"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.
was crazy last night. The rains came, the wind blew and the house shook. When I woke up this morning the world was calm again. I think the storm is a reminder about things that happen in our lives. The storms come~the storms go...and how we stand afterward reveals how we built our foundation.
had a stroke on Monday. Although he has a long road to recovery, at this point he is doing okay. I thought I would take a few minutes and share about my brother Dave.
Dave was the biggest of big brothers. He was always doing things for me. When McDonald's was giving away the character glasses of the 1970s-80s, he would always bring a glass home to me, even if I was asleep.
When I was around 12, I nearly drowned. I had never swam in anything besides a horse trough and had no idea that there wasn't a bottom or that a pool had a deep end etc. My mom and step-dad were invited to an event and they brought all of us children. The host, seeing such a large group in our family(and most certainly not thinking) yelled, last one in the pool is a rotten egg. I took off like the rest of the kids, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the poolside and my step-dad was yelling at me. I remember he was yelling things like, didn't you know that there was a deep end? I was ever so ashamed and wanted to crawl back to the station wagon and go home. But we stayed until well past dark(summertime), and I cried by myself under a tree. Dave came to see me and brought me food, and my mom came and hugged me but I remained alone.
It was only later that mom sat me down and told me what David did. David knew immediately that I was in trouble and went to me and began trying to save me. He nearly drowned himself. It was my mom, in a polyester pantsuit that walked on the bottom of the pool holding me up that saved me, and then she pulled David up as he had made it to the edge of the pool. Mom said she tried to swim but the pantsuit weighed her down.
This moment impacted my life.
After my step-dad died ( in September of the same year), I asked mom if I could take lessons to learn to swim and learn I did at the local YMCA.
When my children were born, even though we could barely pay rent, Bill and I put the kids in swimming and I was at the city pool(well it was called a city even though it had about 5000 people) every single day in the summer. It was a major goal that my children learned to swim and we scrimped in every area to ensure that they had lessons.
Sometimes when I awaken at night, I think about Dave, struggling and nearly dying to save me...and he was a kid himself. A good deal has happened since that scary day, and Dave has had some serious highs in life and some even more serious lows in his life. But to me, the Dave I remember is the brother that stood as everything for his little sister.
I pray that David recovers and is able to enjoy the rest of his life, as I love him as only a little sister can love a big brother.
Here's Dave with me by his side.
And yes, those are cleats on his feet
and saddle shoes on mine.
ps...Cathy I am sorry I cut your head off in this photo.
Memorial Day, an American holiday observed on the last Monday of May,
honors men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military.2
This is a very sobering day. Since I have been blogging here is my Memorial Day post:
Our nation has Memorial Day set aside to remember those who died while serving in the armed forces.
The price is sometimes heavy.
And although time marches on, the families never forget. Time freezes the soldier in the age that they were killed.
Yet the family continues on.
The weeks following the loss of a loved one must seem like
But time marches on.
Children grow up.
I love America.
I am thankful to be living in this nation.
I hate knowing exactly what is sometimes expected
from those that are in our military.
No matter how old I get, no matter how much time passes
by, I am, and always will be the baby that was born too late.
The reality of Memorial Day is that even though I am now
a grandmother... in my heart, I am always the little girl
that wishes ever so much that she was a daddy's little girl.
As for the photo of the children and mom...
The update is this.
Pictured front row left to right
age-2~50 years later married 28years, 2 sons. John age 3-50 years
later busy in Texas. David age 4 in the photo-50 years later
4 children, 2 sons-in-law, 1 daughter-in-law, 7 grandchildren. Liz age 4
in photo-50 years later, 3 children, 1 son-in-law, 1 granddaughter and one on the way.
Cathy age 5 in photo-50 years later married almost 33 years, 2 children.
row-Mom-age 29 in the photo. Remarried had one more daughter and a
stepdaughter. From these two daughters, 2 sons-in-law, 6grandchildren. And the baby...me, Jenny to my family~married almost 29 years, 4 children. 2 daughters-in-law and 2 grandsons and one on the way.
Dad...remains forever 28.
In memory of Captain David P. Gibson
KIA April 8, 1967
* I forgot to add that Mom passed away in 2011. She outlived Dad by 44 years.
1 "Memorial." American Dictionary of the English Language. Webster's Dictionary 1828-Online Edition. Web. May 29, 2016. 2 History.com Staff."Memorial Day." History.com. A&E Networks. 2009. Web. May 29,2016