Thursday, June 28, 2012

My Life in June

Here is a list of reasons why I might have been too busy to write a new post for the past few weeks:
   I co-hosted a surprise 60th birthday party, visited my sister and her family, watched Prince Caspian with my friend Hanna, celebrated my twenty something birthday, attended the Berean Bible Fellowship conference for a week,  played special music, met new people, donated blood to the Mosquito Foundation, ate ice cream with a group of singles around 10:15 p.m., sang in the choir, attended mom's cousin's husband's funeral viewing,  prayed for rain, fixed food for the elderly at the nursing home, watched MASH while trying to get over a nasty cold, slept for twelve hours (I was sick), and said good bye to my blind cow Helen that I raised from a calf. 

And now for pictures:
Janel's new kitchen
Carol (birthday girl) and I cutting a birthday cake that had a balloon in the middle.
(I knew there was a balloon inside.)
:)
New friends
Special music with new friends Terry and Jennifer

Helen and me in 2006
Helen and new born Polly 2010
A Daddy and his daughters (and granddaughter)
Verse of the week:
"After Job had prayed for his friends, the LORD made him prosperous again and gave him twice as much as he had before."
Job 42: 10

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Remembering

I had to work all of Memorial Day weekend, therefore I did not get to attend any of the local ceremony's at the cemeteries.  And because we don't have a TV that works (only for DVD's and VHS use) I couldn't even watch the Memorial Day Concert on PBS.
Mom, dad and I went to cemetery over the weekend and walked around.  I stood there and looked at all the flags, standing watch by the tombstones of those who stood for my freedom and liberty by serving this country. There were so many flags.  And to think that this was just one cemetery of thousands . . . "How many people does it take to protect a country?" I asked dad.

I read this article at work on Monday.  The picture of 19 year old Army Pfc. Kevin is what grabbed my attention.  He's only 19 years old and has lost both legs and an arm.  He looks so young.


What does his life hold for him?  He most likely will have a very challenging time getting a job, because of his disability. Why should employers not give him the job when he voluntarily offered his life, for that employer's freedom?!

US military in action 2010
2010
I attended a Civil War reenactment with my unit two weekends ago.  I had been looking forward to it, but when I got there, I didn't enjoy it like I thought I would.  The men went out and shot at each other; the cannons went off, the crowd cheered at seeing the smoke rings from the cannons. I sat there watching the battle, wondering if this was how the towns people felt when they left to watch the first battle of Bull Run.

I could not help but sit there and wonder how we had come so far from what our real reaction would be to see men fighting and dying.  Why do we think of re-living a horrible war as 'fun'?  Back then, you would cringe to hear a cannon go off, because the dirt around you would be descending on you as your messmate friend is blown off his feet, never to walk again due to one or both of his legs being blown off, or worse.
"Would the real men from the Civil War be pleased to know we are honoring them by pretending to kill each other?"  I wondered.  I thought about that all weekend and came away with an answer:  No.  I don't think they would be pleased to be honored in this way.  Yes, they would be glad that we are not forgetting them. But there has to be a different way to remember them than re-living such horrible battle scenes.  We re-live the battles, but we (reenactors) don't take the battles seriously.  Yes, the commanders take things seriously, but not all the soldiers do.  When someone takes a hit, their fellow soldiers stand over them in the ranks and laugh at how 'pretty' he looks, laying there in the grass.  (I use to portray Sarah E. Edmonds who disguised
herself as Franklin Thompson and was a soldier, nurse and spy.  That's how I know a little bit of what takes place when seeing 'the elephant'. )

Conner Prairie 2012
This Memorial Day has stirred me into wanting to honor our fallen soldiers.  But honestly, I'm not sure how to go about doing it.  Mom suggested I check into the Daughters of Union Veterans, due to my diminishing passion to see Civil War reenactment battles.  Don't get me wrong - I will be the first to admit how much I love to see the brothers in arms stand and face each other, sending volley after volley of black powder into the air! (Although there are times when I mentally tell them to dress the line, or start taking hits, or advice the ice angels to start giving aid to the men.)

Conner Prairie 2012
But after this Memorial Day, I have changed.  I no longer care to honor our fallen military personnel in the way that I have.
I have not yet thought of how to honor the military people who gave so much . . . but I will think of something. Even if it means personally visiting as many cemeteries as I can. 
Morgan's Raid bridge, Conner Prairie 2012