Dear Grandma,
I get goose bumps thinking about all of the soldiers who have died at war for our freedom. I feel selfish when I have a bad day and realize I am so lucky that my husband is here, my dad, my father-in-law, my brother-in-law.... I don't have to go through each day wondering about my family members' safety and well being from thousands of miles away. I don't have to wonder when and if I'll see them again.
As you know, dad was in Vietnam. Not sure how mom got through for those 369 days, which I know she counted every one of them. Well, I guess I do know how she got through - you and grandpa. Mom says that dad lost 50 lbs and had boils all over his body when he came back. I can't imagine.
I will never forget though, a few years ago at a party for my mother-in-law, a friend of hers who is very kind and caring was talking with my dad. She found out in the midst of their conversation that dad had been in Vietnam. Very sincerely she told my dad, "thank you." My dad and I are the sensitive ones in the family, so that really touched me. What made it even more touching was seeing dad tear up. He said nobody has ever thanked him before for going to war. Just thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes. I mean, we say thank you for birthday gifts, kind gestures and the like, but the kindest gesture of all gets pretty much no attention? I have noticed though, a lot of "thank yous" pouring forth to our current soldiers at war and returning home. I think it is very important that they know their sacrifices do not go unnoticed.
So, thank you to all of those away from their families and homes. Thank you to the families for supporting their loved ones and being strong. Most of all, I want to thank MY dad. I know the Vietnam War took place before I was born, but I know I sure am glad he came back safely.
Love,
H
If you haven't already seen this, it's definitely worth reading:
MAY GOD BLESS THIS AIRLINE CAPTAIN:
He writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. On this flight." (H.R. Stands for human remains) "Are they military?" I asked.
"Yes", she said.
"Is there an escort?" I asked.
"Yes, I already assigned him a seat."
"Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck? You can board him early," I said.
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image
Of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.
"My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ," he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. "I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board," she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia .
The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. "I'm on it," I said. I told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
"Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks."
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, "You have no idea how much this will mean to them."
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
There is a team in place to meet the aircraft, we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, "Take your time."
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, "Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you."
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.
When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of God Bless You, I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA .
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Apple Of My Eye
Dear Grandma,
This man is the apple of my eye:
This man is the apple of my eye:
He is one of those people you feel lucky to know, but for me, he's my husband!! I am really, really fortunate.
Joe is rarely in a negative mood, always upbeat and easy going. He's not at all high-maintenance (unlike his wife!).
He loves whole-heartedly, is a kind husband and a fun dad. He's a family-man. I think that is one of the qualities I love best about him.
I am not the only one who feels this way - - he's well liked by all people.
Joe is a hard worker, dedicated, smart, genuine, funny, giving and thoughtful.
I want to wish my husband a happy birthday. He deserves the best. He puts up with me and that can be no easy task some days!
I'm so happy we are together.
I'm wishing him a very happy birthday.
Love,
H
P.S. Think my parents like him a bit??... Mom gettin' down with her new son-in-LOVE (as they call him)...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Sticks (not stones)
Dear Grandma,
So, as I mentioned before, I've been working on some art projects for our basement that will be done being renovated very soon! I really like this piece. It's unique, abstract and brings an element of the outdoors in.
So, as I mentioned before, I've been working on some art projects for our basement that will be done being renovated very soon! I really like this piece. It's unique, abstract and brings an element of the outdoors in.
Materials
Inexpensive frame (w/o glass) (got this one for $2.99 at Mangelsens - I LOVE that store)
Random sticks found outside
Can of spray paint (I used the color aluminum)
Heavy duty (thick) glue/caulk
Utility knife/scissors
1. Spray paint sticks (all sides) and frame (front, sides, inner edges) and allow to dry (overnight at least).
2. Use some level objects to hold the frame away from the table (my husband's idea - he used four short glasses - one underneath each corner of the frame). Oh, and place the frame front side down.
3. Now the fun! Arrange the sticks within the frame however you like! You'll need to cut the sticks to fit the way you want them to.
4. I was using tacky glue to glue the sticks onto the frame (inner edge), but it wasn't thick enough. So my husband helped and used his caulking gun - this was perfect (I need to learn how to use that thing).
5. Allow the frame to stay in the propped position at least overnight.
What do you think? I really like it! I think a series of two or even three of these would look neat as they would all have different lines within them. I like the negative space the sticks create, so a colored wall can be seen from behind. I also really like that they are three dimensional since the sticks aren't flat.
Grandma, what do you think?
Love,
H
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Techie Cats
Dear Grandma,
I'm an animal lover - cats, dogs..... the funny things animals do without even knowing it is part of their charm and appeal. Watch this video...
A little laughter on a gloomy day always helps.
Love,
H
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Gone To The Dogs
Dear Grandma,
I paint dog portraits. I've advanced from scribbles in coloring books to acrylics on canvas. I started doing this for the Humane Society. They hung up some of my work in their newly renovated entryway at the dog daycare. Then I was commissioned to do a few others. It was somewhat relaxing and therapeutic to get back into art. I missed it.
*I know that I have my own style and I don't need to compare it to anyone else's.
*I know that being creative is woven into my DNA and I need to use those skills like a person needs water.
I had let my creativity kind of "go to the dogs", so to speak. Diving back in, head first, was an achievement, an accomplishment and a discovery.
I know you'd be proud.
Love,
H
I paint dog portraits. I've advanced from scribbles in coloring books to acrylics on canvas. I started doing this for the Humane Society. They hung up some of my work in their newly renovated entryway at the dog daycare. Then I was commissioned to do a few others. It was somewhat relaxing and therapeutic to get back into art. I missed it.
This is one of my favorites. I painted it for my friend, Darcy. These are her sweetie pies:
Here's a set of five dog paintings for a woman who requested that all of her babies be painted:
I'm definitely not a perfectionist at anything. I prefer the odd, imperfect and eclectic to the exact and traditional. But, I would say I was pretty proud of these - they turned out nicely. I just don't have as much time to dedicate to this artform these days (or maybe it's more that I've evolved and want to do something different). But, I have to exert my creative juices somehow - otherwise it seems as if the universe is a little bit off! So I have been working on other things which I'll share with you later...I did learn a lot starting back up with painting:
*I know that if I want to do something bad enough, I can make the time for it. (Amongst juggling a toddler, household duties, work, etc.)*I know that I have my own style and I don't need to compare it to anyone else's.
*I know that being creative is woven into my DNA and I need to use those skills like a person needs water.
I had let my creativity kind of "go to the dogs", so to speak. Diving back in, head first, was an achievement, an accomplishment and a discovery.
I know you'd be proud.
Love,
H
Ice Cream "Potty"
Dear Grandma,
I remember so many fond times we had together. One of which was our ice cream "potties" (parties - I think we said it "potty" to sound like we had accents). Nobody was invited except for you, me and Heidi. We would sit at the kitchen counter on the wooden bar stools, close the shutters that divided the kitchen from the living room and partake of ice cream in little plastic pastel colored dishes. We giggled and whispered... it was really special. It was our bonding time with you - no "real" adults allowed!
I remember so many fond times we had together. One of which was our ice cream "potties" (parties - I think we said it "potty" to sound like we had accents). Nobody was invited except for you, me and Heidi. We would sit at the kitchen counter on the wooden bar stools, close the shutters that divided the kitchen from the living room and partake of ice cream in little plastic pastel colored dishes. We giggled and whispered... it was really special. It was our bonding time with you - no "real" adults allowed!
Memories are sweet....
Love,
H
Monday, May 23, 2011
At The End Of The Day
Dear Grandma,
At the end of the day (especially a Monday), whether it's been good, bad, exciting, frustrating or demanding, this is what I long to see....
He melts my heart.
Love,
H
At the end of the day (especially a Monday), whether it's been good, bad, exciting, frustrating or demanding, this is what I long to see....
He melts my heart.
Love,
H
Things To Do With A Picnic Table
Dear Grandma,
Gavin has found that a picnic table can be used for multiple things:
1. Sitting at to eat snacks. Blueberry muffins, popcorn, M&Ms, they all taste better sitting in the living room at the picnic table (although the dog likes to invite himself to devour everything Gavin has if we leave them unattended).
3. Used during the winter months for sorting out Easter eggs.
4. Best of all though, having an actual picnic on a spring afternoon with mommy and his best bud, Bear, is definitely the way to go!
Gavin has found that a picnic table can be used for multiple things:
1. Sitting at to eat snacks. Blueberry muffins, popcorn, M&Ms, they all taste better sitting in the living room at the picnic table (although the dog likes to invite himself to devour everything Gavin has if we leave them unattended).
2. Good for lounging - put a miniature wooden adirondak chair next to the table and plop those barking dogs up there on the bench - good way to watch Elmo in the evenings....
3. Used during the winter months for sorting out Easter eggs.
Love,
H
Music Wreath
Dear Grandma,
Today is your daughter's 41st wedding anniversary - can you believe it? So, in honor of mom and dad's love for music, I made them a wreath made of sheet music. Do you like it?
Today is your daughter's 41st wedding anniversary - can you believe it? So, in honor of mom and dad's love for music, I made them a wreath made of sheet music. Do you like it?
I had fun making it - it was a bit of a pain touch and go at first, getting the cones of paper to stick. Here's the process:
Materials
Styrofoam/wood/cardboard circle (not too wide in the middle - I used wood)
Sheet music
Circular mirror (inexpensive plastic)
Hot glue gun/tacky glue (I used tacky glue, hot glue might work best though)
Cardboard
Ribbon
Tape
Heavy canister
1. Roll sheet music into cones and use a small piece of tape to keep the cone from unrolling - make approximately 10 cones at a time.
2. Attach back row (see picture - there are two rows) of cones onto circle with glue - I left a little bit of space in between each. The bottom of each cone should be in line with the "inner" circle.
3. Attach front row of cones in front of the back. You can cut off a piece of the bottom of each cone and then glue on top of the first row (you want them to be shorter), making sure each "lies" in between the spaces instead of right smack on top of the back cones. What I did was put tape at the bottom of the cone (w/o cutting the cone), folded about an inch and stuck the tape to the back of the circle with the top of the cone folding on top of the back row, then glue the bottom, underside onto the back row of cones.
4. Glue the back of the mirror on top of the cones. I put a heavy canister on top to help the glue to really set in.
5. Once mirror is firmly adhered (leave it for a few hours), flip the wreath over. Cut a circle out of cardboard to glue to the back to cover up the messiness of the tape, etc. Also cut a few inches of ribbon (used for hanging the wreath up), make a loop and put the ends of the loop behind the cardboard before adhering so the ribbon firmly sticks and looks neatly placed. I also used a heavy canister on top of the cardboard backing to press that glue in well (again, leave for a few hours).
Confusing? Once you lay out the materials, the process pretty much naturally falls into place - perhaps there is an easier way to construct this, not sure but this is what worked for me.
Love,
H
Friday, May 20, 2011
For The Basement
Dear Grandma,
So our basement is nearing completion. Joe has done a wonderful job and seems to have enjoyed making such a nice space for his family to hang out! We really look forward to it being done. I will be posting some of the projects I'm working on to decorate our basement and make it feel homey, cozy and loved. I probably won't write this weekend, I'll be working on those projects so I can show you very soon!
Love,
H
So our basement is nearing completion. Joe has done a wonderful job and seems to have enjoyed making such a nice space for his family to hang out! We really look forward to it being done. I will be posting some of the projects I'm working on to decorate our basement and make it feel homey, cozy and loved. I probably won't write this weekend, I'll be working on those projects so I can show you very soon!
Love,
H
Thumbs Up
Dear Grandma,
As you probably know, I'm just not a book reader. I lose interest easily. If the book isn't completely captivating, then it's not on the top of my list of things to do (or on the list at all). I don't recall you reading books either. Mom isn't a book reader, Dad isn't, Joe isn't (maybe it's in the genes).... thankfully Gavin adores books, so perhaps the cycle will be broken!
Anyhow, I cannot say enough about the book, "Heaven Is Real", written by Todd Burpo with Lynn Vincent. It was a real mind-blower. I read it in about three evenings and would highly recommend it!
It's about a small boy who while in surgery sees heaven. The details he gives his parents causes them to realize, there is no way he would know those things unless he really did see heaven! Definitely gave me goose bumps! The more people I tell about this book, the more I find have heard about/read it already. It's extraordinary the things that children can teach us.
Love,
H
As you probably know, I'm just not a book reader. I lose interest easily. If the book isn't completely captivating, then it's not on the top of my list of things to do (or on the list at all). I don't recall you reading books either. Mom isn't a book reader, Dad isn't, Joe isn't (maybe it's in the genes).... thankfully Gavin adores books, so perhaps the cycle will be broken!
Anyhow, I cannot say enough about the book, "Heaven Is Real", written by Todd Burpo with Lynn Vincent. It was a real mind-blower. I read it in about three evenings and would highly recommend it!
Photo from Amazon.com
Love,
H
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Generations of Love
Dear Grandma,
It's the year 2011. I'm a proud wife and mother. There's a reason for that - let me explain.
Love has a progressive effect, it's a cycle. You loved my mom, my mom loves my dad, my parents love me, I love my husband, we love our son. Notice the trunk of that family tree, it started with you.
Thank you for causing such a beautiful chain reaction. I am so fortunate.
Love,
H
It's the year 2011. I'm a proud wife and mother. There's a reason for that - let me explain.
This handsome boy is my little love, Gavin:
He is a result of our love for each other:
I believe the love I have for my husband comes from them:
Thank you for causing such a beautiful chain reaction. I am so fortunate.
Love,
H
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