Old uniforms and a quilt for Christmas? Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year…and, for some, the most difficult time of the year. Christmas 1970, the first Christmas without my brother, was the most difficult one for me. He had been Missing in Action in Vietnam since January and we had no substantial leads… Continue reading Old Uniforms and a Quilt for Christmas
Hero. Brother. Mission. Preface: I wrote this post over a year ago, and somehow it got lost in the shuffle. Thought it worthy to go ahead and publish though. My hero, my brother was declared Missing in Action in Vietnam January 10, 1970. He was an Army Captain, helicopter gunship pilot. He and his crew went down… Continue reading Hero. Brother. Mission.
Memorial Day weekend was finally here. The car was packed and almost ready to go to Mom and Dads for the holiday. We’d leave early Friday morning driving to Donalsonville, Georgia, to spend a long Memorial Day weekend with the family. I made a last-minute call to Mom to see if she needed anything special other than what… Continue reading My Dad, Herb Crosby.
Brevard County, Florida, is getting a national veterans cemetery, notably called Cape Canaveral National Cemetery. I had a rare opportunity to tour this new, under construction cemetery located in north Brevard County, Florida. It’s taken years to get, but the thousands of veterans who live here and near, are thrilled, as I am too. A… Continue reading Cape Canaveral National Cemetery
As I thumbed through an old family photo album I came across the first photograph taken using my first ever camera. It’s a photo of my mother and me taken by the owner of a camera shop the day I bought it. The photo brought back memories of that day so vivid to me. Thought… Continue reading My First Camera.
Children have to be educated, but they have also to be left to educate themselves. Abbé Dimnet, Art of Thinking, 1928. When you’re 6 years old, everything seems fresh, new, obtainable, and of course you know it all. There really isn’t a question of “if” or “when,” but more “I can do it myself” mentality,… Continue reading Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
A band of metal. This band is of pewter and silver with a name etched on the silver plate. It reads: Capt. Herbert C Crosby, January 10, 1970. It's not fancy. It's sentimental. Priceless. This bracelet, a band of metal was given to my father in 1970, by a friend. It was a time when people were… Continue reading A Band of Metal
Ah, the plastic pink yard ornament. Yes, that’s what came to your mind, isn’t it? Well, I’m not just a pretty tacky pink, although I certainly love to be on display. I’m a coral pink. I range from white to deep pinkish coral, and yes, I am some times that tacky pink in the yard.… Continue reading The Color Flamingo Pink
I was listening to a new podcast this morning, The Charged Life with Brendon Burchard (on iTunes). He was talking about creativity and reading every day. My creative mind is usually in full force every day. I am a graphic designer—the mind is always creating. My problem is I have too many ideas spinning around in my mind all… Continue reading Creativity and Reading
My father passed away this day in 1991, twenty-one years ago, yet it doesn't seem that long, and then again, it seems like it's been way too long. I miss him, yes. Dad lived a great life but was too young (71) when he died. He smoked continuously though out his life from a small… Continue reading Remembering Herb Crosby