It has come to my attention that I have confused my readers. I have two types of posts on this blog; SERIAL and STAND-ALONE
The first type are serial posts. What I mean by that is the posts are logically tied together and are shown in the “CATAGORY” listing.
However, that does not tell anyone where the beginning is; AND THAT IS CONFUSING. My apologies.
So I have added a pointer to the start of the three serial type posts that I have. This is a picture of that pointer;
If you were to click on it this is what you would see;
(I will add pointers to the beginning of new serial posts as they develop.)
So where does this leave the odds and ends of posts that are stand alone?
Ooops! I think I already spilled the beans at the bottom of that last example. But repition never hurt anything.
Since the odds and ends have nothing to do with each other and you might just wish to browse. I have them listed in the CATAGORY “Odds and Ends” which looks like this;
PS: I am going to do the something quite similar in “The Short Stories of Waldo.”
But because everything is stand-alone in “Adirondack Images and Tales” I am not going to do anything there;
Ditto for “This, That, and the Other Thing.”
Thank you for your understanding and patience. WALLY
I Am Inept at recieveing Awards or Complements – – – but – – –
I have never been good a recieving complements AND ESPECIALLY AWARDS. But I guess if I am going to blog I better get with it. I was nominated for an award over the weekend and acceepted it privately but did nothing publically.
Now I have recieved another award, this time from Rustic Recluse ; The Thanks for Writing award.
I will do my best to follow the rules; post the award, name my favorite blogs and ask them to pass it on to their favorite blogs.
I won’t say anything about my likes or dislikes; I already spilled the beans on my home page (more than you want or need to know).
I have now completed rule one and three.
Moving on to rule #2, my favorites (just to name a few). I find gems in each and every blog I read and therefore find it difficult to make a short list.
Thanks to everyone for sharing photos and information and history and personal peaves and advice and poems and prose and news and politics.
AND THE NOMINEES ARE – – – – (drum roll) “Envelope Please”
http://jmmcdowell.com/ For the Archaeology and accompanying stories.
http://chinadailymail.wordpress.com/ For the interesting news from China
http://artandphotomad.wordpress.com/ For the photos that she posts (Possibly this will get her to post more of her enjoyable work)
http://drawandshoot.wordpress.com/ For the effort and detail she puts into her excellent photos.
http://russelrayphotos2.com/ For a chance to see daily life, from a human perspective, about very southern California.
http://allaboutlemon.com/ We all need a little humor and she posts it ALL.
http://saymberblondi.wordpress.com/ For a look at what we all see but fail to contemplate.
That is about it. Thanks again for the nice award. Wally
Abu Ghraib, Albemarle, AndersonVille, Argonne Forest, Bagram, Blackshear, Camp Bucca, Camp Chase, Camp Delta, Camp Douglas, Camp Ford, Camp Pinckney, Changsong on the Yalu, Charlottesville, Danville, DAR, David Kennedy, Dysentery, Florence Stockade, Fort Delaware, Fort Pulaski, Kangdong, Lost at Sea, Medal of Honor, Memorial Day, MIA, Ohio Calvary, P'yong -yang, POW, Providence Spring, Pukchin, Sargeant York, Valor, Winchesterr
My thanks to Stephanie Lane who posted one of the clearest messages on what it means for others to suffer in our name. Thank you, once again, Stephanie for the inspiration to add some of my own feeling. Please visit Stephanie’s post linked below. The following photo is from her post.
It was two full days before Memorial Day,
“Decoration Day” as we children would say,
It was necessary that I check my old folk’s grave,
Clean up the stone, trim grass and stay brave.
And when I was through I looked far around,
There were many stories that lay in the ground,
I can’t tell you, personally, that I knew them true,
But I have some time to tell you about a few.
There is Richard, “Died in nineteen-forty three,”
The memorial words say he had been “Lost at Sea,”
And there is Jason, “Jay Bedford laid here to rest,”
Also written “He fell in the French Argonne Forest.”
York, Holderman – – – they and Whittlesey too,
Also fell there, other heroes, not simply just a few.
“Medal Of Honor” deep chiseled on each stone,
All men of valor, everyone made of flesh and bone.
There are Prisoners Of War many never returned,
Bones in an ash pit, remains twisted and burned,
Others came back, with many experiences unspoken,
Memories horrible, personalities temporarily broken.
The Andersonville horror spoken of so eloquently,
By “David Kennedy, Ohio Calvary”, firm yet gently,
“It takes seven men to make a shadow – Dear Statesman,”
Starving prisoners you never see, do you really hate men?”
Dysentery, water rare, leaves skin and bone,
Twelve thousand died only 460 “unknown,”
Providence Spring broke the “Dead Line Gate,”
Clearly marked now, but then; too little, too late.”
Charlottesville, Albemarle, and Winchester too,
In the Revolution were three, to name only a few,
Union’s Camps; Douglas, Chase, Fort Delaware,
Elmira Prison, a disaster, no one seemed to care.
Hell-hole, Andersonville, with daily burning sky,
Outdone by Blackshear, Danville, and Fort Pulaski,
Camps Pinckney, Ford, and the Florence Stockade,
Through human waste and bodies, one had to wade.
Allied camps, Axis Camps and UN Prisons,
Strange sounding names, unforgettable visions,
Korean camps named “Changsong on the Yalu,”
P’yong-yang, Kangdong, Pukchin to name a few.
Continue; Bagram, Camp Bucca, and I am afraid,
Camp Delta, internment, shame at Abu Ghraib,
As I continue my walk through the cemetery so green,
There are many more reminders everywhere to be seen.
There is “Bill” with a flag, “Joseph” remembered by DAR,
And a memorial for Jaime Green with a six pointed star,
A crucifix on the majority but everyone donated in equal,
Our heros, our POWs, and our MIA’s were all people.
There are two sides to every war and story,
They seem to start with power, “For Glory,”
But people who died, or suffered, in prison camp,
Remind us a State’s ego we never rubber stamp.
© Copyright – Waldo Tomosky