May 29, 2013

America, America, I Gave My Best To You

Sometimes Husband can be so quirkily endearing. On Memorial Day, while heading to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, I passed this little 'memorial' that Husband had composed on our kitchen fireplace mantle...

a wooden flag box holding the American flag presented to his family by the military following his father's funeral in virtue of his service as a B17 bomber pilot during WW2.

Ironically, my father was ALSO a B17 bomber pilot.  One from small town, Oklahoma...the other from small town, Indiana.

Both movie star handsome, both brave, both 


Heroic. Heroes. Along with other words like devastation,
war zone, selfless, resilient, rebuild...

Another Husband holiday vignette:  model of a B17  airplane that belonged to my father, now poised and ready for takeoff on the garden table.

words that I am weary of hearing.  Or rather the events that spawn such language:  tornadoes, bombings, shootings.

Words heard over and over again as our 24 hour news coverage describes, relives, tries to explain...

the horror and tragedy of these events.

One word I have not heard a lot...

that was ever so apparent here in Oklahoma after the most recent weather horrors, and was present after the bombing here...

and is and was present in so many ways by so many people:  first responders, meteorologists, medical staff, newscasters, teachers, canines, volunteers...and many friends, loved ones, neighbors

and strangers.

A word that makes me SO proud to live here in Oklahoma during these hard times.

a word and trait that is not celebrated enough, not repeated enough on newscasts, 

not stressed enough in our lives,

with our children, our employees, 



Norah Jones musical tribute


  1. Linda:
    I was in OKC Thursday, Friday and returned Saturday. Got to spend part of Friday night in a storm shelter. .haven't done that since I was a kid. After driving through Moore and today through Shawnee, I witnessed those Okies coming together to help one another. Nothing like the Red Dirt people. I miss my home state.. I do not miss the hail, flooding and tornadoes. Hope you, yours and your gardens are OK.

  2. Linda this post touched my heart. My father was a belly gunner on the B-17. When he was in his late 80's I took him to Hutchinson KS to visit a B-17 that had flown in there. I talked him into taking a flight on it and it was so wonderful to see the memories it brought back to him. He would be talking so fast about his experience then the next so quiet as he was remembering friends lost and times gone. Thank you for this blog. Bonna Nichols

  3. Oh my! My father did the same thing...took a flight on a B-17 a couple of years ago. It was bitterly cold and he had to be taken in his wheel chair to the plane...but oh did it resonate with him! And my youngest brother who took him. Thanks Bonna, for sharing a shared memory. :)


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