Dear family and friends. Memorial Day stirs up memories. That is what it is supposed to do. I am sure Chuck was mentally out on the submarine this weekend, and I hope some of you were remembering glorious days, and some were remembering awful-glorious days at war. This last weekend Chuck and I watched "The Longest Day" about the D-Day landing at Omaha beach, and "Midway" about the sea battle when the American Navy with 3 aircraft carriers (including the Pearl-Harbor damaged Yorktown) defeated the Japanese Navy at Midway island in the Pacific. The battles, and the movies made about them, bring to mind the awful-glorious experiences of war. All war is awful and there must be a way that the "little people" – that’s us – can stop war. The movies depicted old rough and ready generals and admirals who sent men in to do dangerous duties and watched the young men die, and watched other young men take their places and go on. The victory went to the survivors… Who are the toughest, smartest, luckiest? What is luck?
About an hour ago, my neighbor interrupted my musings with her energy and she reminded me things to do. I am working on Aunt Trudy’s estate things – Trudy kept stock accounts that I am trying to move into her "trust" for distribution and also I have a room full of old pots and pans, linens, clothes and other cracked and gently used stuff from Trudy’s house that I’m trying to dispose of gently. My neighbor has been helping me with all the boxes and things. That’s what neighbors and friends do… they gently nudge us when we are stalled! I loved the words Charlotte Bronte had Catherine use in Wuthering Heights! "Heathcliff, I’m stalled!!!" Always think of our stall as a box we get put into, or a box we put ourselves into…. Ask someone to release you or to shove you out of that stall. Thank God for our energetic friends!!! Love sue