Wednesday, June 22, 2011


ABROAD in the breeze waves our starry flag,
Beneath its folds toil we.
While other nations their harvests reap,
And some are at play, and some asleep,
We are writing our history.
We write—not one to labor alone,
But thousands hold the pen.
Delicate youth and hoary age
Leave a record upon the page,
Fair women and stalwart men.
What does our history speak about,
What story does it tell?
It tells of struggles, of hopes, and fears,
Of heavy losses, and bitter tears
(The world knows the lesson well!);
Of gallant deeds to make one thrill,
And perils by land and sea;
Of children leaving their mother's side
To strike one blow, in their childish pride,
For the country of the free.
Oh! scornful world, watching without,
"Stricken of God!" ye say?
Nay, through the cloud as our fathers trod,
We are marching onward to meet our God,
His promise our only stay.
What though the sword from its scabbard leap,
And cannon the echoes wake!
Though thousands are falling beside us— Still
We follow boldly, for 'tis His will
That we suffer for Freedom's sake!
O not one star from our flag shall fade!
There our Father bade them be,
And said if we kept them free from stain
They should form forever a golden chain
To bind us to Liberty.
And so, though foreign foes would beguile,
And traitorous voices call;
Though armed hosts meet us at every turn,
On bonded knees an oath we have sworn,
That our banner shall never fall!
There is hardly a house where every chair
Is filled as it might have been,
Were there no blank sheets in our history,
To be filled ere another year we see—
And faster travels the pen.
It matters not, O doubting world!
That our labor be hard or long,
For never by man was a good work wrought
But angels first with the devil fought,
Yet Right will conquer Wrong.
Float on in the breeze, thou flag of hope!
Bravely beneath toil we!
While other nations their harvests reap,
With glorious deeds for memory's keep,
We are writing our history, 

Tombstone Wednesday.... hmmmmmnnnm

Monday, June 20, 2011

Yesterday was Father's Day.... 2011

It started when I spoke of Baptist Hospital... the tenth floor where daddy died 6-14-1997 while driving to church Father's Day morning... the whole day of his dying moving across my mind's eye.    I had mentioned Tiger not having his dad at the US Open... Life changes.   I had seen just enough of the movie RAY..... wherein Ray Charles sat on a bus and relived the incident wherein his brother drowned in a tub..... I saw the trees with bottles hanging and reflecting the sunlight.... an old mother....The Lord done took him home, chile...  

This is a photo of the Chickasha headstone.... no name had yet been engraved as deceased....

Well next... I felt like everybody was rude... and in their own world.   Pastor sung alongside his son -- so proud.  The speaker introduced his son -- so proud.   Patrick was a new - good father.   Then my blood sugar dropped - just a minor variation.  And boy... I had to get out of church... tried to get my debit card to go eat... forgot the car key.   Peggi Kennedy offered to help, gave me cracker.... I shed tears.  I managed to close out church... feeling awfully lonely.  Lawrence was running around for a full 40 minutes helping EVERBODY else.... and boy did I feel alone...sitting in the car.   

So I cried some more.   

It's only today...that it dawns on me that it was a NO-Father's Day moment for me.
This really beautiful man.... his picture hangs in my sewing room.... A place that I did not go to last night...  There's really nothing else to say.   for today...

Week 25 out of 52 week via 2011... WOW !

Week #25 – Neighbors????? Who were your childhood neighbors? Have you kept in touch with any of them? Do you feel the concept of “neighbors” has changed since then? This challenge runs from Saturday, June 18, 2011 through Friday, June 24, 2011. 

Monday, June 13, 2011

Week 24. Croaker Sack Clothing

Clothing...... What types of clothes did you wear as a child?     As I see this word and its' various explanations... I know that as children in rural areas of Oklahoma... our clothing was sometimes make out of this course, itchy, rough burlap bag fabric !!!

croa·ker  (krōkər)  sack  clothing  (gunnysack)                                             DEFINITION:     a bag made of burlap or similar material ... A course fabrice

Used in areas of the American South - as of 2009 - ranging from South Carolina, through Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and at least northern Louisiana. Indeed, the sack doubtless referred to the burlap bag used to carry the fish, but no one questioned now remembers that particular use. Today it's the word traditionally used, at least in the areas mentioned, to mean "burlap bag" and is used to carry whatever articles that are at hand.                                         

What was “in fashion” and did your style compare?

What was “in fashion” and did your style compare? 
This challenge runs from Saturday, June 11, 2011 

Week 23 -- Books... E-books... Book Nook and so on...

Week 23. Books. What was your favorite book, or who was your favorite author from your childhood? What do you like to read now? Books or other formats? This challenge runs from Saturday, June 4, 2011 through Friday, June 10, 2011

Henry Huggins

Illustrated by Louis Darling     Fiction   (Series)      Ages 8 to 10          HarperCollins, 1990, 0380709120

Week 22 -- Secrets Untold....

Week 22. Secrets. Describe something about yourself that won’t be found on any record 100 years from now. This challenge runs from Saturday, May 28, 2011 through Friday, June 3, 2011.

What Week is it.....???? Catch up time!

52 Week challenge 2011