"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
Showing posts with label I have mentioned before how I am thankful for my Bill but I need to say how thankful i am that my mom was able to endure in spite of losing dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I have mentioned before how I am thankful for my Bill but I need to say how thankful i am that my mom was able to endure in spite of losing dad. Show all posts

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Historic Find Continued

 I recently shared  here,  that I had found a letter from my mother written 2 months after my father was killed in Vietnam.  The letter is dated June 8, 1967 and is from a grieving woman writing to her children, all too young to really understand what has happened, explaining why their dad went, why he died, and the dreams they(Mom and Dad)  had had together.  I confess that the letter is quite emotional to me, as I imagine my mother only 29 and pregnant with me having the world she knows crumble. She is exact in her details, specific in her thoughts, and most certainly was one of the strongest people  I have ever known.

I am going to share most of the letter, in several posts,  as I think it is something that should be more than just my family's history.   Many times we can recall famous men of battle, famous battles, and great leaders, and I believe that sometimes we need the rest of the story-thank you Paul Harvey Mom.


My dearest children,                                                                          June 8, 1967

One month from today I am due to have your new baby, just two months from today your dad was killed in combat and it is important that I write this letter to you.  If anything should happen to me, now, it would be so difficult for you to know and remember your mother and dad since you are all so very young and our lives together were shared with very few.


In April my heart was torn out with the fact that you wouldn't have your dad anymore-you will see many father's in your life-but you'll never find one like yours-he loved you so much-his only sad thought in leaving for Vietnam was the fact that he might not see you as grown young men and women-his whole life was a selfless act of love and devotion to you and to me.   He worked so hard-against so many hardships-never having any personal benefit-just for us. Each of you were conceived with our full knowledge and desire-your father was more a Biblical type father-he saw the blessings of God and the fruit of his labors in his fine and healthy offspring.  He spent all of his non-working hours with us, with a few exceptions of golf and basketball-his time was spent reading to you-making up monster stories-rough housing on the floor.  On Saturdays he took turns taking one of you to work with him to his office-and to lunch.  On each of your birthdays-he took you to the toy store so you could choose one special gift yourself.  You never annoyed him-your questions were always answered by him. As each of you was born-when we came home from the hospital, he carried you "over the threshold" -He would let you be with the family for a little while-then he'd take you off to one of the other rooms, look you completely over, and have a talk with you.  The talk went something like this, "Now, I'm your dad and there's a few things we've got to get straight"- then from his heart he would tell you his dreams he had for you and how he would help you out-how much he loved you.


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My thoughts~ Mom painted a picture that is so hard to comprehend.  My siblings and I  had never seen this letter and most of us only saw one  photo of Dad(in his uniform) until after Mom passed away.  I sometimes think she could not share about him because of how hard it hurt even years later.  Finding her letter all these years later is truly a gift to my siblings and I.  I am taking the time to share her letter to us, as it has been 45 years and it now is no longer a note to 6 little ones. Mom and Dad's legacy is of 6 children, 15 grandchildren, and 7(so far) great grandchildren.*


I am going to close with 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. 


~Click on Historic Find to see a photo of my parents as well as my siblings and I in 1967.
*Mom remarried and so we have two more sisters to the mix, 3 more grandchildren, and nearly 5 more great grandchildren-as one is due any day.