My Parents are Veterans...

Both my parents were in the Army when they met. I wrote about their 56 day whirlwind romance that has lasted for 48 years earlier this year. They actually celebrate 48 years this December 1st. I mention it again because of it being Veteran's Day today.

I have been very proud of my parents for being in the Army and for their achievments while enlisted and that they were both "Honorably Discharged". Daddy's tours took him from boot camp in El Paso, Texas to Hawaii, Korea, and then San Antonio, Texas. Momma completed boot camp at Fort McClelland, Alabama and was transfered to Brooke Army Medical Center in San Antonio, Texas.

I can remember stories that my dad told of his service years. Three stick out in my memory. Daddy was detached to Hq 728th Military Police Battalion APO 301 (Korea) as a MP (Military Policeman). Once while he was leaning against the car he drove for the General he was shot at from the north side of the line of demarcation between North and South Korea. The General was in a very important meeting that was instrumental in calling for peace.

The next memory takes us to our house in Southern Nevada, when I was in the 5th or 6th grade. One of mother's brothers was visiting us from Texas. Because all the grown ups had serviced time in the Army, the two men starting sharing their service stories. My Uncle started off by telling of when he was stationed in Hawaii.

There was one particular night that he was out a little too late. He ran the gate and disappeared into the post on his motorcycle. At this point my Dad asked him where he hid. My Uncle proceeded to tell him that he had slide the motorcycle back underneath the grandstand bleachers and stayed there until the MP returned to his post at the front gate.

You can image everyone's surprise (especially the two men) when my dad exclaimed, "So, that's where you hid!" It turned out that my Dad was the MP that was looking for the guy on the motorcycle! They didn't know each other at the time and it was not until Daddy was transferred to San Antone that he met Momma.

The third memory is more of a picture in my mind of Daddy and three of his MP buddies. All four of them were 6' 6" tall and were quite a site when they wore their chrome domes (helmets) and stood guard for one important meeting or another!

Daddy reached the rank of SP4 (E-4) and received badges for Expert Rifle, Expert Pistol, the Marksman Badge (Rifle), Expert Badge (B. MG Cal. 30 & S. MG Cal. 45) and a Letter of Appreciation for his tour in Korea. He served for a total of 4 years, 2 months and 21 days.

Momma was only in the Army for 1 year, 2 months and 25 days, however she excelled during her enlistment. She reached the rank of Pfc(E-3) when she was Honorably Discharge for Sec III AR 615-361 SPN 221 Pregnancy (me!) Her specialty was Junior Draftsman and she worked in the burn unit as well. If she had not been pregnant she would have been sent off to officer's training.

I am proud not only of my parents, but the family members that served and are serving now, the veterans of all the wars and all the military personnel that are serving right now. We thank you for the sacrifices you have made and are making every day...May the war on terror end so that you can come home!

Posts by fellow bloggers on the same subject:
Question: Do you know the difference between Veteran's Day and Memorial Day...
In England they commemorate Remembrance Day...

p.s. My Grandfather passed away on this day 16 years ago...

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100th POST - Children of the Desert by Bebe Rich...

Children of the Desert
A Children's Story* by Bebe Rich

Prologue
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Her grandparents headed west in the late 1800’s with just a prairie schooner pulled by two horses, and their possessions. As a teacher and farmer Grandpa and Grandma, were looking forward to starting a new life out west. It was early spring before they could get together all the supplies they would need and enough money to start this trip alone. They would have to depend on hunting, fishing, and their wits to keep alive.

Grandpa and Grandma decided on a southern route so that they would have more of a chance of surviving the trip. Heading out from Moulton, Iowa they dropped down through Springfield, Missouri by prairie schooner. In Springfield they put their wagon, team, possessions and themselves on the train to Denver, Colorado. At Denver they took the narrow gauge railroad south to Durango. After arriving in Durango they took the prairie schooner, the team of horses and their possessions off the train and headed south through New Mexico.

Stopping in Farmington, New Mexico for four years, to farm vegetables for a little while, Grandpa earned enough money to continue west. When Grandpa and Grandma started on their journey they had two sons with them. Frank was four years old and his younger brother Jamie was only 18 months old.

As they traveled down the Coronado Trail through eastern Arizona, Grandpa had to tie trees to the back of the wagon to help them down the steep places. Their plan was to head through the Sonoran Desert of southern Arizona to homestead the rich, fine farm land in the Imperial Valley of California.

Everything went as well as could be expected. It was not easy, and they endured many hardships, such as harsh weather, the fear of Indians and Grandma was going to have another baby. One early spring day they began to look forward to the bright slightly windy day with the cactus and surrounding mountains that were new to them. On this day one of their horses died.

Grandpa got down from the wagon first and helped Grandma get down. The boys had already jumped out of the back of the wagon to see why they had stopped in the middle of the trail. Grandpa rode into the next little town and bought a new horse. Because the cost of a new horse took half of their savings, they decided to head back. Grandpa and Grandma bought 160 acres with the last of their savings and went on to have eight more children who lived and died on this homestead in a small farming community, along the Gila River.

Grandpa and Grandma's third son, my Daddy married Mama and they had eight children. This saga continues through the eyes of the seventh child, Maizy...

Chapter 1
Searching for The Reason of Life
(Maizy - The Seventh Child)
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Hi, my name is Maizy. I was born in the early 1900's on the old Lago ranch, in a little homestead house. This story takes place in the Sonoran Desert of Arizona. When I was 13 months old we moved to a small town down south, so that Daddy could work as an electrician in the copper mine.

I am the seventh of eight children so when I was born, rich relatives of Mamas’ asked to adopt me. They would name me Bebe and they would see to it that I had everything that I needed. I would go to the very best college and have every advantage of being their only child. I would inherit all their land, buildings and money.

Nevertheless, there was a different plan for my life and Mama and Daddy would not let them adopt me, so I started my life among my brothers and sisters. My oldest sister was Bessie who was nine years older than me, then came Annie, Elwood, Buddy, Alicia, and Richie. A year after I was born, I got a baby sister, Jackie.

I started searching for why we were on earth in the second grade by questioning “what is beyond life and what is beyond that and so on...” Because of the tans and browns of the houses, buildings, desert and the surrounding mountains, other colors seemed to stand out to me. I loved to look at the horizons; I would get up in the mornings and wonder where did it all come from? How come I get to live in the middle of it? Who made it?

I remember loving the Arizona clouds and would think about what was beyond the clouds, trying to imagine what was there, then wondering what was beyond that which was beyond the clouds, and so on and so on until I realized that I had to stop. As happens in everyone’s lives, there were circumstances that I believe lead to the answers to my questions.

When I was in the fourth or fifth grade we lost one of our friends. His name was Clyde and because his last name came after my last name alphabetically, he always stood in line after me. His father owned the Indian Trading Post out on the reservation. Clyde and his mom lived in town and on the weekends would go out to see his dad. One time on the way back to town, the truck hit a pot hole or something and flipped the truck. Clyde was underneath and with broken bones, his mom picked the truck up off of her son. It was too late. Clyde was gone.

Because of Clyde's death, the fact that I had a temper, and that my flaxen blonde hair was turning light orange, I was really touchy for about a year afterwards. Anything done to me would make me cry. My brothers and sisters closer to my age spent their time tormenting me to see if they could make me cry. They would call me names like cotton-top, carrot-top, and spitfire.

Mama would get after them, but one day she called me down into the cellar and told me that if I kept on crying they would keep up the tormenting. That worked, I was not about to let them do that to me!

...I got bit by a black widow spider...
...In a ditch in front of the old homestead,
I nearly drowned before Beth pulled me out...

We did not see much color except when the cactus and wild flowers bloomed after a big rain. Colors and details started having a special place in my life. Mama took pictures of us out among the wildflowers and the cactus. Both my younger sister, Jessie and I were wearing brilliant dark blue short sleeved sweater outfits with yellow and red stripes across the yokes.

I remember one time, a construction company came to town with graders and all their equipment. The graders were painted dusty colors like rosy pink, light lavender, powder blue, dusty green, pale orange and creamy yellow; and I would look at them and think that they were the most beautiful things in the world.

*This children's story is drawn from true events in history.
If some of the details are not as they should be,
it is because we are seeing through the eyes of a child.

p.s. If you are curious as to how Sharon Lynne of California Breeze and myself found out that we were related, follow the link to: You're not going to believe this...

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Notes joins Blogging Chicks...

This blog is totally an all girl blog! Notes is my personal blog. I think that this Texan has been living in California too long. I just said "totally"! For right now even the animals listed in the sidebar are girls and even though I will be adding a couple of boys to the sidebar, they will be outnumbered...sorry guys!!!

Continuing Review of the B.V.F.F.C...

It's time for a coffee break to see what is happening on the BLOG VILLAGE Fall Fest Carnival...

In the last post we explored the first six posts and learned what to do with Pumpkin Seeds, listened to Halloween memories, learned about the status of pumpkins in England, viewed some fall pictures from my computer, read a ghost story of a Woman in White on All Hallows Eve, and walked through a Canadian November!
Tonight we looked at some Handmade Thanksgiving cards and stickers, voted for a favorite paper doll outfit for Rachel, found out the reason The Uncarved Pumpkin, read Of Course It's All About Me, scooted really fast over to gather some Oooey Gooey Pumpkin Treats after reading an ominous Scary Story!

What is in store for us tomorrow night? You can find out earlier, by traveling to Texas with a click of your mouse, with a visit to the carnival yourself!!!




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Review of the BLOG VILLAGE Fall Fest Carnival...

With a warm cup of coffee in hand and a spin of my mouse, I traveled to Texas for the BLOG VILLAGE Fall Fest Carnival hosted by CyberCelt!

Find out what to do with Pumpkin Seeds, listen to Halloween memories, learn about the status of pumpkins in England, view some fall pictures from my computer, read a ghost story of a Woman in White on All Hallows Eve, and walk through a Canadian November in the first segment of the carnival!

More to read tomorrow or you can go ahead of me right now!!!



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Fall Pictures from My Computer...

When I started checking on what I would enter in the BLOG VILLAGE Fall Fest Carnival, hosted by CyberCelt over at Advertising For Success, I wasn't sure that I would be able to find anything. Fall is one of my favorite seasons. I love watching the trees turn color and don't mind when the yard fills with leaves.

So, I decided to look through the pictures on my computer to see if I had any "fall pictures" to share...each picture in the slide show above was created with autumn corners drawn by my mother, Phyllis Mae Richardson Fisher. These pictures were taken in the fall or represent the fall time of year:

1. Decorating for Thanksgiving 2005. These pumpkin, sheep, rabbits, jack rabbits, roosters and laying hens are painted on plywood. My mother painted these back in 2003 for the Franklin Field Horseman's Association Octoberfest.
2. The Ash trees over at the stables in autumn color. This is where our horses lived until they moved to Texas this fall.
3. The ranch in the fall. (This was our friends ranch where my sons did some day riding.)
4. Ponying the colt and mares on a fall day. All five of the Mustang horses were adopted from the BLM.
5. Rueben and Rachel in their Thanksgiving outfits.
6. The ranch on a fall morning.
7. "Covered Bridge 'n' The Fall" design. The picture is painted on wood by Phyllis Mae Richardson Fisher. We used this design to create a birthday card for my mother's sister.
   

"With the colorful leaves fluttering in the wind on a beautiful fall day,

And the reflection in the creek adding to this picturesque view,

We send this message hurriedly on it’s way,

With Birthday wishes just for you!"

Written by Janey Loree ~ October 11, 2007

Thank you for stopping by,

Janey Loree



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Notes Goes To The Carnivals...

It is time for the Quarterly Carnival over at BLOG VILLAGE which is hosted by Advertising for Success. The theme for this carnival is "Fall Fest"...

"Deadline for entries has been extended to Sunday, October 28th by midnight. For entries after that date, mail directly to Success at CoolAdz dot com.

Share your Halloween posts about easiest homemade costumes, funniest Halloween trick ever, best homemade treats, spooky stories, haunted houses-- you name it. Write about family activities that you do instead of trick or treating.

If you do not celebrate Halloween, then share your favorite thoughts about Fall. Fall color, Fall traditions, Fall crafts, family reunions, harvest recipes and handmade gifts."

Naomi over at Diary from England hosted this carnival back in September, however with the nature of blog carnivals it will always be available!

Read more...

This carnival had a great turn out of 25 posts and is BLOG VILLAGE's 3rd Quarter Blog Carnival! Cybercelt over at Texas RV Blog did a great job hosting this carnival.


These blog carnivals are a great way to get to know other bloggers, next time you set down with a cup of coffee or tea, pull up a blog carnival!!!






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