"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."
Dr. Adrian Rogers 1931-2005

Friday, April 21, 2017

Bill~this is the

photo I was trying to find. 
I do not remember where I found this photo so if anyone knows who to give credit to, please let me know.

Bill~THIS is the idea I have for all the window frames.   I love the log framing and it makes my brain smile.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Repurposing the yard sale chairs

I bought a few years ago while back east.  I paid $1.00 for each chair and I think I got a bargain.  I finally am to this project and here are two of the chairs I have finished.

And yes, I do like bold, bright colors.  They are a wonderful contrast to the somewhat not so bright but ever so beautiful desert.  Final cost per chair $4.00 with remaining spray paint to brighten other items. 

Mini for Me!

I bought some mini roses the other day, as they were beautiful and of course they were mini, oh and my favorite, they were on sale.  I have already transplanted them and they will reside in pots so I can bring them in each winter!  Oh how I love these minis!

What can you do with $12.00?

You can upgrade the playroom with a magnetic board.   I actually bought what is an oil drip pan from Wal*mart about 4 years ago to use under the plants I grow indoors.  I spent about $12.00.  If you go to Wal*mart site today it is priced under $9.00. 

My grands love playing with the magnets on the fridge.  The only problem with this is that the iddy bitty piggly wigglies sometimes push the magnets under the fridge. 
I was thinking about a solution and this is it.
It is the perfect complement to the play area.
The magnets are from all the fun places we have visited.

Bill simply mounted the pan on the wall.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Something is different in the house

and I am going to share a photo montage to see if you can figure out what it is.





Yep.  It's a mystery for sure! ;)

*Photo #2 is for a helper to reach and do the dishes.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Friday Night Gathering

We gathered together Friday night to celebrate Third's birthday. 
At times I am so shocked at how fast time passes.  This is the first photo of Third and his brothers after he came home from the Kinder clinic (Kind of like NICU in Germany). 
Here was Third Friday night.  I made a tank convoy cake.
I know he is a married man with a child, but he is still my bubboo and I was making light of the very serious occupation he has enlisted in.  Yep, those are plastic army guys behind the tanks.  For the gun(or whatever it is called) on the tank, I cut a chopstick.  

To Third: Oh dad and I love you so much.  It was so nice to gather and BBQ with the entire family as we visited, laughed, and celebrated another wonderful year with you among us. 
Be strong, walk with the LORD, and never forget that your wife and son are a blessing.
Love you oodles and oodles,
Dad and Mom!

Friday, April 7, 2017

Captain David P. Gibson

Fifty years ago on April 8, 1967,  my dad was killed in Vietnam.  

Today I am sharing this milestone once again.  It is not an easy milestone to share.  I wrote this statement in another post as it is the reality even fifty years on,
the ultimate sacrifice paid by a soldier is always a debt owed by the surviving family.  My family is one such family.  We will always be the family of a soldier killed in Vietnam in April of 1967. ( to read this post click here)
My dad was a young man when he was killed.  He was 28 years old and had been married to my mom for less than 7 years.  When dad was killed mom was pregnant with me, their sixth child.  Cathy was 5, the twins David and Liz were 4, John was 3, Peter was 2 and I was two months shy of being born. 
August 1967

My mom was amazing and raised my siblings and I to be very strong, independent people. The soldiers of Vietnam weren't treated as honorably and respectfully as soldiers are today.  The anti-war sentiment was rampant across the nation and it was a heavy burden for mom to be the widow of a man that many called negative names.  She was a brave woman and a letter she wrote made it to the 91st Congress and is forever memorialized in the Congressional Record Vol. 115 No. 175 October 28, 1969.  I never knew that she wrote this letter until a few weeks ago.  You see, she lost the love of her life and it deeply impacted her.  Here is a portion of the letter she submitted:
[It was about] the forthcoming anti-war October 15, Day of Moratorium [which she called] these pacifiers, these malcontents, these groups, and yes, even some members of Congress are going to carry on placards...are going to read into the Congressional Record the names of our soldiers killed in Vietnam.  They are going to use these precious names to justify and support their position on Vietnam which ranges from rightful conscientious objection,  to pacifism, to cowardice, to Communism, to treason, and even to support the Hanoi regime.  Well I know an Infantryman who fought and died in Vietnam;  he didn't fight because he was a warmonger or a hired assassin;  he was fighting, and, yes killing for the South Vietnamese people-he was fighting to protect them.  He was killed a little over two years ago-our soldiers are still desperately needed there.  This infantryman (one of 40,000+), myself (his widow), and his six children feel a great love and sorrow for the families of South Vietnam.  
I feel it is[the Day of Moratorium] a terrible injustice to my husband and the cause he fought for(as a soldier, as an American, as a gentleman) that these people will carry his name, publicize his name, and have it read into the Congressional Record for purposes so contradictory to what he sincerely felt himself.  If there is any way his name can be rescinded from their lists, I would appreciate your kind assistance.  If not, may I say thank you for your magnanimous support of the United States soldier, his dependents, and his survivors.
Sincerely,   Mrs. David P. Gibson
                   Catherine (8 years)
                   David (7 years)
                   Elizabeth (7 years)
                   John  (6 years)
                   Peter (4 years)
                   Jennifer (2 years)

This was the attitude of the nation then.  This was what my mother did to stand tall for us, and ensure that dad's honor was not marred by those wishing to use the dead to push forward their cause.  I knew mom was a courageous woman, but wow, this letter is of a woman that says it like it is and means it.  

Dad's death changed mom.  She did remarry and had another daughter and gained a step-daughter but she became very guarded about dad.  After being married to my Bill I understand.

My siblings and I know dad died serving a nation he loved.  The loss is not a gut wrenching loss today but a sorrowful loss.  It is a sorrow for what dad missed out on and what we missed out on.  It is so devastating to know what my mother missed out on.  As a couple they were still in the diapering, baby stages.  They missed out on the teen years, the weddings, and so many milestones.

Mom outlived dad by 44 years. She died on February 19, 2011.

Dad is forever 28.

My mother detailed the events of dad's funeral: I am going to share my mom's words once again, just a snippet of her description of the military funeral. I am not going to mention any names of the personnel that Mom mentions, but aside from that, here are her words:


There was a short blessing at the grave by an army chaplain-then the gun salute by the 58th Infantry-a bugler sounded taps-and the military pall bearers-all in dress blues began the folding of our most precious flag.

Then they presented the flag to the Captain who in turn with warm and stirring words gave it to me. Then I turned and left the cemetery-it was all over-we had been married a little over 6 1/2 years-so short a time-David had been in Vietnam only 41 days-he had totally given of himself the supreme sacrifice. 





Legacy of David and Dee:

6 children: Cathy, Dave, Liz, John, Pete, and me Jenny.

15 grandchildren: David, Ann, Tony, Danielle, Katie, Cameron, Bill, Peter, Ashley, Ruben, Parker, Trey, Carson, Cali, Mari.  

10 great-grandchildren: David, Lily, Carson, Sam, Kayd, Kam, Eva, Jacoby, Zoey, and Levi.  One more great-grand is due late summer thanks to my oldest and his wife. 

 Military service: My brother Pete made a career out of the Army and retired a few years ago.  My oldest son served in the Army and served in Afghanistan and my youngest son took the oath of enlistment this past Wednesday and leaves for Basic Training at the end of the month.   

Fifty years later, me the baby, will turn 50 in June and my oldest son will turn 28.  This is the part that is so hard as dates and ages and numbers are always in my head.  I know I am not a baby but forever I will be and have said this before, the baby born too late.

Ten years ago Jim Hoft of Gateway Pundit shared the post I wrote about dad.  It is the only post I have up on my other blog Pen of Jen.  It was so profound to realize that the Vietnam soldier was no longer a stigma or something that we kept quiet about.  I will always be thankful that Jim shared my story of dad.

Here are some things I have written about my dad as the quote I shared about the debt the family pays is forever.
Historic Find
Historic Find Continued
Fifty three years ago
News and Letters from 1967
Always to Remember
42 years ago today
46 years ago today
Here are some things my dad had on him
Clipping of the first announcement of his death
Long Dose of Reflection
American History 1967
February 20, 1967
Memorial Day
Never Forgotten