

On this day of family picnics, and fireworks and joy, take just a few minutes to say thanks for the privilage of being an American. Most of us have never lived anywhere else, and especially not in a third world country where our freedom and liberties are unheard of. Life is not perfect in America, but it the only place I would ever want to be. With the majestic landscapes, from ocean shores to rocky mountains, to wind swept prairies to rolling hills – there is no place like home.
Unless you are a native American, your family once came from somewhere else. Perhaps it was just a generation ago . . . or perhaps like my family, you have been hear since this all began in 1776. My father’s family first arrived in America on Nov. 9, 1738. They sailed on a ship called the “Charming Nancy” and they only spoke German. It took over a hundred years for my mother’s family to make it to the “new world” from Sweden in mid 1850’s. Eventually both families ended up in Ohio and two families merged into one, the first mix of nationalities when my parents married in 1940.
I was fortunate to grow up on the same land that my father, and grandfather and great-grandfather lived on. My neighbors were my cousins and life was a simpler time. Now only one family member lives on the family homestead, that is soon to fall out of the family forever. It saddens me to know that part of our history will be gone. But we are more than “Boardmanites” or Ohioians, we are Americans.
I am one of those people who can’t sing the Star Spangled Banner because of the lump in my throat. I stand when our flag passes me in a parade , and I put my hand over my heart. I understand the sacrifice that hundred of thousands of men and women have paid since 1776 to give us the country we have today. No, it’s not perfect and as long as we have humans in all our frailties, it will never be perfect . . . but This is MY Country, Land that I Love.
Remember those that gave their lives for our freedom today. And take a minute to pause for the other types of heroes as well . . . the first responders, the police, the paramedics, the fireman —- ah, the fireman. While you re splashing on the beach, or clapping to the high school marching band, say a little prayer for the families of the 19 fireman that lost their life in the Arizona fires.
Then laugh from your belly, sing a little more in key, clap your hands a little louder and ooh and ahh at every firework, and say “Thanks for letting me be an American.”
Have fun and stay safe.
On this Memorial Day, I need to take pause to reflect on the many blessings we have here in the United States because of the men and women who were willing to give it all, including their lives for our freedom. Many times I do not agree with what is happening in our country or how things are being run, but we have the right here to speak up and say those things. Many people in many countries on this big earth do not have that option. Freedom is not free. It is paid for dearly by the men and women in the Armed Forces. Thank you to the fallen. Thank you to the survivors.
I also want to thank those that made it back alive, some in one piece, and some just back. If you know something that served, take a moment to say thanks. There are others that also serve to keep us safe, our police, fire, first responders and those serving in the FBI, CIA and Homeland Security. On this Memorial Day, I believe it is right to also say thanks to them as well. Some of them also gave the ultimate sacrifice.
My husband served for twenty four years in the Army, was Special Forces in Vietnam and was one of the lucky ones that made it home. Our grandson, Ian said Grandpa Tai is his hero. He is mine as well. Thank you Tai, I love you.