“Our flag does not fly because the wind moves it. It flies with the last breath of each soldier who died protecting it.”
Five randoms to begin the Fourth of July weekend:
1.) Of my six uncles, only one was a “bonafide” farmer, but I think the other five all had gardens. So did my mom and probably all five of her sisters at one time or another. Summertime visits to my grandmother’s, where the aunts and uncles gathered frequently, brought about talk of corn “tossling” (tassling) as well as ripening tomatoes. I seem to recall that if either of those things happened by the Fourth of July, that particular summer’s garden was deemed a success.
2.) Yesterday, I paid a visit of condolence to a dear friend who had lost her son-in-law. My travels took me through some wonderful Virginia countryside, where I saw quite a bit of corn “tossling” in the fields.
3.) You most likely recall my post about baby Guillermo/William from the Corolla Wild Horse herd. We had seen William when he was only three days old, then the following day learned that he had been rushed to a vet hospital in critical condition. Since that post, William has greatly improved. The GoFundMe page to help with his medical expenses has resulted in donations of over $22,000 to date, which has enabled him to get the best of care. Baby William now has a surrogate mother named Pebbles. This video warmed my heart when the Corolla folks shared it yesterday. To think little William once required CPR and oxygen….
4.) My friend, Donna, spent last Friday night with us in order to take in the Olden Days festivities. Sundae was her sleeping companion for much of the night (good thing Donna is a kitty lover). Saturday afternoon, when I returned home from the festival, I found that, after we left home that morning, Sundae had apparently brought Donna a “gift”. Sundae had deposited her favorite toy: a stuffed octopus just inside the doorway of the guest bedroom.
5.) Our plans for the Fourth really aren’t in place yet, but our flags sure are.
What are you planning for the holiday weekend?
~ These Days Of Mine~
Saturday, as I passed my childhood home, I glanced (as I usually do) at the dairy barn that sits across the highway.
I immediately made a u-turn, found a safe place to pull over, and grabbed my camera from its usual spot under my seat. Since the last time I’d been by there the barn, the owners had added something new.
In my Mom’s later years, she would occasionally see a pick-up truck pass by with an American flag flying in the back – “straight out” in the wind. This pleased her to no end. She would have loved to look out her front windows at this huge flag on the old silo.
(Not to be the “flag police”, but I just wish the owners had hung it with the Union [blue] to the left.)
Linking up to Barn Charm.
On this Memorial Day, I’m sharing a story I saw on AOL Top News yesterday.
In 2010, Susan Wells, a New York woman, started a program called Stars For Our Troops. Stars from tattered and torn American flags are washed and pressed. The stars are then given to members of the military and veterans along with this note:
“I am part of our American flag that has flown over a home in the U.S.A. I can no longer fly. The sun and winds have caused me to become tattered and torn. Please carry me as a reminder that you are not forgotten.”
There’s some controversy as to whether or not it’s appropriate to cut the flag, but Susan’s program has gained support, and there are several “branches” of the program throughout the country.
I like this idea. Although I know that burning a torn flag is the proper way to dispose of it, I think it’s nice that part of the flag is being repurposed as a small token of thanks to the members of our military. As my American flags must be “retired”, I plan to send them off to be used in this way.
Here’s the link to the web-site:
The American flag, Old Glory, standing tall and flying free over American soil for 228 years is the symbol of our beloved country. It is recognized from near and afar, and many lives have been lost defending it. ~ Jeff Miller