My PawPaw

10:36 PM
This was written by my beloved PawPaw, a year before he passed away. It was just part of an article about him that was published in a book of memories from old-timers in southern West Virginia. He wasn't the most eloquent writer, but he was quite the comedian and I can almost hear him telling this story. I am so proud to be the granddaughter of this fine man, and on this Veteran's Day, I'm grateful for his service to our country. 

In 1943, I turned eighteen and Uncle Sam sent me a greeting.  I was examined November 10th and left for the Army on December 1st.  After basic training at Fort Sill, I was sent to an artillery outfit in Texas and a about a year later, I was abroad a ship headed for Europe.  I went into combat in the Battle of the Bulge and crossed the Rhine River on March 13th in support of Patton's Ninth Armored.  After the war ended, we were sent to Berlin as Military Police.  This was a turning point in my life, for I got to know and love the German people.  Also, I got firsthand knowledge of what good-for-nothing leadership can do.  Jefferson was right when he said "Power corrupts and total power totally corrupts."
While in Berlin, I got to know my wife.  She was not in Berlin; she was going to college with a friend who corresponded with me.  In the letter, my friend wrote, "If you were home, I know a nice girl you could date."  Quickly I wrote back and asked her to give my address to the girl and to write and enclose a picture.  She did, and I still carry that picture in my wallet today.  I came home in April and we were married in August of 1946.  We started out from scratch and we are still scratching!  I tell people, "She left a couple of times, but I went with her!"

My grandparents fell in love before they ever met in person and were married almost 64 years.  They loved each other unconditionally and yes, he really did carry that picture of her in his wallet all those years.
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Dying Day

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Quietude

11:45 PM
There's something about the Blue Ridge Parkway that soothes my soul.  Perhaps it's the memories that we share.  Or, the sheer beauty it bestows.


Nearly every time I go Home, I can be found wandering its curvy paths - in search of Quietude.


And, every single time -- I find it.

See you in two weeks, my friend.
 
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Just let things Be.

6:31 AM

Worrying seems easy.
Patience is hard.

Just let things Be.

You'll get Yours.  I promise.

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