Memorial Day Memoirs by Readers
Since honoring others is my passion, it’s my pleasure this afternoon to honor two readers and their loved ones by posting their heartfelt responses to The Story Woman’s request for memoirs this morning that pay tribute to fallen heroes who died to keep us free.
#1
As a young boy sitting on Uncle’s lap
My mind was blown as he took me back
With tales of men of valor who
Fought with him in World War II.
My mind was blown as he took me back
With tales of men of valor who
Fought with him in World War II.
Young men, scared men, hearts pounding, guts clenched-
Pushing forward on the front as comrades fell in blood drenched.
Pushing forward on the front as comrades fell in blood drenched.
The highest prize was at stake,
Our freedom a tyrant wanted to take-
But courageous hearts of those who would be free-
Enough to lay down their lives if need be,
Our freedom a tyrant wanted to take-
But courageous hearts of those who would be free-
Enough to lay down their lives if need be,
They fought through the terror, the horror of that war
They brought down the giant who would have made us his whore.
They brought down the giant who would have made us his whore.
My Uncle told stories that no one should have to hear
Let alone to have lived them, he often said with a tear.
Many never made it back to their families and homeland
Some made it back missing arms, legs and hands.
Let alone to have lived them, he often said with a tear.
Many never made it back to their families and homeland
Some made it back missing arms, legs and hands.
I’ll never forget what brave souls did for me
They cried and they died so you and I could be free.
By Marvin D. Wilson
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They cried and they died so you and I could be free.
By Marvin D. Wilson
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#2 “The Day Daddy Went to War”
On a strangely sunny December day, I rode on Daddy’s shoulders as he walked along the sand, heading for the sea. He had strong, gentle hands and wavy hair that shone with a blue iridescence when the sun hit it as only black hair can. He had olive skin, chalk-blue eyes in which a light of hope always shone, and a basso musical voice that made words sound like songs. “You have such a handsome face, you ought to be in pictures,” his friends would say.
He called me his little Monk because I was so agile-the world was my gymnasium-before the rheumatic fever turned me into a falling-down girl.
Soon we would be skimming the waves, or he would pretend to be a whale by lying on his back and spitting water out of his mouth, straight up. Mom searched for a place to spread our picnic blanket, stopping to pick up pink shells the size of thumbnails and an occasional sand dollar or star fish.
“Major Ribbel.”
By Ann Seymour
Links to blogs: Marvin D. Wilson and Ann Seymour
HONOR OTHERS BY WRITING BIO-VIGNETTES THAT PAY TRIBUTE TO THEIR SOULS
Ann and Marvin, WordPress would not take the appropriate spaces I attempted many times to put in between stanzas and paragraphs, so sorry the form is a bit off.
It reads fine the way it came out, Lynn. Thanks for posting this – I had no idea!
Ann, really enjoyed yours also.
You’re welcome. Always love your words!
Apart from following the marvelous Story Woman, I would like to have a blog on Wordpress, also. Could someone send me the right link so I could set up one. Have been navigating aroud the website without much luck. Thanks, Ann Seymour
Ann, I wish I could be of help. My webmaster for my site added the WordPress to it for my blog, so I don’t know how to go direct, but I will try to find the link for you…
Ann, I copied this from the dashboard side of my blog, so one would think this should do it! http://codex.wordpress.org/Main_Page