Our granddaughter Emily brought home the GOLD today in the state of Indiana. It's sponsored by the Indiana Music Association called, "State Solo and Ensemble" for the best of the best music students. She won for her clarinet solo "Arabesques". Her Dad, our son, who is a musician himself, said it was a very hard piece that she will probably use for college auditions.
One evening we were watching something on television in the presence of some of our children. Our country's enemy was burning a flag of his own country. "It has been desecrated", he said.
I said to my family; I remember when I was a young girl, probably in the fifth or sixth grade, I was a school patrol. Everyday we would raise the flag up the flag pole, and lower it at the close of the school day. We never put it out in the rain, and if it started raining during the day we would scamper out and take it down. We were instructed to never, ever let it touch the ground, and if it did we would have to burn it. I was afraid it would slip from my hand and touch the ground. We were so careful, and folded it just as carefully. We took our responsibility very serious. It was almost like breaking the rules was a mortal sin.
We learned patriotism in school. We learned to honor God and Country. We had little school plays with costumes made from crepe paper. They honored communities, and country. We learned "Yankee Doodle Dandy", "Dixie", "The Church in the Valley by the Wild-wood", America the Beautiful", "My Country Tis of Thee", and our National Anthem. We stood every morning and pledged our allegiance to the flag, and recited the "Lord's Prayer". We had a devotional time, and the teacher read a portion from the Bible to us .
This was a public school .
In the third grade we memorized the 23rd Psalm, and the 100th Psalm. I learned them and can still recite them, even though I can't remember what I read yesterday.
When I was in high school they put the words, "under God" in the pledge. Now some groups are trying to remove it.
Our schools are not teaching this patriotism anymore. I believe we've gotten to the point we're so afraid we'll offend someone of another country, race or religion that these things aren't taught. Well, so you know what? I'm offended! So much emphasis is put on political correctness, that our children suffer and it spills over into our colleges and our communities.
We still believe in being patriotic. My husband was born June 14th, Flag Day. He says in jest, "When I was born they hung the American Flag out". He has his own flag pole in front of our house that was given to him as a birthday present. He puts his flag out in the morning and takes it down in the evening, and he never puts it out in the rain. GOD BLESS AMERICA
My Dear and I have finally become great. We already felt great, but now we're really great. Our first great- grandson was born on June 19th. He is a handsome boy, named Kullen Douglas Poag. This is his trip home picture.
Growing up on a farm I learned so many lessons that have helped me through life. During Harvest Time, we worked from can't to can't as the old saying goes. That just means getting in the fields so early you couldn't see, and staying until dark, and you couldn't see. At the end of the day after the field hands finished, we loaded our truck down with the fruit of our labors and off to the Produce Market in Tampa, Florida we went. We would back our truck in, and buyers would say, "Sumner is here." The restaurant owners, grocery store buyers, and others bought our produce. Our beans usually sold out first, so we got to go home first. There was a very good reason for this.
In the fields after we finished picking a bushel of beans we'd carry it to Dad and he would shake it down good, and it would usually hold another bucket full. Word got around on the market that you got more beans for your money if you bought Sumner's beans. I don't know if he knew this Bible verse or not, but I think of it often. The scripture being: Luke 6:38--Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
Here's a collage of pictures in Virginia. Their sub-division light all of the streets with luminaries to light the way for santa. That's why a lot of the pictures are dark. I did work on them a bit with an editing program.