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Hi there. You know, for me a blessing not bearing disguise. Mine to give, dear friends, acquaintances, and all those you may come in contact with. Here with my story of what God given substantive life is all about. In my humble opinion! Excuse me, yours and mine, maybe?
Now provided without your request or approval. Da harv being who he is or pretends to be, finds himself amongst the many, constantly looking for reasons students today are attempting to place blame on brethren out there who have no history of teaching their children. How and why not to throw the very first punch. Too long ago for me to recall exactly when it was, but there remains a few pieces from the past that every once and awhile, in my mind's eye, returns for another sitting ovation! Though still out of step I wasn’t the class clown But better yet My nose wasn’t brown! Kissing up to teachers Not permitted in my small town Brooklyn Nevertheless Thoughts driven by feelings By this kid did abound Bravery is a task to behold Family and friends Love and protect them Like it or not Forever yours Better than gold Remain bold Given by birth For hearts to nurture Reflect and grow strong Being taught by The young and the old Living right Respecting your neighbor Not a bill of rights Passed on by congress Rather by immigrants Mothers and Fathers They weren’t invaders Teaching you to love this country We stood in the ballparks We stood during parades We all, without exception Waved our American flags Our ministers, priests, rabis Taught us with guiding hearts beating with love while Men and women serving the cause Many of them never returning Echoing prayers for all their brothers and sisters safety Having each other’s back, on foreign landscapes Fighting together as one nation Under God Believing in each other One for all, and all for one!
You know what? All this stimulated a memory for me… I believe it was 1944. My mom and dad took the family along to some sort of fundraiser. In attendance at our table was my mother and father, my sister Ruth and her husband Al. An army air force engineer gunner, just returned home after being shot down and held captive by the germans. My kid sister Sheila, because she was only two or three. She didn’t make it with us for this event, she wasn’t in attendance. And of course there was da harv. I was either ten or eleven at the time.
At almost all family events, it became my Mother who surveyed all situations, and decided whether or not the affair came up to what she was expecting it to. I must take one short moment to explain, my mother was an absolute American patriot. From the moment her family arrived from Romania, as brand new Americans to be, there could never be a misunderstanding. Lillian Kalmenson had a “Tiger in her tank” when it came to feeling about her country, the United States Of America. Any person who got into a conversation about the USA better be extremely careful about what they had to say. My dad on the other hand was the quiet guy. If there was anything physical to take care of, dad was your man. Make no mistake, Lillian Kalmenson was never far behind. |