I believe it is only natural to let your mind wander back a bit as you grow older, the comfort factor is always there because you know…good or bad how it turned out, so sometimes it can be a pleasant ponder. Caught a few moments of “pondering” on the back porch a bit earlier this evening. Spring is trying to work its way onto the plateau but that pesky Gulf Stream is holding it back. 

This afternoon I was busy gathering some notes for this weeks blog about “Easter” and I was overwhelmed about some of those details that certainly make a good ponder.  I have shared with you that we were a military family…my Dad was a veteran of the US Air Force. He retired with the rank of Senior Master Sargent E9. There were five kids, a dog and a parakeet toward the end of his time that traveled from base to base as my father added new duty stations to his time served. Last base we were at was in Amarillo Texas. Funny thing about that, when I was born he was in the old United States Army Air Forces and was stationed at West Point. My Mom was living with her parents in of all places, the Bronx, New York. So…I can say I started out in a hospital in the Bronx, and I waited until his last duty station to claim Texas as my home state…Love those Horns. Oh well back to my favorite ponder in my memory bag. Easter was always a hard time for our family as we grew in number and size. In that day it was a custom or really to be truthful a passion to dress up for Easter Sunday Service. Three boys, two girls…wait got to count my Mom in on the new dresses and such, we left the dog and bird at home when we went to church. My Dad was military to the bone and was comfortable and proud in his dress Blues. Anyhow, to get to the story. My Mom always figured out how to get my sisters looking good…new dresses, shoes and such. We boys were my Dads problem. Somehow he was always able to patch something together. His biggest accomplishment was we always had new shoes! How did he do it? Dad always said that the two people he got to know best at each duty station was the Mess Sarge and the Supply Sarge. Those old Air Force dress shoes would shine like a polished silver coin and in Texas even brighter…no shade in the Panhandle. This is not to make light of faith…my Mother was a praying woman and was proof that God answers prayers and takes care of his own.

Kurt