Pictures from the past...

In searching for the picture of my grandparents holding their great grandkids, (maybe it is a slide?) I ran across these pictures of The Alamo. I was only 4 months old when these pictures were taken. That's right, I was born in San Antonio, Texas on the same day that John F. Kennedy, Jr. was born. Since my parents were in the Army at the time, and I was delivered at Brooke Army Medical Center, the Army nurses came right in to let my parents know that the President and First Lady had just delivered a baby boy!

The cars in the first picture reminded me of a story that my parents told of my first car incident when I was only about a month old. After a check up appointment at BAMC, my parents were pulling out of the Post parking lot. My dad had to slam on the brakes of his black '56 Chevrolet 4 Door Hard Top to avoid hitting the car that had pulled out in front of them. By the time the dust settled I was no longer in my mother's lap. (I am not sure that we have a slide picture of my parents car. If I find it I will post it.)

The guy in the other car joined in the scramble to find me and was just as relieved as my parents when I was found in the glove compartment! I had been thrown up and under the dash, landing on the compartment shelf. If my mother had not wrapped me up so tightly in the baby blanket, I surely would have been hurt. The other guy offered to pay for a check up to make sure that I was okay. I didn't need one...there was not a scratch on me and besides I was still sleeping! If we had been traveling fast and there had been a collision then I would have been taken back to BAMC.

Twenty Five years later I went back to BAMC to see the Post and even stopped at the little apartment that my parents had called home. With permission both my sons, my parents and I walked back into the past as we toured the apartment. The people thought it was really neat that we lived there before and didn't mind our intrusion into their lives. The pull out bed was still there!

So when they say "Remember the Alamo!" I have a couple of extra memories to remember!!!


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Up with the top or I'm not going...

For the BLOG VILLAGE Goes Gonzo Carnival, it is required that each participant write an article that follows a predetermined theme. The 1st BLOG VILLAGE Goes Gonzo Carnival theme is "About the Family".
About my family, let's see...My name is Janey Loree Fisher, I am the oldest of two children born to George and Phyllis Fisher. My parents met while stationed in San Antonio, Texas at Fort Sam Houston. That's right, they were both in the Army. My father was an MP and had to guard a female prisoner in the same building where my mother was performing some of her duties. When she noticed my father was watching her and winked at her, she stuck her tongue out at him and walked away. (Spitfire!)

In the next scene, you will find my mother's roommate diligently trying to get my mother to go on a double date with her. Nothing doing. Momma hated double dates, they always turned out wrong. As her roommate picked out her clothes, my mother kept saying she didn't want to go. Finally, Momma succumbed to her roommates ernest entreaties that she needed her to go along for moral support.

As they were about ready for the guys to show up, a beautiful Salmon colored 1956 Chevy convertible pulled up in front of their dorm. The guys jumped out, put the top down and were just snapping the last snap when they heard, "Up with the top or I'm not going!" Sure enough, it was the spitfire.

By the time the girls came down stairs, the convertible top was back up. As my dad helped my mother into the front seat, she noticed that he was the same MP that had winked at her earlier that week. Ugh! When he got in behind the wheel,after helping her into the front seat, she noticed his double jointed thumb resting on his knee as he pulled out from the curb. It was shaking!

They went to a hamburger joint in New Brunsfels for the next 56 days. If you looked in the window you would be able to see them sitting there while my dad sang to my mother. After 56 days they got married and will celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary in 2009!

Side Note: My mother painted "The Mountain Lake" picture in the background!

"Lets Say Thanks In support of our troops"

UPDATE: I have received several comments that I have passed on to the Let's Say Thanks people. Please follow the link to the "Let's Say Thanks" website to create your postcard!

A friend of mine sent this special message to me. On the "Let's Say Thanks.com" website it is stated that XEROX is supporting a program to send postcards to our troops thanking them for their sacrifices. The postcards are designs submitted by our young children across America, and pre-written or personalized messages are printed and sent to our troops. My favorite is this postcard by 12 year old Erika. She lives in Anderson, IN and pictures a representative from the Air Force, Army, Marine, and the Navy! "Let's Say Thanks.com" is a vehicle to carry our thoughts and prayers to the men and women of the armed forces that are working hard to keep American the land of the free and the home of the brave!!!
My message to our troops: "Thank you for remembering 9/11 and for doing something about it!"