I know Veterans Day is over but I want to commend all who helped with Veterans Day ceremonies throughout the Buffalo Island area. I was privileged to be able to attend four different events and each one filled me with pride for our men and women who served.
I was also proud to see the students from all of our schools, Manila, BIC and Riverside, show such respect and honor for our veterans and our flag.
The recent lack of respect has really bothered me and when I see people protest using our flag or kneeling during our National Anthem. It makes me want to cry. I wish they could find other peaceful ways to protest. I know they have the right but when I see someone burning our flag or not standing for the National Anthem, I worry about the direction we are headed.
I am from the old school and we were taught to respect the red, white and blue. I come from a long line of veterans and still have close relatives serving in the military.
Throughout our son's 23 years of service we visited him and his family at several bases where they were stationed. I can remember being at Langley Air Force Base and I was pulling my then two or three year old granddaughter in a wagon. At a certain time in the evening the National Anthem is played on a loud speaker to be heard throughout the base. We were having a good time coming down the sidewalk in the wagon when the National Anthem started to play. She jumped out of the wagon and stood still with her hand over her heart until it ended. I will always remember that act from a very small child as one of my most precious memories. She will be 13 years old in December and I hope she always has the sense of respect she had that day a decade ago.
Change the subject. I will get off my soap box and go on to Thanksgiving.
We have Thanksgiving this week and it is a special day for all of us to stop, count our blessings and be thankful.
If you can't find something to be thankful for then you are not looking very hard. I know we all have problems and woes but if we were able to get up this morning we received a blessing.
Thanksgiving always brings me happy memories of family days at Grandma's house. When I was young we only lived a couple doors down from my maternal grandparents and usually we were in and out on a daily basis.
When we arrived on Thanksgiving we knew it was not like all of the other visits.
I could smell the turkey and dressing and pumpkin pie as soon as we walked in. I can still see my Grandma in her apron standing in the kitchen. My aunts, uncles and cousins were all there for the day. The table would be filled. The adults gathered around the table and we would get out the TV trays. Their house was not large but we never felt too crowded.
I don't think people have the same feeling for Thanksgiving as we once did. Hopefully, we won't let it go by the wayside as we plan Christmas.
I want to commend the communities and churches who are planning Thanksgiving dinners for the public. It is not fun to cook for just one or two so the community dinners are great for people who do not have family near by or for those who may not have the resources for a big meal.
I have said this many times before but I will remind you again. If you are having a Thanksgiving meal and know of someone who may be alone, invite them. If you know someone who can't get out due to health reasons, take them a plate. It is good for them and it is good for us. We can't worry so much about our own problems if we are looking to help others.
I asked my grandchildren if they wanted anything special made for Thanksgiving and had only two requests - a ton of macaroni salad and honey ham. Naturally, I added ham to the turkey and dressing menu.
I am looking forward to Thanksgiving. Just for the day, let's enjoy our turkey and dressing without worrying about the calories.
Let's be thankful for the food, family, friends, health, and our freedom.
Changing the subject one more time -- I have to say I am thankful for another birthday. I turned 67 on Sunday. I was talking to one of the honorees at a veteran's ceremony at BIC and we decided age is a state of mind. At 20 we thought 67 was really old but at 67 it doesn't seems so old.
As one of my great-nieces said to my mother when she turned 80, “Eighty is not so old, you still have your 90s and 100s to go.”
My last subject -- Black Friday. As I write this, I have not made up my mind if I plan to continue with my Black Friday shopping tradition.
For many years my husband and I go out, fight the crowds, stand in long lines and look for bargains. I keep asking myself if it is all worth it. I think about the television in my living room, my digital pressure cooker I used to cook dinner, my metal trash cans, my small camera I carry in my purse, my laptop, my little handy choppers I use every day, and the electronic gifts for the grandchildren.
More than likely the "bargain bug" will hit me and I will decide to give it one more year.
I actually enjoy the Black Friday adventure. I usually meet very nice people in the long lines. Black Friday is a challenge and hopefully I will be up for my 24 hour shopping marathon one more time.
We'll see. I will let you know next week.