Winsome Wednesday

Tonight was a regular food night at our VFW, Post 2503. We sit with a table of friends every week of the year. It is fun every week, just commenting on various topics with people you see every week.

It struck me as almost sad that next week we won’t be here with our friends, and it will be January 8, 2020 until we are all together again. In the past couple of years, we have lost so many of our people in the past couple of years, it makes me really consider how fragile life is. From one week to the next, you just never know. From a shipmate to my uncle and his brother on the USS ESSEX in the Korean War to a man who was a cousin to someone I went to school with all my life, to the kindest gentleman I ever met who was the representative for Poppies for the Post. Another man was so generous with his stash of things from Harbor Freight, he was always sharing tape measures, flashlights, scissors, and other things he collected. They all have gone on to their eternal rewards. We miss them and remember them with love. I hope we don’t lose too many more too soon. It’s tough enough with these wonderful folks being gone, but to lose more of them would be difficult.

The tree in the Canteen at VFW Post 2503.

Whatever is ahead of any of us in the next year or even two weeks, we will go through it together. Friends we haven’t even met yet will help us make it through difficulties in our futures. God has put people in our paths for us to partner with through difficulties that we cannot even imagine. We are all here to help each other in any way we can.

This approaching Christmas, let’s be mindful of our neighbors and friends, let’s check in with each other just to be sure all is ok.

Keeping our neighbors and friends close to us is a great way to know our neighbors and that all is well in our surrounding areas. We are better for caring about others. Our lives are richer for caring for others.

Thank you for reading today. I’ll be here tomorrow, and hope you are, too.

Wednesday Blessings

Pretty quiet today. Some days you have to do necessary things to keep your home running well. We did a few errands and this afternoon, it’s sort of a regroup and planning the rest of the week. We have a cookie exchange Sunday and that means one day will be cookie baking day. The dogs will love it. And so will the Babe.

I have started to read a series by fellow Nebraska Writers Guild member Bonnie Lacy. She also wrote a Rage Rising: My Walk Through the Dark Tunnel of Anger, which I just finished. It was a remarkable story. I can understand how anger can bubble up from within a person, especially when a number of terrible things happen one after another. You may find her at the website: http://www.bonnielacy.com. You can find her books, read about her, and correspond with her if you wish. Her second book I’m reading is called “Released, The Great Escapes Series.” It already feels like a book I want to spend time reading and finish soon. That is how I want to write. I want to tell compelling stories. I want to tell stories that make you want to spend the time with on a free afternoon.

I’m just about finished with the Christmas tree. I was going to add a lot more ornaments but decided it had enough. I don’t want to overload it. The ornaments I didn’t put up are a collection of official White House ornaments from 1999 until now. I am collecting them for our grandson Joell. I thought he might like them to remember the time his dad worked in Washington, DC. Those ornaments are pretty cool. This year, it’s a replica of the helicopter used to transport President Eisenhower, the first president to use the helicopter. Last year, it was Truman’s White House.

Official 2018 and 2019 White House Ornaments

I have enjoyed buying these each year, and reading about the history behind the ornament and which President it honors. They are about $25, and well worth it. They are from the White House Historical Society.

Some Favorites for the Memories they Evoke

As kids, my brother and I walked to an area the fire department would flood every winter in a local park for ice skating. There is now a city swimming pool where the site was. We walked quite a way to get there, then put on our skates, and skated around until we were too tired and too cold, and then put our frozen boots back on, and trudged up the hill to our house. It was the best. Mom gave us hot chocolate and cookies. No one else was around, it was like having our own private rink. Sometimes on weekends, we would go to the local horse racing track/hockey rink and skate inside. That was always crowded and peoples skills ranged all the way from beginner to very good. I was learning how to turn and skate backwards. We became quite good. When he left home and went away to school for his freshman and half of his sophomore years, then I went there alone, rarely a girlfriend came along.

Eventually, I believe the rink closed, and they no longer flooded the park area. It was always a fun thing to do and great exercise. When I see ice skates, I think of skating as a kid. Great memory. I even have a figure skate with greenery and glitter instead of a Christmas wreath on the front door.

Looking to get some reading in before we leave to pick up our granddaughter Addison from school. Then off to meet friends for beverages and dinner at the VFW. Wednesdays are fun. Thank you for reading today, I’ll be here tomorrow, I hope you are, too.