Mother's Day.....and thoughts......

My Mom...... never allowed me to call her 'Mother', has been in Heaven for 'bout two years.

My Dad, the Sar' Major....well, he's not doing so well. He's at about Ninety years old, and misses the absolute Love of his life.... her name is Barbara Pinkham Stevenson......

Thiers was a Love story for the ages.... I've had some sort of mote in my eye all day, and for some reason, well, my eyes seem to be leaking....

It's Mother's Day, my Mom is gone, and the Sar' Major is in the VA Hospital.....He doesn't want to be on this earth without his Bride..... and I can't fault that.

They met at a WWII street dance in Washington DC...... Remember that iconic photo of the Sailor kissing the young Lady?



Well, it started something like that, when a rather robust Marine Sergeant stepped in and claimed in no uncertain words, "EXCUSE Me, you are kissing my Wife.... Beat Feet!"

The Sailor, faced with an obviously agitated 'husband', did so.......

Then, the Woman who was to become my Mom, said to the Marine, "Why did you say that you were my Husband?"

He replied quite simply, "Well, Ma'am, I am going to marry you.."

And.....well, they did...and sixty years later.... I and my Baby Bro', Big Brother Mike and 2 sisters came into this world.....

Mom worked at the Pentagon all through the War, Dad was busy staying alive and helping the Japanese Army to meet their Maker........

The Sar' Major is horridly ill right now..... Prayers for his Peace would be highly appreciated....

Mom, I Love you, and give your photo a finger kiss every time I pass it. Dad....you know how I feel......

Love your Parents and let them know... you won't have them forever.

The Sar'Major and his Bride, in better times, when She was here.....



I gotta go now, got something in my eye.....

Wollf