Memorial Day 2012

The words for a children's "Memorial Day" rhyme didn't come easy this week. And though I filled several pages of a journal with rough drafts, the rhyme just couldn't seem to come together. Much of what I wrote seemed better suited for adults than for young readers. It also wasn't easy writing the description for this particular post – I have a lot of memories and strong sentiment attached to this particular day and what it represents.

Whatever words I write (or illustrations I sketch) seem hopelessly inadequate.

So let me simply say this...

Let us never forget those who lost their lives on behalf of freedom. Let us teach our children to honor those who exemplify the true meaning of courage, valor, honor and sacrifice. Let us always remember to give thanks and show our support for those who serve.

To America's soldiers and the military families who keep the home fires burning...

May God's light forever shine upon you.

Great Auntie, The Tall Tale Teller of MN
(the land of 10,000 lakes and several loons) 

Uncertain Bird

Spring is a great time for watching the birds – especially the young ones.

Ready or not, they've been cajoled, encouraged and/or nagged by their parent to leave the nest ... test their wings ... forage for food ... navigate through sky, grass and tree.  Some of the young seem to move from dependence to independence with great confidence while others seem unsure of themselves.

This past weekend, as I traveled the freeway, I saw a large crow flying in swooping circular patterns. Following closely was a much smaller crow – MUCH smaller. The birds were not very high in the sky and that circular flight pattern was tightly restricted. At times, it seemed as if the smaller bird was going to crash right into the big one! Other times, I'd see the little one lose altitude, drop several feet and appear to falter. Those tiny wings were constantly in motion – unlike the larger wings of the parent bird as he (or she) glided and turned. There were even moments when the flapping of that young bird's wings seemed almost frantic as he (or she) tried to catch up and stay close to the larger bird.

My Gift For Mom

 For all the Mothers of this earth,

And those who dwell above...

I give to you my heartfelt thanks.

"Happy Mother's Day" – with love.

Great Auntie, The Tall Tale Teller of Minnesota
(the land of 10,000 lakes and several loons)