03 July 2005
APPRECIATION - IT'S GREAT
Good afternoon, fellow and lady cyber spacers. The time is 1300 hours, and I have just finished a nice ham and lettuce sandwich that my darling bride fixed up for me. I had been gone since early morning, first stopping off at the County Veterans Office in Wampsville, and then on to Wal Wart for my daily Wishing Well watch.

While I was in the parking lot of the County Offices, I bumped into our Town of Lenox Supervisor, Rocky DiVeronica. He was just getting out of his car as I pulled into a parking space close by. We had a quick chat on how things were progressing on the War Memorial Project, and I informed him that I was going to seek assistance from the Veterans Agency concerning those veterans within the Canastota School District..

I also had a new draft of the Memorial, that was prepared by the Rock of Ages Monument Company in Vermont, that I wanted him to look at before we meet this coming Monday evening. They made a few minor changes to our original draft, but they were the type you like to see. They were all cost saving ideas.

When I finished up at the Veteran's Agency I drove over to Wal Mart, ran up our nation's colors, on the roof of the Wishing Well, and stood tall, at parade rest. for the next 3 hours. I rather enjoy standing there, watching the people come and go. There are quite a few of them who stop and chat with me and it helps to make the time go by quickly.

One elderly lady stopped and introduced herself to me. She went to her purse, pulled a $10.00 bill out, and said, "I'm from Denmark, and I want to thank you for freeing my homeland". Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she spoke. It was early in the morning, and I wasn't ready for this type of talk, at this time of the day.

"Your welcome, Mam," I responded sheepishly, "Your people suffered terribly under Nazi rule."

"I know well", she replied, "But you boys paid such a price. We have very large cemeteries there, where American soldiers are buried. Our people are so grateful for what you have done for us".

I gave her a hug, and said, "Thank you, Madam, we appreciate your support so very much."

There wasn't much more I could say. Tears were running rather freely down both our cheeks. I guess we were both getting sentimental in our old age.

I had to be back home at 1230 hours as Frisco had to take her younger sister to a doctors appointment.

That's the reason I decided to spend part of my afternoon with you folks. I"m kind of tired at the present time, so I think I'll sign off for now but will return later this afternoon after I awake from my nap. See you then.

Back once again. The time is 1800 hours. I had a nice nap, visited with my sister-in-law and took my bride out for our usual Friday night fish dinner. Just arrived home and placed 11 phone calls to the War Memorial Committee reminding them of our July 11 meeting with the Town Supervisor.

We will be setting up sub-committees that will be working and planning independently in their own particular fields of expertise. The time has finally arrived when we must set the frame work up and pour the foundation for the memorial itself. Hopefully we can get this done before the 1st of August. I hope that there are no more drawbacks that will hinder our progress.

We won't be able to get a proposal from the Rock of Ages Monument Company until after July 11th as the individual we're working with is on vacation and won't be back until the 11th. Hopefully he will get right on it, and be able to inform us how many names the present plans will accommodate, I hope that we will not have to enlarge the memorial, it could prove to be costly. I'll just have to be patient, and hope for the best. I'm sure that we'll be in fine shape. Confidence is half the battle, they keep telling me.

I went on a scavenger hunt the other day in my Sea Cabin, just below the main deck. I was searching for some old Navy documents, pertaining to me, and found anything, and everything, except for what I was searching for. But all was not lost - lo and behold, I opened a small box, and there, to my surprise, was my 33,000 Word Book. It just laid there smiling, as if to say, "You have been looking for me, haven't you? SURPRISE!"

Now I can sit down and spell just about whatever word I am having difficulty with. All it is, is a word book, there is no definitions to what the words mean. I don't need that, I understand the meaning of the word, I just have trouble spelling them. I attribute that to my old age also.

Now that my son, John, has installed a banister leading down the latter to my Sea Cabin, I feel more secure going below to check on things. I am seriously thinking about setting up shop down there, but I'll have to consider it carefully. I don't like to be too far away from Fran. We are like two peas in a pod.

It is nice and cozy down below, we have a kitchen, a shower and bath room, and it is always a lot cooler there. Frisco loves her quilting room, and I would have to sacrifice our togetherness if I spend too much time down below. My instinct tells me to stay put, and not rock the boat. I learned a long time ago to follow my instincts, so I had better stay moored topside with the War Department. I know what side my bread is buttered on.

It's time for the evening news, and I understand that Florida is bracing for another hurricane. I believe the name of this one is "Dennis". The State of Florida really takes a beating from old Mother Nature. I know, I rode some pretty tough ones out at sea while I was home ported in Key West. Oh, for the life of a sailor. I wouldn't change a thing, though, the finest people I have ever known were those with whom I served, my shipmates. But that's another story. I am going to take my leave, and wish you all a fond adieu. Life is good. God Bless -- Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA
Today our nation celebrates it's 229th birthday. Happy Birthday, America. I spent the morning hours at our local Mar Mart standing tall at our Wishing Well. I placed a small, 12 X 16 inch American flag on the roof of the Well. It certainly caught the eyes of customers as they were checking out at the registers.

As I mentioned in previous blogs, I don't speak to the customers, unless spoken to. When I do speak to them it is to answer a question they have, or help them find a name on the Service Member List of names that will be inscribed on the memorial.

For the past 4 days I have personally been thanked for my service in the armed forces by numerous people as they dropped their donation into the Well.

"Thank you for your donation, we appreciate it very much", I would say to them. A great number of them, in return, would respond, "THANK YOU, sir, for your service.

One sweet woman, shook my hand, and with a tear running down her cheek said, '"Thank you for our Freedom".

I felt a bit embarrassed as I acknowledged their compliments, and at the same time I felt proud. Not for anything I did, or accomplished during the war years, but for the fact that people are beginning do realize the sacrifices so many Americans made to assure our nation's freedom.

Yesterday, Frisco and I jumped into our trusty little Jeep Liberty, and drove to Ballston Spa, NY for a family get together, and celebrate our grandson, Ian's, birthday.

Our three daughters live within a 30 minute drive of one another, and between them they are the proud parents of 7 children. This get together allowed us to visit with the whole tribe of them.

It took Fran and I a little over 2 hours to make the trip. We arrived at Beth Ann"s home at 1000 hours. We were greeted, with open arms, by her 3 sons, Zachery, Wesley and Ian. My grandson, Ian, ran up to me, and gave me a big bear hug. He retreated for a few minutes and came running back and said to me, "Grampa, this is for your memorial".

He handed me 2, $5.00 bills. I was taken by complete surprise, and my daughter Beth said to me, "He wants to help build the War Memorial, all 3 want to help."

Within minutes our other 2 grandsons appeared and Wesley, the middle son, pressed $15.00 in my hand and Zachery, the oldest gave me another $10.00. I was utterly surprised, and I told them, "Thank you so much, boys. You didn't have to do this."

To which my daughter replied, "Zac, reads your web site, they got together and wanted to know if they could donate. I told them, 'It is your decision, do what your heart tells you".

America, you need not fear. the children and youth of this nation will not fail you. I am so proud of their action. When I arrived back home, last night, I sat down and drafted a letter, addressed to each of them individually. I rendered my heartfelt thanks for their outstanding contribution, and told them, once again, how very proud I am of each one of them.

To my daughter, Beth, and her husband, Randy I know that you are also very proud of your boys. Rightly so, I congratulate both of you for the upbringing of your children. They are a treasure, and a joy, to have around.

Fran and I, both count our blessings, when it comes to our own children. They have made us proud, and rewarded us with 10 beautiful grandchildren. God Bless each and every one of them.

It's closing in on 2100 hours, and in a few minutes a Salute to America Concert will be airing on television. I am going to take my leave, and enjoy the old favorite patriotic songs of yesteryears. I do this because, "I'm a Yankee Doddle Dandy, Yankee Doddle Do or Die". God Bless' -- Keep the Faith. -- Sailor Jack.