We have big plans centered around the true meaning of what Memorial Day was originally intended to be when started in 1868. We will first take the Little Buckaroo’s over to the Park because there is a new military display which includes Big Buckaroo’s Papaw’s WWII uniform. Big Buckaroo’s Papaw was the greatest influence in his life and primarily raised him, he was a man who walked with integrity and I am so proud that my husband is so much like him. This will be a wonderful opportunity to tell the Buckaroo’s about the many sacrifices of the men and women of the US military that allows us to have freedom in the greatest country in the world. Next, we have a schoolhouse at the Park whose rope is broken on the flag pole. Big Buckaroo and Little Buckaroo will replace it and raise a brand new flag. I think I might be getting a hang of this home school thing, Little Buckaroo loves learning this way and it is pretty fun for us too.
Then, we are having our good friends over who are our “family” here and we will cook out some burgers and fellowship with them. I think I might stay in the air conditioning, hey, someone has to prepare food and the table, I know a cop out, but hey, it is getting humid around here.
So, on this Memorial Day, remember while you are getting ready for your cookout to take time to remember all of the fallen heroes who have died in the service of our country. I also want to thank all of the people who have and are serving our country and helping to keep it safe for me, my family, and all U.S. citizens.
I want to leave you with this extraordinary quote by Theodore Roosevelt that hangs in our home:
“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
“Citizenship in a Republic,”
Speech at the Sorbonne, Paris, April 23, 1910
May God Bless America,
The Park Wife