Memorial Day 2013 - Please Remember

An older gentleman came into our office and wanted to share a story and a couple of pictures. We listened to him tell of how his buddy was shot in Korea. They were walking with our national flag in a procession and the man carrying the flag just a few feet from him was shot by sniper fire that went through his chest and out his kidney area. He twirled around 3 times waiting for someone to take the flag before he dropped. He did not want the flag to touch the ground. His buddies rushed to his side and applied bandages and pressure (3 fully soaked in all) to his wounds until the emergency helicopter arrived. He showed us 2 worn black and white photos of the men around him and the helicopter. I asked if the man lived and he said "yes". I asked why didn't the sniper keep shooting and if they were afraid they would get shot? He said that snipers usually shot once and fled. They never knew when a sniper would shoot. They did not think about getting shot, but only of saving their friend. Then he said that it was a terrible shame that we work on Memorial Day.  The gentleman was afraid that we will forget to honor our fallen heroes and really understand what a sacrifice they made for us. He is afraid our generation and generations to come may forget and in a way he felt responsible.  He was making it his duty to make sure we did not forget all servicemen that have fought and fallen for our freedom.  I do not know who this man is but he made his point.  Every Memorial Day, I will think of him and his buddy that got shot. I will see his face with so much anguish and determination and know how important this day is!  I had never really heard any war stories from personal relatives or friends. Thank you for coming by this Memorial Day and reminding us of the significance and ultimate sacrifice paid for our freedom!

 

 

 

National Museum of the Pacific War in Fredericksburg, TX in May 2013

 

One Day of Many

There is a 2-1/2 mile trail along Lanana Creek that winds through Nacogdoches where citizens and students walk, jog, and ride bikes.  It is shaded by a canopy of trees and plant life with boardwalks and dirt trails.  Today, there were beautiful purple flowers and large clover covering the ground.  I only walked a half mile and did not see the entire trail, but it was enough to inspire my writing and photography ambitions for a short time.  I noticed a tree with holes around the trunk and wondered if birds had made those.  When I touched it, I disturbed a few gnats that flew around my hands before lighting back on the trunk.  A wicked looking wasp buzzed around further up the trunk.  I heard machinery ahead and thought that it sounded like a hundred busy beehives, but it was only mowers cutting the grass and sprucing up the old cemetery at Park Street.  I turned around to walk back.  I was not really alone.  Every once in a while a jogger would pass.  A man came out of the woods ahead of me and started running to catch up to his friend who I had already passed on the trail.  I surprised a cardinal in the bush and watched as he hopped from branch to branch.  As I am leaving the trail a young man and little boy pass by.  The little boy waves and he smiles.  I waved back. How momentarily pleasant!

Feeling Blue

One day, some day, I will share this post.... my first "feeling blue" in San Augustine post.... I am overwhelmed with grief over the tragedy in Japan that unfolds new developments every hour, overwhelmed by friends that have been stricken with illnesses where their time in this life is closer coming to an end, and overwhelmed with extra duties and seemly unobtainable deadlines at work, and the death of a valuable, loved, honorable, and wise man whose life held history, fun, love, wisdom, and courage that is now a memory and will never be added to again who left behind a wife of 63 years and sons and daughters to carry on. Young men go off to serve their country leaving behind worried parents and friends and some never return. Why must these things happen? ...suffering. I am a fixer, but I cannot fix any of this. Thinking also that one day, we will all suffer a similar fate. I am not so worried about me, but the people that will grieve because of a loved one's suffering and my own. Knowing that I brought children in this world, that have a death sentence, also. Is living worth dying for?

I was hoping to have an answer before I published this.  Instead, I have only opened up more questions.  It seems that living one day at a time, having hope in an eternal life, enjoying each moment on earth we are given, and taking time for relaxing and taking care of yourself are all that I can come up with.  We will know all the answers by and by.

How many countless people have felt the same way, asked the similar questions down through the ages? The fact is we were born into existence with a natural will to survive and to work and mingle together. How we choose to live our lives makes it what it is. Sure we are going to die, but what are we going to do in the meantime? What legacy will we leave the ones dearest to our hearts? How will we teach our children to live nobly and prepare them for the life after. There is a life hereafter, there is a higher power, and none of this is a mistake.

I wrote this a year or so ago and was too disturbed to actually publish it. Since then I have watched the Japanese people work together to overcome their hardships, prayers for friends have been answered, and more reflection has given me hope that God still works in mysterious ways, we will know all the answers by and by, and God has left us a Comforter who helps us in this life on earth showing us joy, hope, and peace until Jesus comes. 

Beep! Beep!

Beep! Beep!  I saw a road runner today.  It ran across FM 1750 in front of my car.  I was amazed that I was actually seeing a real version of a road runner and not the cartoon version.  I feel that I could just yell "Hey wait, I want to ask you something", "Why are you so mean to that coyote"?  Why can't you just be friends?"  This road runner had the same comical sprint, long legs, and distinctive shaggy head as the cartoon one.  I thought road runners lived mostly in dry areas like Central and West Texas and New Mexico.  In fact, it is the state bird of New Mexico.  They eat mostly meat and are famous for catching and eating snakes like the rattlesnake because they are so fast.  They run at speeds of 15 to 20 miles an hour.  The Piney Woods of East Texas has many hidden treasures including the fast and famous Great Road Runner.  Sorry not enough time to get pictures this time. 

Winds of Change

I have moved... away from San Augustine. I still travel in that area for work and visiting family, but it is no longer where I live. So what is to become of this blog? Do I change the name? Do I start a new one?

I am still having adventures, but my daily routine and surroundings have changed. I now live in Nacogdoches and it is beautiful and it is home. We went through the process of building a new home... and all that goes with that including packing and moving. This evening, I saw several deer going through my back yard. We live near the beautiful Lanana Creek that winds through the city near Stephen F. Austin making a wonderful walking trail for hiking and exploring. There are lots of restaurants and stores and churches. I take back roads through East Texas to work and sometimes see the refreshing morning sun and the evening hues of the setting sun on the pastures and hills around Etoile and Wooden.

We are in the midst of a drought and we have all been praying for rain and lots of it. The waters around East Texas have receded in just about every creek, lake, and riverbed. You can now walk and explore areas that until recently were covered with water. The heat index has been as high as 115 degrees. It is amazing how rich grasslands have sprung up under the bridges and shorelines of what was once the Toledo Bend Lake, Sam Rayburn Lake, and City Lake, San Augustine's water reservoir. I am anxious to get pictures and search for arrowheads soon, because this too will pass and I know changes will bring the much needed rain.

Kite Flying Nacogdoches-style

As a kid, I would stare up in the sky watching the clouds drift by and think about what it would be like as a bird riding the wind for hours and watch the earth below. I imagined a silent world with only wind in my ears.

Today we attended the Family Kite Flying event at the small Nacogdoches Airport grounds. As we drove up, I first noticed the huge long catepillar kite swaying gently in the wind. It was tied to the bumper of a jeep and received a little extra lift from another kite flying higher above it. The catepillar kite seemed alive as it descended slowly and swayed back up with the breeze, its legs bouncing along with the change.

There were other kites, small and large. The kids were having the best time and the greater success at keeping their kites in the air. We on the otherhand, gave up after several tries with our kite. At first we thought it needed a tail, then we thought the tail was not long enough, then perhaps the tail was too heavy. Jeff patiently tried every possible combination of preparing our kite for lift off, only to have it bank to the left and dive right to the ground. It is an old kite. We saved it from older days--pre-hurricane times. We enjoyed watching the colorful toy story, owl, panda, flying saucer, and other kites riding the wind. There was also colorul flags, face painting, races, snow cones, and music.

What is my fascination with kite flying? I think maybe it my way of enjoying flying, but still being firmly planted on the ground.

Mayhaws Are Falling!

My late father-in-law planted 5 Mayhaw trees near the shores of Toledo Bend Lake. Mayhaws resemble cranberries and are said to taste like crabapples. They are native to this area growing best in moist, but well draining soil, along creek beds and wetlands . They have a beautiful white flower canopy in February and make its small red fruit in April and May. For the last 3 years, we have helped gather in the fruit and have learned to make Mayhaw Jelly. Gathering the small fruit can be an impossible task, but we learned from our parents. We took tarps and laid them out overlapping them and holding them down from the blowing winds with cut firewood as the pictures show. We pull the tarps tight and wait for the berries to fall. This was our task today-- to lay down the tarps. The berries are already red and falling to the ground. After we were done, I could not resist gently shaking all the limbs, knocking down ripe red berries all over the tarps. Then I swept them up and used a dust pan to gather them and put them in a bucket for washing. After 2 to 3 washings, we will freeze the berries until winter when it is a warm and rewarding task to boil the fruit down and make jelly. There is nothing like your own Mayhaw Jelly on a hot homemade buttery biscuit!

Fun in the Sun at Ellen Trout Zoo

Peacocks are the most beautiful birds ever! The best place to watch and experience the wonder of peacocks is the Ellen Trout Zoo in Lufkin, TX about an hour drive from San Augustine. It has been a few weeks since I have been able to venture out. So the first beautiful sunny day we have had in a few weeks, we decided to soak up some vitamin D and do something that makes us both happy. Jeff loves to carry the camera bag, and I love animals and taking pictures. No really! Jeff loves carrying the camera bag and helping me change out lenses. The peacocks roam freely about the zoo mostly near the flamingo area. I watched as they gobbled up fallen popcorn and chased each other around and around and around a small tree. To my amazement, one opened his feathers in a magical fan right near me while I was taking pictures of him. Their feathers are so brilliant and colorful, the perfect colors of green and blue.

The zoo also houses many other types of birds and animals large and small. As I walked the shaded trails around the enclosures, ponds, and waterfalls, I thought about how even in the heat of summer this would be a nice place to visit. There is a miniature train that crosses a large pond and back again driven by a gentlemen in overalls and a railroad engineer hat. The river otters had a playful swim, the bobcat enjoyed straddling a tree branch, the porcupines demonstrated their prickly quills, giraffes shyly rubbed a tree, and the rhinoceros embarrassed us all. That is all I am going to say about that, except that I am glad I am not a rhinoceros. They look so large (2 to 3 tons), and uncomfortable.

Adding breakfast at IHop, we made this a wonderful day to remember!

City Girl

How could I forget to tell you about City Girl? Where do I begin? She is the sweetest and luckiest stray that ever was. She was adopted by folks at the City Hall. As you can see from her tag, and her pudge that she is well taken care of. On this day, she was visiting folks down at the Sassafras Festival. She followed me while I walked down Columbia. I sat down on a nearby bench to pet her and she sat down right beside me as if she were human. She scooted next to me and wanted to shake my hand. She also discouraged me from leaving with that paw and leaning on me. She never meets a stranger. I think that bench is one of her regular stops when she roams the town. Everyone knows her and loves her. You can find her most of the time right at San Augustine City Hall near her bed and food bowl. I have been here over 2 years and she is definitely an icon in San Augustine. What a lucky pooch!

Miss Merry Christmas Pageant

I recently attended the Miss Merry Christmas Pageant at the historical San Augustine Theater on the square sponsored by the Chamber of Commerce. The director, TC, asked me to be the auditor and asked Jeff to be another watchful eye at the back door. My thoughts were that I could watch and get a feel for pageantry and maybe look at some possible picture taking for future reference and do some community service with my husband. The competition began and the judges passed their sheets to me after each contestant finished their walk and every few minutes, more sheets were passed my way. I put the scores down across rows and columns, adding and double-checking my figures as the pageant continued. When all the contestants were finished, I still had work to do. I stopped and realized that I had missed just about every contestant walking through and barely heard any comments or watched any picture taking until after all was done. I was the auditor! What an awesome, important, and busy job. I learned so much from this experience. So much work and thought goes into an event like this from the contestants, sponsors, parents, organizers, and volunteers. It is not just a fun event for everyone in attendance; there are lessons to learn from joys to disappointments, to overcoming faults, and working towards a worthy goal, being true and committed. Also, who knows who will win and what the numbers will say about a contestant. The numbers decided the winner. Each little thing a contestant does can be seen in different ways by different people. The dress, the poise, the confidence, the knowledge, the service, the age, the beauty, the smile (really important) -- so many things are being considered for a winner. I think everyone would agree that they are all winners for having what it takes to get to this point. I did hear the reigning queen explain in her outgoing speech that when she won, she suddenly realized she was a role model and so she started acting like a role model. As she graciously set the crown on the head of the next Merry Christmas Queen, her confidence and inner beauty shown brightly for all the other contestants to see. She would get to keep her tiara and continue to be a beauty queen and role model the rest of her life.

Judging a Pumpkin Contest

I was honored to be asked to judge West Sabine Elementary's Pumpkin Decorating Contest. My job at the school does not mean that I know all the kids that attend there. In fact, I do not know any of their names or grade levels (maybe one or two of them). They are all sweet darlings as far as I can tell. Well, enough of that. The point is I would be an unbiased judge and an asset to the contest. I took this task seriously and wanted to judge fairly. I did not realize how hard it is to be a judge. You could tell how hard the kids worked and how creative they are! You want them all to win! Thankfully, I was not the only judge. Not sure who won because I was not around for the announcements... my job keeps me going all over the district sometimes. The point is this was fun for the kids, a creative outlet, a friendly competition, and I was given a container of delicious oatmeal cookies as a thank you gift for my part. Yum! Seriously, I am greatful and honored to be asked to judge this important event and to be a part of West Sabine Elementary's educational festive pumpkin day! Thanks, Mrs. C! Here are a few of the wonderfully decorated pumpkins!

The 20th Annual Sassafras Festival

Oh, the excitement of Fall and Fall Festivals! Especially the 20th Annual Sassafras Festival in San Augustine taking place right on the town’s historic city square. There was live music, delicious food, vendors that sell their crafts and homemade goodies, wheel chair races, antique car show, pet parade, and the always exciting Bonnie and Clyde bank robbery reenactment. The Sassafras Festival is definitely unique in this area and I have enjoyed attending and taking lots of pictures.

I was invited by one of the bank robbers the day before to get close in for pictures. (I guess that would make me an accessory to a federal crime if this had been the real deal.) He explained the plans and gave me some ideas of where to stand. The actors really outdid their selves this year with a little longer version and some extras. Lots of gun toting, shooting, gun smoke, and hostages--too many to fit in the getaway car.)

This year I entered the photography contest again and won several ribbons for my work. It is always nice to be recognized. The court house reconstruction was complete just in time, and is a beautiful landmark of green and stone making the city more proud and alive than ever. At the festival, I always see friends and enjoy meeting new people and discovering something new about this city that I did not know before. My special thanks to Devon Energy for your sponsorship, the San Augustine Chamber of Commerce for organizing this year after year, and for all the volunteers and participants that made such a wonderful day for our community and visitors.

When the lights go out ...

Did I mention that many people in this area have generators to keep their lights on when the power fails? We do not, of course. Tonight a powerful storm came through blowing limbs and leaves and maybe some hail. I was visiting a friend in our subdivision at the time. My husband was out of town on business and I was alone. Our lights flickered off and did not come back on. I remembered a small flashlight in my purse which we used to navigate out of our neighbor’s house and back to the car. We drove in the rain to our own homes. I lit three decorative soy candles that I saved for such an occasion; then called City Hall to let them know that our neighbor and I were without power. I called and checked on our neighbor to make sure she found flashlights or candles and made sure she was ok.

Now what? I called my husband (as if he could do anything.) Now what? I am alone… and for how long. Now is the time when all those scary movies you watch could take control. Thank goodness, I do not watch scary movies. Although, I did catch my reflection in a glass framed picture as I was coming down the hall holding a candle and just about jumped out of my skin! Hssss! Oops! I stepped on the cat! Sorry!

I like to be productive no matter what the circumstance and if I just wait for the lights, I will start imagining things. So I decided to take pictures… of the candles… of the flames specifically. I practiced with three different lenses, and at different settings, with a support, covering the flash with my hand, no flash, and with the flash. The flame was a glow on most shots. It was pretty, but my goal was to get that flicker. I need to research that. However, at this point and time I do not have Internet. So I think to myself that I do have battery power on this laptop, so I could write about this dark, dark experience.

I hear voices outside, dogs barking, and generators running in different areas of the subdivision (but not at my house). There is thunder and lightning, but the wind and rain has slowed. The flame flickers so silently beside me and smells of Warm Cinnamon Pumpkin...

I have decided that the best way to get the flame on a candle is with my long lens zoomed all the way up close and using the flash. What do you think?

Yet there is something to be said for the glow of a candle flame.

The lights are still out. I will call my neighbor again and check on her. Thanks for listening. I am sure I will be ok. I will play spider solitaire until my battery runs down. Goodnight all.

Canoeing the Attoyac

Labor Day in San Augustine... a day to ask what is more important? Work or play? Play today, of course! Jeff and I loaded the canoe on the trailer, checked the weather, packed some sunscreen, drinks, and life vests and decided to explore the Attoyac River near Etoile.

After leaving the launch area near the bridge, we maneuvered out of the cut into the river and began our journey. It was a calm day, the sun shone bright on our backs, and the temperature was 91 degrees. The water was brown from the recent rains. We investigated patches of lily pads that were in bloom with large beautiful yellow Water Lotus, and some had dropped their petals and left the center pod sturdy on the stalk. Further down there were Water Hyacinths, purple with a yellow eye on each petal. Once in awhile a fish would break the water or turtle slide from a log. A bird with a long neck hid under the water, until we passed. I did not see a snake or alligator, although some fellow paddlers did warn us about some ahead.

Jeff and I paddled slowly upriver, watching behind us so we would recognize which path to follow back to the boat launch area. He warned me about the dangerous mythical Kraken, a monster, that lives in the seas, rivers and bayous around us, assuring me the only way we could turn the boat over was if they suddenly appeared and attacked us. Jeff also contemplated the use of solar panels to create energy to power a motor for our canoe, considering how they would be mounted and how much power it would produce. He also wondered if an A&W Root Beer can would float on a lily pad. I daydreamed about explorers before us, like maybe the native Indians who may have used the little river for transportation or hunting. I always wondered if there were some areas of the world where no man has ever set foot, such as the little islands that get covered with water when the river rises. There were ducks and egrets all around. The highway sounds got further and further away. The only insects were the little black Whirligig Beetles moving feverishly along the top of the water.

We watched our time and decided to go a little further to see what was around the bend, and again to see what was around the next bend, and the next. Then I looked up and saw the dark clouds. A storm was brewing and after looking at the entire sky, we decided it was brewing fast and we needed to head back even faster. We paddled vigorously for about 45 minutes resting very little and battled the wind produced by the the storm a good bit of the way. I did not want to get caught in lightening or have to wait it out on an uninviting river bank. Refreshing rain began to fall on us close to the end of our journey; there was never any thunder or lightning; and thankfully, the Kraken never showed the light of day!

Thanks to Jeff, my husband, for being patient and paddling me around on a second canoe trip to the Attoyac so I could take so many pictures. And if you are wondering, we took our soda can back with us and did not leave it on the lily pad. :)

The ants go marching...

Today I am free! It is Friday and I am not at work. I am home doing home things. Love it. One thing I did was play with my cat, Heidi. While doing laundry, I watched her and Maggie run around the house chasing each other and having a good time. I would stomp my feet at the cat and she would take off, jump on the couch, climb through the columns in the wall to the dining area and land on the back of the recliner. Looked like fun to me! When I approached, she would flatten herself out on the carpet like a pancake and I scratched her soft furry ears. Suddenly, she lost interest and ran to the patio doors. I followed and layed on the carpet beside her trying to figure out what she saw that made her so interested. The only thing moving was a steady stream of little marching ants covering the bricks around our little patio. Then one ant broke the line and moved toward us. It climbed over leaves and bumped into bird seed and sunflower seed shells from the bird feeder. Other ants quickly followed. I looked for the trail that might lead into our house, but did not see one. More ants kept coming and soon there was a pile of them going in circles around the seed shells. Then, an ant wandered right to the threshold of our patio doors. I jumped up and decided it was time to sweep away the quickly coming onslaught of ants. Now what was I doing before all this? Ah yes, laundry.