Memorial Day

Dear Fellow Journalers,

May 30th is the traditional day of this annual event, so in honor of our veterans please listen:





Memorial Day

May we never forget those who gave their lives so that we might live in Freedom!


Memorial Day

Dear Fellow Journalers,

I found this true story recently and thought I would share.


In September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a History teacher at Valley Heights High School in Port Rowan, did something not to be forgotten.
On the first day of school, with the permission of the school Superintendent, the Principal and the Building Supervisor, she removed all the desks in her classroom.
When the First Period kids entered the room, they discovered that there were no desks.
“Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?” 
She  replied:  “You can’t have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.” 
They  thought:  “Well, maybe it’s our Grades.”  “No.” she  said. 
“Maybe it’s our behavior.”   She told them:   “No, it’s not even your behavior.” 
And so,  they came and went ~~~ the First Period, Second Period, Third Period. 
Still no desks in the classroom.   Kids called their parents to tell them what was happening and by early afternoon, television crews had started gathering at the 
school to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her
The final Period of the day came and the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom. 
Martha Cothren said:   “Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom.  Now I am going to tell you.” 
At this  point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it. Twenty-seven  (27) Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom, 
each one carrying a school desk. 
The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall. By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in
place, those kids started to understand — 
perhaps for the first time in their lives — just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned. 
Martha  said:   “You didn’t earn the right to sit at these desks.  These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. They went halfway around the world,
giving up their education and interrupting their careers and families so you could have the freedom you have. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them. It is your
responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. 
They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.   Don’t ever forget it.” 

By the way, this is a true story, and this teacher was awarded Veterans of  Foreign Wars Teacher 
of the Year  in  2006.   She is the daughter of a WWII POW

Let us always remember the Men and Women 
of our
  Military and the rights they have won for us.

Memorial Day

Dear Fellow Journalers,

The following is from Memorial Day 2013 written by our friend G. Enjoy!


Last Friday, my adopted granddaughter Carla arrived for a sleepover and to spend the day on Saturday. As she arrived, I was in the middle of the constant effort to clean out the many years of accumulated stuff in our home and I was working on the many boxes of military uniforms and insignia that piled up over the years. Stuff was all over the floor in the living room.

Carla slept later than usual on Saturday morning, probably because of the 92 pieces of pepperoni pizza she’d eaten the night before.

As she groggily made her way down the hallway, I looked up from this military mess I was working on, said good morning and asked if she wanted some breakfast.

“No thanks Granppy, I’m not hungry (wonder why?) Just some milk please.”

“You want to watch cartoons while you wake up honey?”

But for some strange reason, she was more interested in what I was doing. She clambered up on my lap, and began to ask questions.

“What’s that Granppy? What does that mean Granppy?” I did my best to explain.

We even found some old photos of long ago and far away. Carla remarked “Boy Granppy, you were handsome then!” I laughed so hard I almost busted a gut. Realizing what she had said, she tried to recover. ‘I mean you’re still handsome now, only much older!” I almost fell off the chair I was laughing so hard.

Finally we reached the box that contained my medals. I tried to close the box quickly, favoring to sort this one in private.  Carla was having none of it. She demanded that I identify each one. I tried to fluff this off, but she insisted.

When I finished, she said “Boy Granppy, you were brave!”

I really wanted to get this one right. I wanted desperately to say the right thing. I wanted her to know that there is no glory in war, only pain, suffering and heartbreak.

“No sweetie, I was afraid, VERY afraid. But I prayed that God would give me strength and love, because love of my country, of freedom, and of my fellow Marines would give me the strength to do what I had to do, and God answered my prayers.”

This wonderful, amazing child said no words, only put her hands around my neck, kissed my cheek, and hugged me. Right then and there, if I ever needed affirmation of the things I had done, I got it.

While I’m very concerned about America today, this sweet child of God made me know that our American way of life must go on, and the things my brother soldiers and I did made her an inheritor to the heritage of freedom.

Carla slid off my lap, and poured herself another glass of milk. (She only spilled a little!) Then she went over to an American flag displayed in a corner of the room.

“Granppy, know what I like best about America?”

“No honey, what?”

“McDonalds Happy Meals!”

How can you argue with logic like that? Glancing at my watch, I saw it was about that time.

“OK Sunshine, go wash you face, brush your teeth, get dressed and let’s go!”






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