean City, MD (about 35 minutes north). There are small and distintive shops, eateries, antique stores and more. If you go, you simply must take some time to just look at the historic buildings along the main streets with their architectural details and beautiful brickwork. Check out the links at the bottom of this post for more info on this town!

Thursday, December 10, 2015

"A Beautiful Light Has Gone Out In Our World"

On Monday the news arrived just after 9PM. First a text, which I missed initially, leaving me to read the words we thought wouldn't come quite so soon on facebook. We messaged and shared the sad update, felt the loss across our laptops, states, groups and hearts, and we grieved for her husband.

I'm not sure how one person was ever able to light up a room with such joy and laughter, but I know I'm better for having witnessed it. There should have been more time and too many things were left unsaid; the fault is mine for not having taken the chances to do so. But what do you say when a life is preparing to depart and as a friend says "I'm ready to go"? And yet I wish I'd said more....

Fly high, dear friend. I'm hurting over this loss tonight as I just posted your obituary and schedule of events for the coming weekend. We'll all be there but I'm not going to sugarcoat it - it's going to be really difficult to keep our composure. You took a big piece of our hearts when you left and that's going to be even more painfully obvious standing there to honor you on Sunday.

These are some pictures from Sunday when we visited the funeral home to pay our respects. It was very moving to see so many people come to honor Marlene and to to offer support to her husband.

 "Life on Delmarva" • #delmarvausa
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Dispatch from Hell: Return to the Craft Fair Circuit

After a long time of not being on the show scene, today I plunged back in. It's been a decade since I've done these types of events and over a year since leaving the world of retail. Earlier in the day I attempted a tongue in cheek list of things I would do and not do, since setting goals seemed reasonable, right?

1. I will not

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

"Live Well" | About Friendship and Respect

Friends may appear in many different forms. It may not always be what you think someone is, but rather who they turn out to be.

It's often during the cloudy or stormy times in life that the true friends shine through the darkness.

It's not all about who are you are related to.
Sometimes, you will find your family in the people who
you turn to and who you are there for.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans | #WHVVD, March 30th

Years ago we made a huge mistake. Our country turned against the very soldiers and American that we sent off to war, telling them to go serve Uncle Sam and to carry out their duties to the USA. They did what was asked and then came home, only to find a nation turned against them in anger. How wrong that was for our Vietnam Veterans.

In recent years, there's been a change. A new viewpoint and people who wanted to right that wrong came forward and stood up and said that we should fix this, and thus

a new day of observance was created. Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans Day takes place each year on March 30th. It's a time to thank and acknowledge those who served, came back wounded and who carry the scars with them still. It's a time to welcome them home as our country failed to do many years ago.

Since 2001 when this date was proposed as a national observance, many states have embraced the effort. There are events and ceremonies to mark the day all across the country and I am glad to see there is finally recognition for these veterans. It's been years coming and sadly, it is STILL not a national event.

Some background on WHVVD: The letter below from Mr. Ramos, a gentleman who has been working for over a decade to get WHVVD established as an annual day of recognition. This shows his frustration with the lack of interest and efforts. Letter from José G. Ramos: "Good morning to all. WHVVD/José G. Ramos will not host this year’s March 29, 2015 Welcome Home event at Cal. HS in Whittier. Back in 2000 my goal was to get a welcome home for ALL Vietnam Veterans in the nation. It became law in CA and many other states, every March 30 is Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans Day [WHVVD]. The White House never came through, Rep. Linda Sanchez and WHVVD gave it a strong and determined push through two Presidents and 14 years of changing attitudes in DC.


The White House did sign a proclamation last year proclaiming March 29, 2014 as Vietnam Veterans Day. The correct date is March 30, not 29. The correct wording is “Welcome Home Vietnam Veterans Day”; The key words being “welcome home.” I can't blame Mr Ramos but it's a real shame to see how many other states have gone on to make March 30th an "official date" in their calendars.....yet after 14 years, nothing national. For all those who served, fought, died, came home to nothing....that is an insult. For more info please visit http://www.whvvd.org/ So it's up to us to acknowledge those men and women who went where they were told to go. It's way past time to appreciate the sacrifices made by all who served. We salute your courage, not only on March 30th, but everyday going forward.

Thank you. WELCOME HOME.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

"What Lies Beneath: Struggling To Learn"

I've been dying inside for a long time now, just waiting for "the perfect thing". I'm not wishing for a fancy trip around the globe, or a huge diamond ring, or even a million-dollar house; part of me is just constantly, desperately, craving a way to let out some of the words and creativity and passion that is stuck deep down inside my soul.

It's been a long time coming, since as a child I struggled with what felt like trying to run in a pair of flip-flops, worn over a cowboy boots. Today it would be called "learning disability" or labeled a disease titled with a string of capital letters mashed together such as "ADD" or "ADHD", but back then I only knew it as mind-numbing, scream-worthy, frustration. The words didn't come out right when I spoke, and when I sat down to try and explain on paper, the words looked crooked and demented and I fumed upon seeing the pages of scribble that had taken so much effort. Maybe that explains why there is so little left of my childhood; sure, there's a box or two out in the shed with papers and a yearbook, a few ribbons, ticket stubs and cards, but little of anything that was "good enough to save".