Growing up I always heard talk about WW2, but never thought much about it. Of course, as a kid there was no reason for me to worry about things like war. Even in the midst of the Cuban Missile Crisis all of the kids I knew didn’t understand what was going on . . . but our parents did.
I do remember having drills where we would all curl up underneath our school desks with our arms over our heads. As if that would help. And bomb shelter signs posted around our village (again, I wonder now how much good they would have been had there actually been a real bomb).
The world can be a dangerous place, but for all of us kids during that time, we went about our business of riding our bikes down big hills and crashing into trees, and getting our behind whipped all the way back up that big hill for disobeying Mom and going to the lake. When she found me there, it was not bombs I was worried about on that day! We built forts in the woods, and shacks in the trees; we played hide and seek under the willow trees, and set up housekeeping with all of our dolls under the shade of those old weeping willows. Living on a country road that led to nowhere, it was a pretty carefree life, although there wasn’t much in the way of “frills.” Who knew? Not me!
But when I got to high school, that’s when I began to notice what was going on in the world. How could I miss it? The Boys of September were marching off to a strange country I had never heard of – Viet Nam – many of whom never returned, and those who did were missing limbs, or other body parts, as well as missing their youth and innocence. Those boys who did return home, were treated with such disdain, disrespect, and downright hostility. I will forever remember watching those broken boys in uniform marching home while those who stayed home where it was safe would shout and spit on them. The blessings of freedom are not free. There is a price to be paid, and although I will never be able to pay my debt of gratitude, I will not forget.
This Memorial Day, please remember. And show your appreciation for the sacrifices that have been made by every generation to keep our nation a Land of Liberty. Let them know that we did not forget.
My small token of remembrance is this FREEDOM banner that I created for our home. If you would like to make one for your home, I have a free tutorial that you can follow to make your own FREEDOM banner so they know we did not forget.
Celebrate our nation’s special holidays this summer with this fun Patriotic “FREEDOM” Banner from Vintage Mama’s Cottage. Made from scrap book paper, ribbon, cut out letters and miscellaneous embellishments, you can display it all summer on your porch or patio. Make one with the kids or grandkids, and use your imagination to decorate your own Patriotic “FREEDOM” Banner.
Make your own Patriotic “FREEDOM” Banner with this FREE tutorial from Vintage Mama’s Cottage.
(Share this blog post by clicking on the StumbleUpon button above)