In Canada, Remembrance Day. Even though we have no vets in the family, I always took my boys to the cenotaph for the 11 a.m. ceremony. This is a very good post indeed, Sarah. Thank you!
Thank *you,* Alison. I've gone to many, many ceremonies for veterans in my lifetime and I think it's important, especially for children. (To this day I never fail to choke up when vets are asked to stand to be recognized during regular old events, like baseball games and local concerts, maybe because most of the people in my family get on their feet. My husband absolutely hates being thanked for his service so I am careful when doing that, if ever, but I still always want to honor them, if I can.)
Was just poking around facebook, and seeing posts from my friend, Kelly Thompson, who came from generations of military, and was the first woman in her family to go into the services. Her memoir "Girls Need Not Apply" is excellent. Not for young uns, obviously, but very good.
For me, the moment the bag pipes go off, I'm teary. Oh my. Human life.
My grandmother was the first woman in her county to enlist in the Women's Army Corps in WWII. She is a big reader and might like this book -- I'll check it out. Thanks!
❤️ Thanks for this. Also, this from your opening really snagged me, in a good way. "What if bringing forth our own sweetness is something we choose, not only to survive — though there’s that — but simply because the sweetness is its own kind of succor, relief, and reward?" Yea, this!
In Canada, Remembrance Day. Even though we have no vets in the family, I always took my boys to the cenotaph for the 11 a.m. ceremony. This is a very good post indeed, Sarah. Thank you!
Thank *you,* Alison. I've gone to many, many ceremonies for veterans in my lifetime and I think it's important, especially for children. (To this day I never fail to choke up when vets are asked to stand to be recognized during regular old events, like baseball games and local concerts, maybe because most of the people in my family get on their feet. My husband absolutely hates being thanked for his service so I am careful when doing that, if ever, but I still always want to honor them, if I can.)
Was just poking around facebook, and seeing posts from my friend, Kelly Thompson, who came from generations of military, and was the first woman in her family to go into the services. Her memoir "Girls Need Not Apply" is excellent. Not for young uns, obviously, but very good.
For me, the moment the bag pipes go off, I'm teary. Oh my. Human life.
My grandmother was the first woman in her county to enlist in the Women's Army Corps in WWII. She is a big reader and might like this book -- I'll check it out. Thanks!
❤️ Thanks for this. Also, this from your opening really snagged me, in a good way. "What if bringing forth our own sweetness is something we choose, not only to survive — though there’s that — but simply because the sweetness is its own kind of succor, relief, and reward?" Yea, this!