Memorial Day

It will soon be Memorial Day.  Somehow every year we drift away from what the day is about and see it as another day off or the official beginning of the summer season.  Another flurry of sale papers inserted into our newspaper and more commercials advertising how to save money.  The history of Memorial Day dates back to the Civil War.  It was first called “Decoration Day” and if you have family members the age of mine, many of them still refer to the day as that. 

A lasting memory of my childhood was watching a Memorial Day parade and seeing my grandmother riding in a convertible with other Blue and Gold Star Mothers.  I was about 8 or 9 and I will always remember my mother telling me about why there were two colors.  My daddy came home from the war so Grandma is a Blue Star Mother.  The Gold Star Mothers had sons who died in the war.  I think it was the first time I really thought about what war was really about.  I had seen death before.  Coming from an era when open casket funerals were the norm, I had seen many old people in their caskets, but this was something else altogether.

Today our country is again at war. As more and more of our soldiers are put in harm’s way, more and more Blue and Gold Star mothers are being created.  I grieve that I know someone who was killed in Afghanistan.   Who will become our next commander-in-chief?  How many more soldiers will die in this war?  Why haven’t the candidates adressed this more?

In honor of my father and father-in-law who served in the Navy during World War II…hear the Naval Academy Band playing one of the most beautiful hymns ever composed. 

 

“The Navy Hymn: Eternal Father, Strong to Save” by the USNA Band

 Words by Rev. William Whiting.
Music by Rev. John B. Dykes

 

 

 

Verse 1
Eternal Father strong to save
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave
Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

Verse 2
O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word
Who walked’st on the foaming deep
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

Verse 3
Most Holy Spirit Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude
And bid its angry tumult cease
And give for wild confusion peace
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea!

Verse 4
O Trinity of love and power
Our brethren shield in danger’s hour
From rock and tempest, fire and foe
Protect them wheresoe’er they go
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea

Ah Spring, Ah Artichokes

Well, it may choke Artie, but it ain’t gonna choke me!”  (Stymie, one of the “Our Gang” kids)

Nothing says Spring in the farm fields near the Red Door than the beautiful globe artichokes (Cynara Scolymus) just waited to be stuffed or made into filling for ravioli.  Yum!  Here are two recipes from Allrecipes.com for your artichoke eating pleasure.  The first reminds me of how my Italian father used to prepare artichokes, the second is a wonderful “lite” Alfredo sauce which is great over Trader Joe’s fresh artichoke ravioli.

Stuffed Artichokes                     Quick and Easy Alfredo Sauce

And then there’s the wine.   Definitely a pinot grigio.  Light, cool and crisp.  Castoro Cellars or Meridian both make wonderful ones.

Bagpipes at the Ballgame

Here’s my nephew playing one of the drums in a Scottish band.  He’s the one doing the fancy stick work.  Glad those music lessons paid off.

Songs of Spring

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The poppies are blooming on the Central Coast.  I found these in a vacant lot across the street from my mechanic.  You can find beauty everywhere you look.  I’m going to have to go for a drive this week and find some more.  They revive my spirit.

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Popular Music

Irish Songs

heart.jpg For the great Gaels of Ireland
Are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad. –G. K. Chesterton

 

In honor of my Irish great grandmother and in preparation for my long awaited trip to Ireland this summer, here are my favorite Irish songs.  Links are to Youtube performances.  Some are sad, some are rowdy, and some just beautiful. 

 

Caught in the corner

How to use the corners in small space living?  Bookcases!  The hardest part of downsizing to a little beach house is where to put the books and all of the lovely treasures one collects over the years.  Using the corners is great way to find more room for these old friends.  Here are some from my file.

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Where to hang the TV?

Where to put the flat panel tv in a small master bedroom?  I figured the hotel and RV industries would have ideas so here are some pictures from my file.

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Expressions of Love

45908_l_decorative.jpgCollecting quotations has been a hobby of mine since high school.  The advent of the internet search has made this a little less satisfying since it is so easy to find quotations rather than the stumbling upon them as was the case “PG” (pre-Google).  That being said, here are some of my favorite expressions of love.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  (I Corinthians 13) 

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.
Leave the fingers open and it stays.
Clutch it, and it darts away.
(Parker)

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.  (Shakespeare)

Love is trembling happiness. (Gibran)

 The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart. (Keller)

Darkness cannot drive out darkness;  only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. (King)

First lines of English Poems

The concluding post of the January beginnings includes the first lines of favorite poems from the British Isles.   Again a thanks to my high school English teachers, especially the wonder that was Norma Jordan, a woman who like Eleanor Rigby, kept her face in a jar by the door.  Never have I seen someone wear such heavy makeup, but what a teacher. 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
William Wordsworth

Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
William Blake

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Percy Bysshe Shelley

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.
Rupert Brooke

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
William Shakespeare

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree
Samuel Coleridge

April is the cruellest month
T.S. Eliot

The sea is calm tonight.
Matthew Arnold

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold
Robert w. Service

Beach Decor Redux

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