Friday, July 03, 2009

An American birthday


An American Birthday
In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved .Franklin D. Roosevelt, Speech, September 22, 1936 32nd president of US (1882 - 1945)

FDR spoke of freedom in the truest sense . 73 years ago this was a quote from his speech . Only 3 years before Poland was invaded by Nazi Germany . The freedom that was paid for so dearly 70 years ago in Europe , Africa and the Middle East . Is the same we paid for on our own soil more then 233 years ago . It is the same all over the world . It was won by sacrifice , belief and the blood of our sons . It is the same today , and it was the same a thousand years ago . Freedom comes at a cost . A cost that compares to no other . So on our 233rd year of freedom , let us celebrate and give thanks . Fly " Old Glory " proudly . Lets share our pride with all Americans , old and new . For we are here for the same thing . Freedom . God bless us and keep us .

Friday, June 12, 2009


The effort put into fatherhood is a man's most important work. Our need to do something important and enduring is built into us by nature.
Taking a long view of the eons of human existence, it becomes apparent that raising our children is as essential to human survival as is eating or breathing.
The quality of our work will directly affect the quality of that existence, just as our forefathers' love and work gave us the qualities we needed to get us this far.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

For those who gave all...........

In honor of our brave American soliders
Our young men and women of the Armed Forces . Special shout to the " Cowboy's ". The 1st Armored Division , 2-6 inf. Hey fellas . Don't forget Charlie don't surf , Charlie don't cowboy up . Fuck Charlie........ The average age of the military man is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either. He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and 155mm howitzer. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk. He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. he sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job. He will often do twice the work of a civilian , draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking. In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding. Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood. And now we even have women over there in danger, doing their part in this tradition of going to War when our nation calls us to do so. As you go to bed tonight, remember this shot.. A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their helmets Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it. Please send this .. a short prayer. Prayer Wheel "Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. In Our Saviors Name, Amen." Prayer : When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen in the air, and for those in Iraq . There is nothing attached... This can be very powerful....... Of all the gifts you could give a US Soldier, Sailor, Marine or Airman, prayer is the very best one. I can't break this one, sorry This is a ribbon for soldiers fighting in Iraq. Pass it on to everyone and pray. No trees were killed in the sending of this message. However a large number of electrons were terribly inconvenienced.

Saturday, May 02, 2009


Challenges of my heart
Why can't all love be simple . Just easy . The tests our hearts endure , the challenges our love is given . The every thing it becomes . It is hardly ever rational . The pains it can bring . The sheer honesty it takes . When everything becomes yes . Even when you scream no . I'm sure I'll live the rest of my years with love in my heart and gray hairs on my head . To my kids , enjoy your youth and your unblemished hair . For in time , your kids will be your age and your hair will look like mine . I love you kids ...................

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Rejoice
Easter is the end of the Lenten season , which covers a forty-six day period that begins on Ash Wednsday and ends with Easter . The Lenten season comprises forty days , as the six Sundays in Lent are not actually part of Lent . Sundays are considerd a commemoration of Easter Sunday and have always been excluded from the Lenten fast . The Lenten season is a period of penitence in preperation for the highest festival of the church year , Easter . Holy Week , the last week of Lent , begins with the observance of Palm Sunday . Palm Sunday takes it's name from Jesus ' triumphal entry into Jerusalum where the crowds laid palms at his feet . Holy Thursday commemorates the Last Supper , which was held the evening before the Crucifixion . Friday in the Holy Week is the anniversary of the Crucifixion , the day that Christ was Crucified and died on the cross . Holy Week and Lenten season end with Easter Sunday , the day of resurrection of Jesus Christ .

Monday, March 30, 2009


Spring is here , the warm sun , the green hills and the mustard blooms . We have had a fairly wet and cold winter . I welcome the sun and the change in season . Softball starts for my daughter and granddaughter . School will be winding down and summer is just around the corner . I love spring . I have spent it in many places through out the US . I think I like it here in the hills next to Napa the best though . No crowds yet , just quiet country life . Agriculture and livestock . Oh and mustard in the vineyards

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Challenges



My love and patience for my fellow man , has been challenged this weekend । I am speaking of the Police killings in Oakland , Ca। on Sat. afternoon . I live close and often work there . I am so angry by the recent events . I am taught to live and let live . To forgive my fellow man . To love him , but as the fibers of society are stretched to the breaking point . When my own family comes into danger how much love am I to show . I do not feel sorry for the evil elements that flood our citys . We become the oppresed . I am a good Christian , or strive to be . I will fight for my family , my home , my beliefs . I will not fall under the foot of the evil scum that are marching through our cities . We must stand up , we must shout out . Support our Police . I remember in the 60's when I was growing up seeing billboards that showed a Cop holding a little boy , limp in his arms as he gave mouth to mouth . The caption was " Some call him Pig " . That made such a impression in my life . They serve us , and protect us . They are our soldiers at home . Bless them all . When they fall it's up to us to help them .