Sunday, May 30, 2010

To Honor Your Service

My daughter lives out of state and she was able to visit the cemetery and put flowers on the graves of her grandfather and great-grandfather.

  Memorial day1 Memorial Daye

dad3  This is my father-in-law who served in Vietnam. He was a good man an passed many great traits down to my dear husband. My children never had a chance to know their Grandpa Pulsipher, but someday they will.

Project91This is my grandpa Petersen. He was in the Navy in Los Angeles during WWII. He was a good man and a great companion to my grandma. It was a nice tribute to visit the cemetery and remember and honor them, even though we know they aren’t there. They have gone ahead to reunite with loved ones and wait for those of us to follow.


Jon and Lynnae Dining Out 2

This is my husband and I in 1988. My husband followed in his fathers footsteps, joining the Air Force just after high school graduation. We were married less than two years later while he served in Japan. I have a deep respect for those in the service and their families.

Thank You !


Tuesday, May 18, 2010

A Cry for Freedom from Venezuela

Today I am linking to the blog of a young woman living under the Chavez regime.

Please visit ‘The End of Venezuela As I Know It’ . I know my readers aren’t the ones that need to hear it, but I wish more Americans would take the time to glimpse a little further down the road that we are headed in if we don’t change direction. It is easier to preserve the freedoms while we have them than to let them slip away and fight to regain them.


Friday, May 7, 2010

Vlademir Lenin and I

When a little girl plays house it’s all fun. You get to clink your tea set and lay your dolly in the cradle, yet you can drop it all and run out to play whenever you want.

You can do this because there is a mommy around to put the toys away and dredge up the gooey cracker crumbs from dolly’s mouth.  Someone makes it all possible and someone cleans up the mess.

This musing comes as a result of visiting a famous statue of Vlademir Lenin on a street corner in Freemont in Seattle, Washington.

Lenin statue The statue was originally erected in Czeckoslovakia, in collaboration with the Russians, but was quietly taken down after the revolution. An English teacher from Issaquah, Washington, found it is a refuse pile (dustheap of history???) and purchased it to bring to the states. More of the story can be read here.

Now the perpetual children in Freemont can hang out in groovy coffee shops paying extra for their organic brew, professing the sensitivity and good intentions of socialism, and even communism, and turn a blind eye to the atrocious results of those systems, because they were lucky enough to be born in a land of freedom and entrepreneurs, a justice structure and a Bill of Rights.

I have heard people spit out the word ‘Capitalism’ as if it were a slur, while they enjoy the rewards of it every day.

Capitalists don’t get rich on their own. Yes, they dream big and they take risks, but in order to expand their dreams and be productive they need people. They train workers, they purchase land, they build. They scoop up in their wake others who need a steady income, who try to be dependable though they might not have the genius, strength, or desire to start a company of their own.

Redistribution of wealth does not create wealth. It never has and never will.

Not that wealth is the most important thing. It is merely a side effect of FREEDOM.