Archive | October 2013

Smile!!

One of my favorite words and favorite things to do SMILE! Thanks for sharing Coach

Good Time Stories

Smiles and happiness are SO good for the heart and soul. It is great medicine for the life of a person. The following thoughts are are fabulous reminders as to why a smile is so important.

A smile costs nothing, but gives much.

It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give.

It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so poor, but that he can be made rich by it.

A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business, and is the countersign of friendship.

It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and it is nature’s best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is of…

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“MARITAL SPIRIT” – Oct 28

Beautifully written devotion and great reminder on how to treat others. I encourage you to read this piece and others that this man has written on his blog River Walk! It’s always a joy to read his words.

A DEVOTED LIFE

“Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since, they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayers may not be hindered.”  1 Peter 3:7

When I accompany my wife on a clothes shopping trip, I have an abundance of time.  I seek out the bench or chair, tucked away in some corner to make husbands feel less self-conscious of their surroundings.  While my wife beats every sales rack for the elusive prey of reasonably fitting jeans, I watch people.

You can learn a lot about a person by watching how they treat people.

Particularly revealing is the interaction of couples.  The shock of high divorce rates will no longer be a surprise once you spend a little time in the mall.  I sit in my little observation corner, watch, and shake my head:

I have seen…

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Brave Soldiers – Doolittle’s Raiders – The Final Toast

I received this in my email earlier this evening and felt I would like to share this story of the bravery of these American Soldiers.  The is the true story from which the movie 30 Minutes Over Tokyo was made.  God bless the bravery of all of our military men and women, both active and  veterans, many of whom are no longer with us, especially from WWII.

 

 

Doolittle’s Raiders – The Final Toast

This is an amazing story and I felt it should be shared with many. The bravery of these men is incredible!

It’s the cup of brandy that no one wants to drink.   On Tuesday, in Fort Walton Beach, Florida, the surviving Doolittle Raiders gathered publicly for the last time.

They once were among the most universally admired and revered men in the United States. There were 80 of the Raiders in April 1942, when they carried out one of the most courageous and heart-stirring military operations in this nation’s history. The mere mention of their unit’s name, in those years, would bring tears to the eyes of grateful Americans.

              

            Now only four survive.

            After Japan’s sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, with the United States reeling and wounded, something dramatic was needed to turn the war effort around.

            Even though there were no friendly airfields close enough to Japan for the United States to launch a retaliation, a daring plan was devised. Sixteen B-25s were modified so that they could take off from the deck of an aircraft carrier. This had never before been tried — sending such big, heavy bombers from a carrier.

          

The 16 five-man crews, under the command of Lt. Col. James Doolittle, who himself flew the lead plane off the USS Hornet, knew that they would not be able to return to the carrier. They would have to hit Japan and then hope to make it to China for a safe landing.

But on the day of the raid, the Japanese military caught wind of the plan. The Raiders were told that they would have to take off from much farther out in the Pacific Ocean than they had counted on. They were told that because of this they would not have enough fuel to make it to safety.

                                              And those men went anyway.

  

            They bombed Tokyo, and then flew as far as they could. Four planes crash-landed; 11 more crews bailed out, and three of the Raiders died. Eight more were captured; three were executed.
            Another died of starvation in a Japanese prison camp. One crew made it to Russia.

             

            The Doolittle Raid sent a message from the United States to its enemies, and to the rest of the world: We will fight. And, no matter what it takes, we will win.

            Of the 80 Raiders, 62 survived the war. They were celebrated as national heroes, models of bravery. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer produced a motion picture based on the raid; “Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo,” starring Spencer Tracy and Van Johnson, was a patriotic and     emotional box-office hit, and the phrase became part of the national lexicon. In the movie-theater previews for the film, MGM proclaimed that it was presenting the story “with supreme pride.”

         
            Beginning in 1946, the surviving Raiders have held a reunion each April, to commemorate the mission. The reunion is in a different city each year. In 1959, the city of Tucson, Arizona, as a gesture of respect and gratitude, presented the Doolittle Raiders

with a set of 80 silver goblets. Each goblet was engraved with the name of a Raider.

         

            Every year, a wooden display case bearing all 80 goblets is transported to the reunion city. Each time a Raider passes away, his goblet is turned upside down in the case at the next reunion, as his old friends bear solemn witness.

            Also in the wooden case is a bottle of 1896 Hennessy Very Special cognac. The year is not happenstance: 1896 was when Jimmy Doolittle was born.

            There has always been a plan: When there are only two surviving Raiders, they would open the bottle, at last drink from it, and toast their comrades who preceded them in death.

            As 2013 began, there were five living Raiders; then, in February, Tom Griffin passed away at age 96.


 

         

            What a man he was. After bailing out of his plane over a mountainous Chinese forest after the Tokyo raid, he became ill with malaria, and almost died. When he recovered, he was sent to Europe to fly more combat missions. He was shot down, captured, and spent 22 months in a German prisoner of war camp.

            The selflessness of these men, the sheer guts … there was a passage in the Cincinnati Enquirer obituary for Mr. Griffin that, on the surface, had nothing to do with the war, but that emblematizes the depth of his sense of duty and devotion:
            “When his wife became ill and needed to go into a nursing home, he visited her every day. He walked from his house to the nursing home, fed his wife and at the end of the day brought home her clothes. At night, he washed and ironed her clothes. Then he walked them up to her room the next morning. He did that for three years until her death in 2005.”

            So now, out of the original 80, only four Raiders remain: Dick Cole (Doolittle’s co-pilot on the Tokyo raid), Robert Hite, Edward Saylor and David Thatcher. All are in their 90s. They have decided that there are too few of them for the public reunions to continue.

            The events in Fort Walton Beach this week will mark the end. It has come full circle; Florida’s nearby Eglin Field was where the Raiders trained in secrecy for the Tokyo mission. The town is planning to do all it can to honor the men: a six-day celebration of their valor, including luncheons, a dinner and a parade.

      

            Do the men ever wonder if those of us for whom they helped save the country have tended to it in a way that is worthy of their sacrifice? They don’t talk about that, at least not around other people. But if you find yourself near Fort Walton Beach this week, and if you should encounter any of the Raiders, you might want to offer them a word of thanks. I can tell you from firsthand observation that they appreciate hearing that they are remembered.

            The men have decided that after this final public reunion they will wait until a later date — some time this year — to get together once more, informally and in absolute privacy. That is when they will open the bottle of brandy. The years are flowing by too swiftly now; they are not going to wait until there are only two of them.

            They will fill the four remaining upturned goblets. And raise them in a toast to those who are gone.

**Please note that since this e-mail commenced to circulate a date and place has now been organized and all 4 intend to be present.  On November 9, 2013 they will meet at the National Museum of the U.S. Air force, located near Dayton, Ohio for the ceremony.


      
Their 70th Anniversary Photo

Ahhhh Vacations

Relax.  Breathe.  Reflect.  Travel.  Visit.  Family.  Sight-seeing.  Fun, Fun, Fun.

All year, we work hard in our homes, our jobs, with all of the things we do in our busy lives.  Finally comes that time we look forward to, dream about, anticipate.  VACATION!!

This year, I was able to spend a week in the beautiful state of Tennessee, visiting my sister and her hubby.  I tell ya, I just did not want to come home at all!  It was beautiful, especially up in the Smoky Mountains!   I could see the mountains from my sister’s home and we took a trip up and over the mountains into North Carolina.  I was in awe of all the beauty that God provides for us.  How can I look at sights so exquisite and not believe there is a God in Heaven who provides for us.   These are just a sampling of what I saw.  Some areas were much more colorful with the autumn leaves.

Psalm 19:1    The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims handwork.  ESV

 

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Elk

A herd of Elk–first time seeing them!

We saw old things at a Harvest Festival held at the Appalachia Museum and heard lots of great Blue Grass music! And of course I couldn’t be in Sevierville without getting a picture of Sevierville’s own Dolly Parton statue.  we went to shows and quilt shops, general stores and other little shops, and even got into the casino in Cherokee NC.   And I even came home sporting a University of TN Volunteers t-shirt!  Go Vols!

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The thing that really struck a chord with me, though, was the warm friendliness of the people in Tennessee and the way they are so quick to honor our military veterans by going out of their way to stop and thank every one they see for their service!  I lost count of the number of people who thanked my brother-in-law for his service in the Marine Corps, even a young 20-something girl who was taking our drink orders but made a point of thanking him before she would take our drink orders.  I was really touched by how they feel and that they are so willing to show their gratitude.

Tennessee, I fell in love with you!   I will be back!  Good Lord willing, it will be on a permanent basis because it is a wonderful place to retire to.

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Go Vols!!!