G is for...

G is for giving... Such as giving thanks for what we have and the blessings we have received.  The next time you pass someone on the roadside with one of those little cardboard signs saying "please help"... Please consider doing so.

I know it might just be a scam... Or they might use your money to buy drugs or alcohol... So what?  The blessing is not so much in the receiving, but in the GIVING...

Each time I stop and give a few dollars to one of these poor souls, I am reminded that "there but for the grace of God, go I".   So, when I see them, I give... Because no matter what they use the money for, their need is so obviously greater than mine.

Wishing you all a blessed Thanksgiving surrounded by all that love you... Giving thanks for you my dear friends... down here in French Lique...

J and K is for...

John Kennedy...
As in President John F. Kennedy...

This 50th anniversary of his assassination brings back a flood of memories... A reminder of a more innocent time in our country... A time when children played outside, unsupervised, for hours... When your family sat around the one television, a black and white, together, watching the loss of innocence.  The world was changed the day that JFK was killed...

They say everyone remembers exactly where they were the day that Kennedy was shot... I do.  I was in Mrs. Miller's 4th grade math class... There was a lot of crying by the girls in the class... I think mostly because Mrs. Miller cried when the announcement came over the scratchy loud speaker, hanging near the ceiling, over her desk.  School was dismissed early that day.  When I got home in the early afternoon, my mom and dad were home early from work, already tuned into Walter Cronkike.

We don't know, nor will we ever know, what our country and our world would have been, had President lived and gone on to serve a second term.  Described as "Camelot", it was that.  A fairy tale with an unexpected ending.

Where were you the day that President Kennedy was assassinated?