Perspectives

Memorial Day

Dear Fellow Crafters,

Below is a reprint from a post I wrote awhile ago about this day on my other blog.

~Sallie

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Dear Fellow Journalers,

I found this true story recently and thought I would share.

~Sallie

In September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a History teacher at Valley Heights High School in Port Rowan, did something not to be forgotten.
On the first day of school, with the permission of the school Superintendent, the Principal and the Building Supervisor, she removed all the desks in her classroom.
When the First Period kids entered the room, they discovered that there were no desks.
 
“Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?”

She  replied:  “You can’t have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.”
They  thought:  “Well, maybe it’s our Grades.”  “No.” she  said.
“Maybe it’s our behavior.”   She told them:   “No, it’s not even your behavior.”
And so,  they came and went ~~~ the First Period, Second Period, Third Period.
Still no desks in the classroom.   Kids called their parents to tell them what was happening and by early afternoon, television crews had started gathering at the
school to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her
room. The final Period of the day came and the puzzled students found seats
on the floor of the desk-less classroom.

Martha Cothren said:   “Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom.  Now I am going to tell you.”
At this  point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it. Twenty-seven  (27) Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk.

The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place, those kids started to understand – perhaps for the first time in their lives – just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned.

Martha  said:   “You didn’t earn the right to sit at these desks.  These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. They went halfway around the world, giving up their education and interrupting their careers and families so
you could have the freedom you have. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens.
They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.   Don’t ever forget it.”
By the way, this is a true story, and this teacher was awarded Veterans of  Foreign Wars Teacher of the Year in 2006. She is the daughter of a WWII POW.
Let us always remember the Men and Women
of our
  Military and the rights they have won for us.

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Perspectives

Memorial Day- Lunch in the park

Dear Fellow Crafters,

The following is a post from one of my contributors “G” from my journal blog. Hope you enjoy it! You can read more of his  posts on uniquelyyourscraftjournal.com

‘Til then,

~Sallie

LUNCH IN THE PARK

Not far from where I work is a pretty little park, set near a lake that was formally the reservoir. Driving by, I said for over a year, that on a nice day I should eat lunch there one day. Only recently I did. I invited Barbie (Joanie) my on again off again lunch partner to join me, but she wimped out.

What a shock I got! In this park is a beautiful concrete and bronze memorial to a WW2 Marine named Frank Wiltez. Maybe I should say MEDAL OF RECEIPIENT Marine. He received it for extremely heroic actions on Guam. It was, as we Marines say “JOHN WAYNE” stuff.

Of course I was overcome with respect for the site, and considered eating somewhere else. I swear to you I heard (in my head) a voice say “Sit down brother Marine. I’d enjoy the company.”

So I sat on a nearby bench and started my sandwich. I journeyed back. I imagined him sitting on a sand berm or in a foxhole eating. Then I remembered my days in Vietnam stopping to eat a hurried meal. Then my mind flashed to our troops in iraq, and about them doing the same thing.

Funny, sometimes the simple act of eating a small meal can take on such significance. You see, in combat, a meal means you’re alive. You made it from one period of day to another. The meal becomes a “respite in the horrors of hell” (Quote from Ernie Pile) It means you may refresh yourself before you return to the horrors of war.

I played out a conversation in my mind. (How it got there I don’t know)

RAY:  FRANK, WHAT WAS IT LIKE ON GUAM?

FRANK: SAME AS IT WAS AT KHESHAN OR BAGHDAD.

RAY: WHERE YOU SCARED?

FRANK: WEREN’T YOU?

RAY: HOW DID YOU DIE?

FRANK: ASK ME WHY INSTEAD

RAY: WHY THEN.

FRANK: BECAUSE LIKE ALL MARINES WHO SERVE IN COMBAT I BELIEVE THAT IF NOTHING IS WORTH DYING FOR, THAN NOTHING IS WORTH LIVING FOR.

RAY: YOU KNOW FRANK, UP UNTIL 3 WEEKS AGO, I WONDERED IF THE YOUNG MARINES OF TODAY WOULD AGREE WITH US! BUT OF COURSE, THEY DO.

FRANK: YEAH, THOSE YOUNG LADS REALLY CAME THOUGH!

RAY: FOOD’S BETTER FOR THESE GUYS TODAY FRANK.

FRANK: YEAH, TELL ME ABOUT IT! HAD LUNCH WITH ONE OF THEM LAST WEEK. THIS BEING DEAD IS SOMETIMES COOL! YOU CAN GO WHEREVER YOU WANT INSTANLY. CHOW LOOKED REALLY GOOD OVER OUR OLD C-RATIONS.

RAY: AFFIRMATIVE ON THAT!

FRANK: WELL RAY, GOT TO GO. THIS CURRENT WAR ON EARTH HAS GOT MY MOM ALL UPSET. SHE’S COMPLAINING TO ST. FRANCIS ABOUT LACK OF PEACE. I’VE GOT TO CALM HER DOWN. BUT THANKS FOR COMING TO MY PARK TO VISIT! COME AGAIN!

RAY: YOU BET FRANK. AND IF YOU SEE MY MOM COULD YOU TELL HER THAT I’M TALKING / E-MAILING 2 MOMS OF LADS OVER THERE NOW, TELLING THEM NOT TO WORRY.

FRANK: FORGET IT! SHE ALREADY KNOWS! THE BOSS HIMSELF TOLD HER! NOW SHE’S WALKING AROUND WEARING THAT MARINE MOM PIN YOU GAVE HER, BORING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE, SAYING: “HOW ‘BOUT THOSE MARINES! MY SON WAS ONE YOU KNOW!”

RAY: THANKS FRANK—- FOR EVERYTHING.

FRANK: SEMPER FI! SEE YOU LATER.