Monday, July 25, 2016

Driving Tanks

Telling stories was part of our families' activities.   Uncle Gene had more than his share.  One of his favorite was driving tanks.  He explained a number of techniques, with his hands doing most of the talking.  Fort Knox was the location, and hitting bumps with your teeth grinding about was often the focus.  Now I knew that Fort Knox was the place that all that gold was supposed to be held...but tanks...well not real sure about this.  At any rate, one of the patches I came to own, past down to me from Uncle Gene, was the following.

The 6th Armored Division it is.  Some years later, my study revealed that this division was deactivated after WWII.  However, it was reactivated during the Korean War and was used primarily as a training organization.  In 1957 it was again deactivated.  Hum...driving tanks it must have been.  Fort Knox...well I guess George Patton might have something to say about that!

Thursday, July 7, 2016


This day, July 7, 2010, began my blogging adventures.  Six years it is!  As of today, there has been 316 posts, with 157,931 post visits.  There has been a total of 222 comments.  There has been folks from around the world [ 141 different countries from Albania to Zimbabwe ]  What a deal!  Can you believe it?  Happy  "BLOG - A - VERSARY"... now begins year 7.

Monday, July 4, 2016

The Eagle Has Landed

Happy 4th of July to all those who celebrate this day.  When those folks got together in Congress that day in 1776,  life... liberty... and the pursuit of happiness were self-evident truths.  

I can remember that each day in grade school, we began our class with a Bible reading, a prayer, and we would stand facing the Stars and Stripes with our right hand over our hearts saying:  " I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."  What a way to start the day.

Seems like I remember a story that when all those folks in Congress wanted to select a symbol for this new nations, old Ben Franklin suggested a turkey.  Good thing we chose to eat this bird on another celebrated day of the year.  At any rate, set off some fireworks, and remember these truths, and instead of the turkey...the Eagle has landed.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Childhood Collections

Uncle Gene had a great way of telling stories.  He often provided first hand illustrations to help communicate the often broad scope of his adventures.  Serving during the Koren War, he told many of his "army stories" giving first hand accounts of driving tanks and the like, which of course filled my attention span.  He had a collection of patches which he would present with a story, describing its origin and activity, often leaving my questions yet to be answered.  His military patch collection become one of my childhood favorites.  The following patch [shoulder sleeve insignia] caught my attention having recently rediscovered this childhood collection :

No stories arose from the many memories pertaining to this collection, so I had to check a few of my "adult" references.

The 3rd Armored Cavalry it turned out to be.  A regular Army unit on active duty with Headquarters at Fort Bliss, Texas.  My reference read "The green color and trumpet commemorate the original green facing of the uniform and its gold trumpet insignia (1846)".   The motto is recorded as coming from General Winfield Scott after seeing the Regimental colors raised over a captured stronghold... "Brave Rifles! Veterans! You have been baptized in fire and blood and have come out steel."

I can't imagine how Uncle Gene could have missed such a story, but this childhood collection is still telling them.

My reference : Shoulder Sleeve Insignia of The U.S. Army 1946 - 1989, by Richard W. Smith, first published 1978. (p. 12)

Sunday, May 1, 2016

By Any Other Name

The first day of May and all those "May Flowers" can officially arrive.  Here's some...

"May" by any other name would still be "May"...or was it the flowers shown above. [Old Wil sure had a way with words some 400 years ago.]  At any rate, the rose family (Rosaceae) consist of about 3000 species.  This species of flowers ranks high among those whose members contribute to the welfare and pleasure of mankind.  Various size, shapes, and colors all thrown about to stimulate our senses of sight, smell, and touch. 

Now my college Botany text states:

"The flower is a part of a method of sexual reproduction that give rise to seeds, from which new plants eventually arise."

"Seed formation is essential to the survival of most kinds of plants, and also for many species of animals that depend upon seeds for food."

Hum...not the usual way to think about May flowers.  But hey, it is the first day of May and seed production begins.  Our survival continues.

From: Botany, Fourth Edition, by Wilson and Loomis.  Published by Holt, Rinehart and Winston, NY,  1967. (p. 259)

Saturday, April 30, 2016

The Last Drop

April showers bring May flowers...or at least the saying goes.  This being the last day of April, 2016, I thought it might be of interest to show a last drop.

This poor fellow is about to reach the end of his blade of grass.  Enough gravity, enough weight...just the right angle...and there you other places.  Just think of all the drops of rain that fell this month.  From high places to earth...then to trees or plants...then to ground...then to other places.  Getting all those flowers ready for May I guess.  Ah...the last of April...a last drop of rain...and on to other places.

Monday, March 21, 2016

A Headstone

A memorial stone placed at the head of a grave is a headstone.  To remember those who had come before; name, date of birth, and date of death...a life span in between.  Such is shown below.

Now seeing a picture of those folks as buried there...especially if more than a century not that common.  Here is the picture of Edward T. and Ellen Henderson in the same position as they are buried above.  I am sure that when the picture was taken they had no idea that they would end up in the grave as shown.  The span of their life past down their combination of genes to my grandfather, then father, and then me.

As in in death...a headstone it is.