Archive for November, 2014

Remembering veterans everywhere

November 11, 2014

i would hope that each and everyone take a moment today to remember all who have served and who now serve in the armed forces for their sacrifice, some greater than others with their lives.

This comes on a personal memory for me with the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall. It was a dark October night in 1961 when my outfit the 24th Infantry Battle group stationed in Munich Germany was put on alert, we always had them and thought nothing of it until we got to our alert waiting area, waited a bit then drove to somewhere in germany and were issued live ammunition. Whoa this didn’t normally happen, it never happened before. We learned of a crisis as we waited across some field to act as a speed bump against a better equipped  Russian army with our ww 2 weapons. I wonder where my buddies from my recon platoon are now, 12 guys and four jeeps, lots of laughs and tears as people got hurt but we survived.

I was discharged from my unit shortly afterwards when things calmed down and returned to New Jersey. East Germany built the wall and we learned to live with it. Disturbing pictures on the news of people trying to escape being gunned down occasionally flashed on our news screens but nothing really changed in my life as i grew and lived building a career.

I was amazed at my emotions on November 9,1989 seeing picture of the wall being pulled down on television as pictures flashed across the television screen and my personal screen remembered that unnamed German field.

Now here it is 25 years later and the German people are celebrating and remembering the walls fall.

War kills and injures so many innocent people along with soldiers. I wonder why we do this? Is killing mankind’s fate, must we kill everything? Sometimes we defend our way of life other times we take away others. It’s so cruel.

the songs that always get to me, every time are Taps and  Saving Grace even though i don’t believe in a god they sing about I think we all could use a little grace in our lives.

A'Kavehe'onahe, limber bones

A’Kavehe’onahe, limber bones

7th Cavalry soldier grave marker.

7th Cavalry soldier grave marker.

Ernst Hass 2008 Poppies

Ernst Hass 2008 Poppies

Flanders Field poppies

Flanders Field poppies

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

This was the poem written by World War I Colonel John McCrae, a surgeon with Canada’s First Brigade Artillery. It expressed McCrae’s grief over the “row on row” of graves of soldiers who had died on Flanders’ battlefields, located in a region of western Belgium and northern France. The poem presented a striking image of the bright red flowers blooming among the rows of white crosses and became a rallying cry to all who fought in the First World War. The first printed version of it reportedly was in December 1915, in the British magazine Punch.

McCrae’s poem had a huge impact on two women, Anna E. Guerin of France and Georgia native Moina Michael. Both worked hard to initiate the sale of artificial poppies to help orphans and others left destitute by the war. By 1920, when Guerin, with the help of the American Legion, established the first poppy sale in the U.S., the flower was well known in the allied countries — America, Britain, France, Canada, Australia and New Zealand — as the “Flower of Remembrance.” Proceeds from that first sale went to the American and French Children’s League.

Guerin had troubles with the distribution of the poppies in early 1922 and sought out Michael for help. Michael had started a smaller-scaled Poppy Day during a YMCA conference she was attending in New York and wanted to use the poppies as a symbol of remembrance of the war. Guerin, called the “Poppy Lady of France” in her homeland, and Michael, later dubbed “The Poppy Princess” by the Georgia legislature, went to the Veterans of Foreign Wars (VFW) for help.

The poppy was adopted as the official memorial flower of the VFW at its national convention in Seattle, Wash., in August 1922, following the first nationwide distribution of poppies ever conducted by any veterans organization.

In 1923, faced by a shortage of poppies from French manufacturers, the VFW relied on New York florists to make up the difference. This was a huge setback, however, and led to the idea by VFW officials to use unemployed and disabled veterans to produce the artificial flower. This concept was approved in late 1923 and the first poppy factory was built in Pittsburgh, Pa., in 1924. This provided a practical means of assistance to veterans and also ensured a steady, reliable source of poppies. Veterans at Department of Veterans Affairs medical facilities and veterans homes help assemble the poppies, and each year the VFW distributes roughly 14 million worldwide.

It was around the same time the first poppy factory was built that the VFW registered the name “Buddy Poppy” with the U.S. Patent Office. The term “Buddy” was coined by the poppy makers as a tribute to their comrades who did not come home from the war or who were scarred and crippled for life.

The VFW celebrated the 75th anniversary of the Buddy Poppy as its official flower in 1997. While profits from its sales have helped countless veterans and their widows, widowers and orphans over the years, the poppy itself survives as a perpetual tribute to those who have given their lives for the nation’s freedom.

america……… Rt 66

November 6, 2014

as we leave  ft.smith in our rear view mirror heading west muskogee ok rises in our windshield and the big 5 Civilized tribes of the Cherokee and their annual labor day pow wow excitement rose. we had heard that 60,000 people attend this event. woo who some real photo ops. it was an easy trip only a few hours drive. it always amazes me how the land changes from state to state.

muskogee isn’t much even though the merle haggard song ‘okie from muskogee‘ has been around for years it hasn’t made the town any bigger or brighter. but what we ran into was a scheduling conflict with the dance. the only daytime dance performed was the Gourd dance. i had a chance to talk with the dancers before hand and found it interesting, it’s a sacred warrior dance danced by veterans or their relatives. one fellow was dancing for his grandfather.

 

gourd dancer

gourd dancer

another dancer

another dancer

full regalia

full regalia

while it seems a private dance not danced for themselves but for others who have gone before them it’s not very demonstrative or pictorial, but nice to see.

girl with her doll

girl with her doll

mary was taking photos along with us, corey and i, and was asked if she was an official photographer because this is a sacred dance. we had asked the officials but they didn’t have an objections to us taking photos and everybody else was snapping away with their pads and phones so she sat down and stopped. too bad because she has a good eye. oh well

cherokee dancers

that evening we didn’t go back to the dancing because we were disappointed with the vendors, more like a garage sale than native crafts. ugh looking at the map we decided to explore Rt 66.

RT 66 Historic marker

RT 66 Historic marker

getting there from muskogee isn’t a direct drive but we hooked up at POPS it’s really lit up at night see link.

Pops rt 66

Pops Rt 66

Seatz soda

Seatz soda

Pops soda

Pops soda

miles of soda

miles of soda

we bought a few bottles of soda and drove on to have a roadside sandwiches. We were just outside Arcadia ok so we ventured on. our  next stop the round barn was cute, we bought some refrigerator magnets. mary had done some research so we had ideas and printouts of what to look for, isn’t the internet great? but there were things to discover along the way. old gas station ruins

gas station ruins

gas station ruins

and the first Philips 66 gas station being restored

Restored Phillips gas station

Restored Phillips gas station

Saint Cloud hotel not being restored.

St. Cloud Hotel

St. Cloud Hotel

but another motel along the way we could have stayed at the Lincoln Motel as there are a fews active motels along Rt 66.

Lincoln Motel

Lincoln Motel

Lincoln motel bungalows

Lincoln motel bungalows

so much to see just driving along with some guidance

Heartland

Heartland cars

Standard oil sign

Standard oil sign

but what’s a highway without it’s people?  We pulled into a closed gated driveway that was John Hargrove’s museum and workshop

Buried pink Volkswagen, john hargrove

Buried pink Volkswagen, John Hargrove

here he is in his workshop rebuilding this old ford truck

John Hargrove, Rt 66

John Hargrove, Rt 66

Tim man and gas pump, Rt 66 , John Hargrove

Tim man and gas pump, Rt 66 , John Hargrove

here is a three wheeler car that john made from scratch,

Hargrove three wheeled car

Hargrove three wheeled car

hargrove three wheeled car

hargrove three wheeled car

he and i talked about cars his life while mary wandered around the place discovering. hunger pains were setting in so time to find something to eat. moving down Rt 66 we came across

Lucilles restaurant

Lucilles restaurant

this is the old one fixed up by a new owner but right down the road is a new one

New Lucille's interior

New Lucille’s interior

lunch was ok then we hit the road west following the sun. next attraction was Britten leaning water tower

Britten leaning water tower

Britten leaning water tower

hey didn’t we come to Cadillac ranch yet? funny you should ask, here we are

Cadillac Ranch

Cadillac Ranch

heading west we had to make a U turn as cadillac is on the south side of Rt 40 heading east at exit 66 off Rt 40 east. mary entering the gate

cadillac ranch

cadillac ranch

 

Mary at Cadillac ranch

Mary at Cadillac ranch

i am here behind the camera, you can’t see me now but if you look closely maybe my shadow will appear.

car detail

car detail

 

car detail

car detail

portrait

portrait

spray can trash

spray can trash

because of these spray cans there, the cars are forever changing colors and messages as layer upon layers are sprayed across their surfaces. it’s an evolving sculpture, now if only texas politics evolved forward instead of backwards the world might  be a better place to live in. texas would.

some fun

some fun

all this traveling has made me hungry and a bit tired, this has been a full day even writing this post has taken awhile. so see you when ever

jene