On this day we celebrate and honor the veterans who fought in various battles around the world to further the cause of liberty and freedom. Some never discuss their battles, their fears, or their efforts, solemnly acknowledging the struggles and strife they endured willingly for the cause, yet never forgetting the sacrifice they endured. Each of these veterans deserve great honor and recognition for their efforts, for their hearts filled with compassion, not only for those at home whom they fought diligently for, but for the embattled fields where they fought, many of them standing firm when the battle was over and helping to rebuild the land.
We are Americans. That’s what we do. We fight to win, then we rebuild, we help others, and we stand firm in our conviction. We stand firm on faith, dedication and service.
As the webmaster for this veteran, I wish to offer recognition for his service to this country, and also… to his heart and dedication of service to people of every land. I’ve seen his tears. I’ve heard his words.
God bless you, Oris.
And may God bless and have mercy on each life you’ve touched.
God speed my friend.
Yesterday, I was looking through Mother’s journals to find reference to the German invasion of Poland on September 1, 1939. I found a letter dated September 28, 1939. Mom had kept the letter. I remember we all gathered around the radio and listened to the world news of the invasion of Poland on the day after the invasion. I was almost 6 years old, too young to understand, and I was scared. The day the letter came I heard my mother and father discussing the invasion of Poland, and the contents of that letter. The letter was from a distant relative of my father. He was an Arabian horse breeder. The following quote is an excerpt from that letter: ”I believe the end of the magnificent Arabian horse we know today is in sight. The German intrusion into Poland will affect the breeding and export of this majestic animal. The powerful bloodlines I so admire will be lost. The breed will never be the same.”
Here is Lif Strand’s post on the history of a great Polish Arabian horse After the war.. Thank you Lif.
The whole story of the Arabian and Lippizaner horses of Poland is
incredible. The book “And Miles To Go” about the Arabian Stallion
Witez II (his bloodlines featured prominently in my horse’s
pedigrees) includes the dramatic rescue by Patton. Witez II had been
in race training and at the time was standing at stud since there
were no races going on. The Germans were holding the stud farm, but
Patton and others were concerned that once the Russians took it the
horses would be used for meat. Incredible story, and of course Witez
II went on to become a major breeding stallion for both the US
government and then the whole Arabian industry once he got to America.
right now I am planning my greatest single achievement for this rotten Tuesday. I’m going to keep my family and friends confused.
From the old file cabinet I just pulled many , many, many pages of typed donkey stories and 37 micro tapes of interviews with many guys who had donkeys, etc. as we grew up. I read some stories I had started 18 years ago. I did not remember how funny some of them were. I about split my sides laughing. Two hours ago I started to put them in book form.
So, I know there’s a lot of grumpy old folks on here that don’t have facebook, but if you’re not one of them, you have facebook and know about social media, LIKE my facebook page by scrolling your mouse over the blue tab on the right side of your screen. If you’re signed in, just scroll over the tab and hit the LIKE button with the right mouse click and you’re in like a social media pro. If you’re not signed in, it’ll as for your user email and password (don’t tell me, tell facebook, when it pops up. If you’re not on facebook – what the heck is wrong with ya?
Just wantin’ to know.
Kick the mule for me, will ya?
(BTW – Oris didn’t post this. Some spring chicken who set up his facebook fan page posted it.)
If you try to tell whether a man is from the country, you’ll have trouble. His clothes won’t tell you. His rattling pickup isn’t a giveaway. If he is a farmer or a man from a rural area or was raised in the country, he’ll respond to cattle on the road. If he were on his way to the bank, Walmart or a funeral, he’d slide to a stop and help put those cows back in the pasture.
A Memory in a Shoebox
This morning I was looking for a picture of Cap, a black mule my dad had when I was belt-buckle-high to a tall cowboy. I want to insert it in my new book. I found an old Roi Tan cigar box tucked away in the bottom of my foot locker. I had not opened that foot locker for many years and had forgotten the cigar box.
I didn’t find a picture of Cap in the cigar box. I found a treasure–a picture of my little brother holding a pup in his lap, with Trixie, his faithful dog and mother of the pup, looking on.
That little boy is now 74 years of age. In my mind this morning, I hear again that little boy laughing as he played with the pup, and remember the years watching as he grew into a man. I love my brother. In my heart, he is still my ‘little brother’.
Most of the time, a man honestly believes in things he tells his dog
You know where they are. Around the world. Just about anywhere but here, those places where people come from, on rare occasion and then return to?
Canon City is still standing, safe and far from the burned area. But the Royal Gorge is burned to a crisp. I can’t believe how totally and completely they burned off the cedars, the grass on the hillsides and the whole area beyond the bridge. Of course, the bridge is still standing!
It was so sad to see that lovely hillside blackened and burned. Such lovely attractive cedars are no longer visible after hundreds of hard earned growth. They will be missed.
Got a call from Oris a few days ago, decided I probably better let everyone know…
He’s been captured by renegades and they’ve asked for a ransom. Said he had to have 150 signatures on his ezine before they’d let him write again. PLEASE sign up for his ezine and send a message to all your buddies telling them to get on board too.
While they’re at it.
Tell ‘em to buy a book. They’re cheap. They’re easy to read and some story or other in that book will make ‘em tear up and cry or laugh out loud. One or the other.
But get the ezine, so Oris can blog again. And hurry.
If he don’t start writing soon, I’m going to start posting ads on his pages!