REFLECTIONS

REFLECTIONS

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

I REMEMBER


I remember the nickel
I remember the day
I remember the joy
Boys so long away

I remember home from work early
I remember the car 
I remember the smiles 
Yes, there they are!

I remember the men
I remember the whoops!
I remember Daddy and Pat
"Here, a nickel for ice cream!
   …Maybe TWO scoops with THAT!”

Yes, I remember the cheers
I remember the joys
I remember the nickel
But most, I remember the boys

Two were my brothers
How longed for they’d been
They, like so many, left home boys,
Came back full-grown men.             

In our small part of the world
Though much joy spread around
Sorrow was once again shared
As grief poured through our tiny town
 
I remember the pride we had
In every one who had served
Whether home or abroad
We were proud of each one . . .

I remember . . .  because . . . EACH ONE WAS OUR SON,

OUR BROTHER, OUR HUSBAND, OUR FATHER,  
 OUR UNCLE, OUR NEPHEW, OUR COUSIN, OUR FRIEND  
                             and I REMEMBER
THE BROKEN YET MERRY HEARTS WE ALL SHARED . . . TOGETHER!

© M Sue  In Honor of D-Day  6-6-2017






























Here is a close-up of the names of the boys grown into men; of course, some were men with families prior to leaving while others had not finished high school.


Our big brother Galen C. Libby 
with Kent W. Libby and me.











            Our big brother Lincoln L. Libby 
                  with Kent W. Libby and me.



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    1. Thank you, Benning. I'm so thankful I grew up where I did with such teaching and understanding from home and village.
      Sending smiles ~
      M Sue

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  2. Beautiful Marilyn Sue. What a tribute.
    April

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    1. Thank you, my Friend. So much I remember! We lived inside one corner of a "T" in the road. Across the road, either way, sat a general store; one held the post office, the other was newer and was the best for ice cream cones! The ladies (operator/owners) knew I was particularly fond of vanilla unless peach was in season; when that occurred, though I was still preschool or just a beginner, they would be sure to let me know I had a definite choice that day! Happy memories ~
      Sending smiles ~
      Marilyn Sue

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