Thank You, Veterans
By Lynn, on November 12th, 2007
I know yesterday was actually Veteran’s Day, but I woke up thinking about my dad — and all veterans — this morning. My dad spent the best years of his life in the Air Force. He did three tours in Vietnam. That was a large part of the man he was, but there was so much more to him than that.
He taught me and my sister how to shake hands and how to spit. But we were his little ladies. He said we could do anything we wanted to in life. I miss him so much. He died two years ago.
Thank you to every United States service man and woman. Thank you.
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About Lynn 
Approaching-50 mother of four. Thrifter. Content with lots of clothes bought for very little money. Loves retro. (That could be styles from the 40s and 50s. And sometimes stuff even older than that. And sometimes stuff from all time, all mixed up together!) Bluffs about decluttering but secretly loves STUFF. Goes through stages. Has standing and staring spells before rearranging the entire home. Just because. Tune in each day to see what new outfit comes home from G.W. Boutique next. (That's Goodwill, by the way.) Oh, and she owns a spoiled beagle named Annie. And this blog.
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Lil Ol' Me
Son Daniel, 23
Son, Big Joe, 21
Son, John, 17
Daughter, Michaela, 13
Annie Fatso Beagle
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
What You Do Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
Contact Me 
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Hi Lynn,
I didn’t know your dad was stationed out at Luke. of course, why would I know that! LOL
Did you live here when he was stationed out here as well? Or, was that before your time?
Love your blogs and your stories.
Have a great rest of the week,
Linda
What good looking fellow! What is it about men in uniforms?
BTW, I love the new look of your blog and in response to your FIAR question, I have no problem reading it.
Elysa, he was good-looking. I sure miss him. Thanks for the feedback on the blog colors!!
Linda, I believe I was in NC when daddy was at Luke. I was so young. I don’t think he was stationed there, but did special training there. He was a paratrooper and did combat and air traffic control in Vietnam. I was, however, with him when he was at Lackland in Texas and then at Sewart in Tennessee. We were in NC for all his Vietnam tours.
Lynn ~:-D