The Roses and Thorns of Life

I have an unexplained connection to Anne Frank, ever since I was a little girl.   Last  night, while scanning through some obscure television channels, I happened upon “The Diary of Anne Frank.”   So, instead of the Tonys, I sat watching it again.   For some reason, there is compulsion to watch, to remember, it seems to come from the depths of memory or soul.   I wrote this blog a couple of years ago, but today is Anne’s birthday, a good day to share it again.

August 4, 1944 ~~ Anne Frank is captured.

Today’s blog breathes life into a memory stored for nearly half a century.
It is a moment I have never forgotten; it is “written” in my heart, perhaps the reason I write today.
It is the memory of a little girl and her mother who went to the local MacDonald’s for lunch one afternoon.

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The Roses and Thorns of Life

I have read several stories in the past weeks…..soldiers coming home.   No, not from Iraq, Afghanistan, but from WWII.

DNA has been the tool to identify remains long since decomposed into dust and bone.  It’s bittersweet.   Mothers and fathers who themselves have died, will not weep at a son’s gravesite.   Perhaps some nieces and nephews who never knew the boy……just the memory told to them before the last of his generation left this earth.

I have a farmhouse in Gettysburg.   Beneath the fields, many still remain unknown.   We now have monuments to remember those who fought, each thinking his side was right.   Sadly, those monuments are being torn down.   It is my hope that history’s truths, the ugly, the heroic, the rights, the wrongs, will always be taught and those who sacrificed will all be known in this way.  They gave so much…

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Erasing our history this Memorial Day…………….

The Roses and Thorns of Life

I took this photo yesterday in the cemetery……it was the only veteran’s marker I could find, walking throughout the grounds.

I was using my infrared camera at the time, hence the bleached out color effect.   But as I sit looking at this flag, it seems appropriate.

Our nation seems to be forgetting the blood that soaked the ground from our Civil War.   Whether you were Union or Confederate, your blood seeped the ground the same deep red, the marshes and creeks flowed the same crimson shade.

We think erasing monuments from the eyes of passersby will change our history.   It won’t.   Blood shed on both sides must be remembered…….We cannot wash its stain away by cleaning the ugly parts of our history.

Trying to cleanse that blood from our history won’t bring us all united closer under our flag, it will only bleach its honor for…

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Near my hometown in New Jersey,  lies a beautiful cemetery, Holy Cross in North Arlington.   It is a reverent place because it holds the remains of many, many veterans, some who came home only to be placed in its soil.   My Uncle was one of them.   He perished in the forests of the Ardenne, at the Battle of the Bulge.   He has a tiny stone, flat to the ground with his unit on it, surrounding him are many who died the same week………I wonder sometimes, if they were buddies then and now…….

The news reported yesterday that the Archdiocese of Newark has made the decision to remove all veterans’ markers placed at headstones.   A son had visited his dad and discovered it missing, questioned the cemetery and learned its surprising fate.  He found a marker in the garbage and placed it back on his father’s…

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p1140502Saturday in Gettysburg, was ParAmeriCon……a convention focusing on the various talents of women in the paranormal field.   Pictured above is me with my friend and fellow medium Cat.   A lot of spirits wandered around the 1863 Inn.   One nasty one, in particular, sought to use me as his electrical outlet.   I felt a surge of energy surround me like a cloak.   My friend Cat tried to intervene but was forcefully told to “butt out.”   I am still drained from that experience.   The best way to explain it to someone is “it is as if you have come down with the flu.”…….drained, cold, achy…….not pleasant.    The only other time I have felt such intense energy trying to come over my own being was at the Tillie Pierce House in Gettysburg years ago.   That was not pleasant either……and the time intense loving energy…

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Today, 1941……….Pearl Harbor.

My dad visited Pearl Harbor on board his Navy ship during the war.  He didn’t speak much about the war; regretfully, I didn’t prod him for more, although I would have liked to hear it all.  He didn’t like Hawaii…..maybe the island paradise doesn’t seem so heavenly when the threat of being killed looms over your head each day.

Before he left for duty, my dad sold his beloved car.  He told me he didn’t think he would be returning home again; he wanted to leave the money for his wife and baby.  Girls remember first loves, guys remember first cars.  My dad did come home, and his face filled with sadness as he told me how he wished his car was still waiting for him.

A lot of guys didn’t come home…..a lot of first car seats remained empty until sold.  A lot chairs at the dinner table…

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The Roses and Thorns of Life

If ever we needed a supermoon, now is the time.   Full Moons bring endings.   A lot of times, this ending concerns a feminine energy.

Perhaps this full moon will lay to rest all the division in our country.   It is time to face the realization that we have a President elect, we cannot go back and change election results.   If this were the case, several other men would have had to become President because of popular vote.

We cannot resurrect them; we cannot undo the past;  we can only face the future with unity and positive light……..May this brilliant supermoon cast a benevolent glow on our nation, with acceptance for who has now become our President elect.

If you are having trouble accepting this outcome or are filled with fear over our country’s path…..use the energy of this supermoon to help you let go and move…

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Uneducated…….that’s the word that stuck in my craw these past months.   I think a lot of Americans should be offended at that analogy.   It takes more than college to educate a man or woman.

On this day especially, let us remember all the countless brave soldiers who fought for our country and earned a degree on the GI bill.

So many of our corpsmen and medics joined the service without any “medical education.” But these brave….some of the bravest, men and women invented ways to help a soldier buy some time before hospital units were so close.

There was too much inference that people who didn’t fit in Fifth Avenue’s  white collar, college degree marketing data,  had less smarts…….

These citizens formed and still  continue to form the structure and morals of our nation….the hard working factory workers that slaved away in grimy factories, the immigrants who went…

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For Veterans” Day

The Roses and Thorns of Life

dadFrom early childhood, I have been fascinated by war.   As a young girl, I crept into my brothers’ bedroom and stole books about WWII…..While others were reading Nancy Drew, (I also had a full collection of those mysteries), I was immersed in stories of bomber pilots.  I grew up to own a Civil War historic farmhouse, where a Confederate General kept his headquarters.

Why has war followed me………….

I don’t know.   Well, yes I do.   I believe we all have pasts…….Past lives and existences.  When I was younger, a psychic told me my uncle was always beside me.   He died when he was 19, in the Ardennes Forest, at the Battle of the Bulge.

Is he?   I like to think so.   I have always remembered his memory, though I never knew him.  He was such a promising young boy….a mathematical genius, destined for West…

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On this day, in 1863, the South suffered a great loss.  For on this day, a brave and strong General, “strong as a stone wall,” succumbed to the after effects of friendly fire and pneumonia.

General Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson was a general of whom armies dream……one wonders where he would have led the Confederates if an accident of war had not taken his life.

If the words battle brought out the best of him could ever be understood, it was exemplified in the life of Jackson.   He intertwined his faith in God and his fierceness in battle tighter than any weave of cloth.   While others succumbed to the hardships of war, his health and vigor fed on the strife.

Until fate stepped in.

Strong in leadership and strong in faith, Stonewall died on the Sabbath, one thinks he had a hand in this and chose to meet his God on his day.

His final words, “Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees,” aptly apply for any army……either of the Confederacy or the army of God’s soldiers….. under both of which, he loyally served.

Honoring a General………..