Pulling Dad's letters from an old tin, I feel his loneliness as I read his letters home.
(FYI, Jo was my mom)
Jan. 18, 1946
Dear Mom and Dad,
"Just a few lines to let you know I am well..."
"I have been transferred again, this time on a ship..."
"Have you seen Jo lately?"
July 15, 1948
"I got paid yesterday. Boy I sure did need it. I got forty four dollars....."
Tokyo: Sept. 30
Dear Mom and Dad,
"Just a few lines to let you know I am well and hope you all are the same.."
"How's the garden getting along this year?"
"I got a letter from Jo the other day...."
"Don't forget to send me some pictures..."
Monday, Aug. 13
"We sure have been having good news lately about the war. It looks to me like it's almost over..."
"I haven't gotten any mail from you in about a month. I guess I'll get it all at once..."
"I don't want to miss this chance to get home for Christmas..."
"Have you seen Jo lately? I wrote to her tonight. Tell her to answer and let me know if she gets it..."
"Well this makes almost 2 1/2 years I have been in the Navy. It don't seem that long. I am getting to like it better than I did before. I get to see a lot of places and things.."
Dad, the handsome sailor on the left.
Love, Bob EM 3R
Dad died when he was just 53 years of age, leaving with me many memories and a heartfelt gratitude to God for an earthly father who was quiet, loving, generous, compassionate, hard-working, and honest.
I was blessed with two brothers who also served in the military, Jimmy, Marines and Larry, Navy.
God bless those who serve... who give of themselves... to keep our country a safer place.
I'd just been out to pee for the morning, and back inside when Mom and Dad started running around the house like mad-peeps. Something was happening outside! I wanted to go out but they wouldn't let me. Mom said I dodged a bullet. She said I was one lucky dog! She said I had an angel watching over me and that if I would have stayed outside one more minute that I would be history. I'm not sure what all that means but I don't want to be history. I want to be Gracie. Gracie.
Summer sped by so quickly, I barely saw it coming or going. Autumn is in full swing here, though the temps have been very summer-like. Tomorrow is supposed to cool, thankfully!
Some summer highlights:
Our little Jasper-Pie learned to ride a bike!
Rissi now wears glasses. Sometimes. Not always. But doesn't she look beautiful?
Summer, who has been taking karate classes for the last couple of years, was one of two lucky "Little Dragon's" who had their name chosen to attend a seminar by Bill "Superfoot" Wallace. Don't know who that is? I didn't either.
Here's some "Superfoot" trivia: GO HERE to read about his life as Elvis Presley's bodyguard and personal trainer! He had many accomplishments including A Force of One with Chuck Norris. GO HERE if you are interested in finding out more.
The opportunity to attend was awesome. Summer's face says it all.
Jake is killing it on the soccer field! The boy has the moves and he sure can run!
Meanwhile, in NJ these two cuties (Grey and Si) bless us through FaceTime video and pictures.
It's been a good summer for us, and reflecting on it brings a smile.
Dear Diary, Not such a great summer for myself, tho things are looking up now. I hurt my knee pre-summer. Yea. Bummers-ville. Six weeks later, we worked it through and I was good as new, jumping and running and well... you get the picture. Dad and Mom went on vacation and I stayed and took care of my aunt Angie. Yea. It was great tho. She spoiled me just a little. Well. Okay, a lot. Upon Mom and Dad's return, I was pretty excited, So - I said to Dad, let's play! And we did. And I hurt my knee again. I've never quite come back from that and I walk with a limp a lot. I was jumping for a while but now I find it easier to just let Mom and Dad pick me up for bed or to put me on the couch. Oh, and another thing. I can't walk like I used to. I get tired. It's depressing, this getting old thing. Yea. I turned 15 last month. Mom and Dad surprised me with my own wheels so we will see how that all goes. So far, so good... but we haven't left the house yet. Keep your nose a smellin' the great smells of fall y'all and I'll keep ya informed as to how my new ride pans out. Bye for now. Gracie.
Gracie had a nice birthday. A neighborhood walk was in order (she can only do half-a-mile now but tries to convince us to do the full mile). Even with the half-walk, she could hardly carry herself to the bedroom later that night.
Fall is in the air and my girl Gracie and I are loving it!
There's so much beauty to behold this time of year, and the temperatures are so much more tolerable.
Gracie got a small ice cream treat after her walk and we chilled on the front patio for a while so she could enjoy the side of the house with traffic and activity that she doesn't usually get in the back. She was delighted!
She was done by days end and I almost had to carry her into bed!
But according to her, it was worth it!
I am still not able to comment on most blogs and I have tried everything! It's so frustrating. I spent hours the other day commenting on different blogs, thinking I had it fixed but - nope - no fix. I am not on my laptop much, but I think I can comment if I am on there. So if you don't hear from me, it's not for lack of trying.. Have a great rest of the week and weekend!!
When I got here, Mom laid down the rules. No jumping on the furniture, and especially not the bed. I'll admit, I played her like a fiddle and before ya knew it I was sleeping in the middle between her and dad.
I was a Christmas present for Mom. I've never heard anyone complain so much about a gift before in all my life. It poops on the floor, she said. It wakes me in the middle of the night, she said. It pees on the rug, she said. The list went on and on.
I had to keep sharp on my charming ways because some of my lesser,
more disgusting habits were getting in the way of my peace there.
So when she insisted on ridiculous photo shoots, I concurred.
I grew out of my bad habits and Mom and Dad couldn't have loved me more! They actually made me CEO of the house/family and that is where I stand today.
And it's a good thing... cause I count on them to lift me onto the furniture, and into bed at night. I love my Mom and Dad and I'm pretty sure they love me too.