This was a poem children were encouraged to memorize in 1916
Not what we give,
But what we share;
The gift without the giver is bare;
He gives but worthless gold
Who gives from sense of duty.
Give aid if thou canst;
If not, a kind and gentle word.
It's loving and giving
That makes life worth living,
It's loving and giving
That makes life a song.
What is the thought of Christmas?
Giving.
What is the spirit of Christmas?
Love.
I don't know the author, but please feel free to repost because I am told it is in the Public Domain
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Saturday, May 30, 2015
In Flanders Fields
Does anyone remember World War I anymore? as a different time then. For so many immigrants, the conflict wasn't in a strange land, but in a place they were at least vaguely familiar with, it might even have been home.
And for all the horror that came from that war, especially mustard gas, people still had manners. In fact for Christmas one year, the combatants stopped fighting, met in "no man's land" and sang Christmas Carols and shared food.
Because Catholic prayers were not said in the vernacular of the people yet, Catholics were able to come together and pray in Latin together.
After Christmas, the war continued.
I have always found this poem poignant. Truthfully, it brings a tear to my eye. I hope you enjoy it this Memorial Day... and don't forget to say a prayer for the souls of all the soldiers of every nation that died while fighting for their country.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Courtesy of Bee MacGuire
And for all the horror that came from that war, especially mustard gas, people still had manners. In fact for Christmas one year, the combatants stopped fighting, met in "no man's land" and sang Christmas Carols and shared food.
Because Catholic prayers were not said in the vernacular of the people yet, Catholics were able to come together and pray in Latin together.
After Christmas, the war continued.
I have always found this poem poignant. Truthfully, it brings a tear to my eye. I hope you enjoy it this Memorial Day... and don't forget to say a prayer for the souls of all the soldiers of every nation that died while fighting for their country.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Courtesy of Bee MacGuire
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Middle Age
Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net.
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