HOPE AND PEACE

In the wake of all that is going on, between the killing of human beings and an election that is pitting our united people, one against the other. This year promises to be quite a year. One that will or should make the History books, or the Comic books.

I am not a politician, but my government and this county is in trouble. Being born in 1943 I have seen some great men lead this country through some terrible times. I have lived through WWII, Korea, The Bay of Pigs, Viet Nam, The Gulf War and now the war on Terrorism.

I am an American, born right here on American soil. My Grand Parents on both sides came to this country to live free. They may not have been treated with kid gloves, but it didn’t matter. They were willing to work, pay taxes and were proud to become American Citizens. They learned English, studied to take the citizenship test and loved the American Flag. Their Sons enlisted in the Army, Navy, Marines, and Air Force, all serving with honor for America. Some were injured but made it home. They served our country with pride and dignity.

What is happening now makes me sad and scared. I used to feel safe but not any more. I often think, am I the only one who feels this way? It seems that the bottom line is all that matters these days. The following is something our decedents took to heart and I hope we still do.

“The men who do not become Americans and nothing else are hyphenated Americans; and there ought to be no room for them in this country. The man who calls himself an American citizen and who yet shows by his actions that he is primarily the citizen of a foreign land, plays a thoroughly mischievous part in the life of our body politic. He has no place here; and the sooner he returns to the land to which he feels… his real heart-allegiance, the better it will be for every good American.”
Theodore Roosevelt
Address to the Knights of Columbus
New York City- October 12th, 1915

Our government is suppose to be BY the people and For the people. I think some have lost sight of this.

This is America, my America, and your America. Do not let the politicians talk you into a false sense of security. Let us make sure they are honest and hold them to the task.

I HOPE we can accomplish this, and then and only then we will have PEACE.

GOD BLESS AMERICA, LAND OF THE FREE.

 

 

MY SHORT STORY

This book has over 50 short stories. I am honored to have my story “Getting Old” included along with all the wonderful offerings from talented authors. The book was compiled by C.A. Simonson. I am humbled to be among the chosen authors. It can be purchased at amazon.com. I thoroughly enjoyed reading every story. Each story takes less than 2 to 3 minutes and all are excellent. The book was well put together with much care. Happy reading, and thank you.A quick Read

THE FUTURE

It has been some time since I have posted on this blog. Time slips by so quickly, and the older you get the quicker it goes.

The past months have been filled with tasks, travel, sadness, happiness, and laughter. On the bright side I had the opportunity to visit with my son Kevin and his family. He and his wife have gifted us with two wonderful boys. I feel like they were just born and now Kevin Jr. is turning 13, and Chris will be 11 this year. Time and the future are bearing down on me faster than I would like.  I also have two beautiful granddaughters that live here in Florida and I get to see them on a daily basis. They all bring joy to my heart, a reward for my efforts to leave my mark in this world.

At my age (72) the future is not a place I will be able to experience. I have already experienced my future, so I now peruse the past. Yes, it seems that the past is where I belong. It is a comfortable place for me to visit. I think most people when we hit a certain age tend to travel back because we know we can not step over that thresh hold called the future. We, or at least I know that my future is relatively short and so the past is where I am comfortable. The most I can hope for is that I have touched someone and made a difference in their life.  I also hope that I will be remembered by the future generations of our families. However it seems to me that the younger generation views the past differently than my generation. I don’t think they hold it with as much reverence. I could be wrong about this, I hope I am.

When I think about the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and so on, I have lived quite a life. Lived through and can bear witness to too many wars, but also witnessed the first man to travel into outer space, and the first man to walk on the moon. I have lived among some courageous men and women. I enjoyed terrific entertainers like Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis, George Burns and Gracie Allen and of course Lucy and Desi  and many others. I was a part of the original “ROCK AND ROLL,” generation!  The pace was slower then and people were more friendly. We actually lived in neighborhoods where every one knew you and your family. We lived close to our cousin’s, aunt’s and uncles. We did not have a TV until I was eight years old, there was one clock in our house and the telephone belonged to our parents. We played games like stick ball, potsy (some call it hop scotch), jump rope, box ball, stoop ball and a host of other games. We held puppet shows and made forts, we slid down dirt hills on cardboard and roller skated on skates with metal wheels. The girls had paper dolls and the boys saved baseball cards. We collected bottle caps to put in the spokes of our bicycle’s. Yes folks I do visit the past quite often. There is much to share with the younger generation and we are all willing, but the question is do they want to know about it? I don’t think they do. Time is speeding by so fast they don’t seem interested. They can look it up on their phone or I pad. The part they won’t get to see is the look in our eyes as we take you all on a wonderful trip back to the future.