Should We Fall

Should We Fall

The cry is heard, upon the ramparts.
Ships on the horizon!!
Hurry men, gather weapons.
the enemy’s wind is behind them.
Should we fall, we fall with honor,
for our hearts are brave and true.
The King has mustered all his kingdom
and set upon it his fire for life.
Should we fall, we fail ourselves.
Tis time to test our resolve
as dragons soar the sky, and
goblins set the cannons.
Should we fall, we fall tonight
for tomorrow’s dawn sees only the victor.

Thank You: An Appreciation of the “One Lovely Blog Award.”

Being in the social media network you meet some wonderful people who become friends even though you may never speak to them other than across the web.  One such dear friend is Belinda Witzenhausen who is such an inspiration with her blog.   A freelance writer, editor, creativity coach, online radio show producer, artist and amateur photographer, Belinda has been a refreshing inspiration to me each day I open my email and read her words or see her photos.  It was a great and special surprise when I received a note from her saying she mentioned me in her blog, and when I visited her site, I saw she nominated me for the “One Lovely Blog Award.”  What an honor!  Thank you Belinda!  I appreciate your nomination!

There are some rules to the award:

  • Thank the person/people who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
  • Share 7 things about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 or so bloggers you admire
  • Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know.

Okay so here is 7 things about myself:

  1. I have one more year of undergraduate work to do at Young Harris College, and I’m scared to death of Student Teaching in the Spring of 2013.
  2. My greatest hero is my son Christian Wallace, who is in the 101st Airborne Division and jumps out of planes.
  3. My best friend in the world is Kevin Henderson, who not only is a wonderful boyfriend, but is the dirt that keeps up my rock. (Dirt and Rock forever!)
  4. I have two beautiful daughters Calle and Kelsey and they both live in Texas.
  5. I have a love for quilting and wish I had more time to sew.
  6. I love to draw, especially if its messy and encompasses charcoal.
  7. I live in the North Georgia Mountains and where my house is, we’re just minutes from the lake.

Enough about me.  On to some wonderful Bloggers.

  1.  – Arley is a young man about my daughter Kelsey’s age and love photography about as much as she does.  He disappeared off he radar for a while because he had his wisdom teeth removed, but now my email is once again filled with his delightful photos.
  2. – Laura has a very informative blog.  She is always doing reviews on books.
  3. – Joseph Pinto feeds my need for a little horror.
  4. – Peter Kevin Connell who calls himself the Ill-humored Author does a fun twist on “heritage” history.  He always makes me laugh.
  5. – Kriss Morton Weekley lives in one of my old haunts – Fairbanks, AK.  She does some wonderful blogging and reviews.
  6. – Dear Diary Blog by Kellianne Sweeney.  I love her poems and other writings.
  7. – Christiana Carson, who if I had known in life before the internet, would have probably been a mentor.
  8. – Mary Ann Kempher – Supplies all my romance needs and is just an all around nice person.
  9. – Stephen Knight’s blog “Knight’s Landing” (made me think of medieval times, but  when I visit it, it is filled with Zombies.)
  10. – I love Shannon Mayer’s blog and book covers.
  11. – These two ladies keep me in stitches sometimes.
  12. – Trish Gentry ( I love the fact she is a paralegal like I was in my life previous to being a mountain woman, writer and tamer of bears.)
  13.  – Eric is a wonderful twitter friend who is always supportive of EVERYONE.
  14. Kirkus Macgowan – A wonderful Dad who writes and Blogs (Love his blog name, “Diapers, Bookmarks, and Pipe Dreams”)
  15. Krystal Wade a young woman who has beautiful things to say.

I know I could go on and on, but I must stop at 15.  Thanks again Belinda for the nomination and thoughts!

In honor of our Military: An Essay on Memorial Day

Kevin, my daughter Calle and my son Chase after his graduation at Ft. Benning.

Kevin, my daughter Calle and my son Chase after his graduation at Ft. Benning.

A couple of years ago, I wrote this little essay about Memorial Day.  In honor of those in my family who have served and are serving, friends who have served and others I don’t know, I dedicate this blog post today to them. 

Memorial Day 2010

This weekend I was hunkered down under an umbrella watching the rain pelt the water of Lake Chatuge, waiting for the elusive sun to resurface so we could take the boat out again.  My boyfriend made the comment that it always seems to rain on Memorial Day.  I said to him, “Its a million tears for the millions of lives lost.” “Yes,” he replied, “that’s true.”  I suddenly thought of my mother’s father.  My brother recently sent a photo via cell phone of his cemetery marker in Houston, Texas.  He and my grandmother are buried together at the Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery there.  Grandma passed away a few months ago and my brother was showing me they had finally added her name to the marker.  It was strange but I had never known until I saw the photo that my Grandpa, Theodore Shellow, served in 3 wars: World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War.

I always remembered Grandpa as the one who took us on vacation, made Christmas fun by stringing a zillion lights on his house, played Santa by jingling bells outside our window Christmas Eve, and always coming to our rescue for one thing or another.  Seeing that photo I realized he was something more than just my Grandpa.  He was a man who on three occasions gallantly thrust himself in conflict to preserve a way of life, freedom and American nobility. A detail I never knew about until I received that picture. 

 Grandpa told me once when I was younger that he was a first generation immigrant to America. A middle child of a Polish family who specialized in Trapeze acts (circus performers), they came to this country seeking something better, wanting a place where destinies could be made by their own hand, and lives could be changed by hard work and the American dream.  They settled in Connecticut and delved into assimilating themselves into American culture.

 Unfortunately soon after they arrived in their adopted new home, Grandpa’s mother died, and his father was forced to give his two younger brothers to an orphanage because he could not take care of them.  Because of the depression, Grandpa had to dropout of high school and work with his two older sisters to help support the family as his father slowly sank into alcoholism and soon succumbed to physical death. 

I note these misfortunes because many say perhaps what they expected in America never visualized itself, and the family only saw hardship and heartache, much more than if they had just remained in Poland.  But hearing these stories in my head, listening to the tone of his voice explaining these events, it was as if a light bulb went off, and at that moment in the rain, the million of tears falling on me, I understood with deep respect why he served this country by enlisting in three wars. 

Only in America could someone find an avenue out of dire circumstances, raise themselves like a phoenix out of the ashes to turn their situation around, making a better home for their children and grandchildren.  Enlisting was Grandpa’s proof that he had faith in the principles and ideas this country was built on, even when faced with so much adversity.  Defending his adopted America was protecting the memory of those before him who sacrificed themselves building a haven from persecution, fighting for the freedom in which to invent a different way of life, rising above bitterness and disappointment to create a unique path in this world. 

Our family has retained Grandpa’s belief in our country with both my brothers serving in the Navy and Marines, and now with my son who is graduating this Friday at Sand Hill, Fort Benning to begin his career in the Army.  Upholding the ideals our founding fathers created when they drafted the Constitution and Bill of Rights, each one  of them was, and is, proud to serve for the American dream.  So today, as the rain fell, did my tears for Grandpa and others like him, who had faith enough in our country to make our home truly the land of the free and the brave. 

Since this was written, my nephew, Christopher Krahn has successfully graduated boot camp and is now in the Air Force.  My daughter Kelsey is planning on doing the same when she graduates high school in May of 2013.