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The Congressional Medal of Honor

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In the New Year, I will be starting yet another column in VeniVidiScripto.com.   It is time to recognize the Congressional Medal of Honor recipients this nation has honored, and time to learn more about them. Starting with the 70 from New Jersey. In every war from the Civil War to Iraq.

I don’t know why this is so important to me to get underway in 2023.

Maybe the idea came to me when I was so destroyed when Atlantic Highlands failed to follow the Presidential and Congressional regulation to lower the flag on municipal buildings to half staff from sunrise to sunset on Dec. 7, Pearl Harbor Day.

Maybe it was when the Atlantic Highlands councilman first told me Atlantic Highlands “did it right,” by having the flag flowered only from around noon on, to mark the time the Japanese launched that horrific attack.

Or maybe it was when  the same Councilman, my councilman in the town where I live, urged me to ask him how many towns he was in in Pennsylvania that day that had their flags lowered. He wanted me to ask because he wanted to tell me he did not see one with lowered flags, in spite of his being both in Bethlehem, Pa. and western Pennsylvania during the day.

I did not ask, because I did not care, I tried to tell him. I can’t take on the entire nation at one time, or even towns in the neighboring state, if I cannot get a councilman in my own town to care enough to explain to me why my town did not follow the national regulation.

Maybe I thought I had to do something when the rest of the Council sat mum while this exchange was going on. Not one of them questioned whether this was true that plans were specifically made to ignore the Presidential directive and instead only lower the flag for half the day.

Not one of them asked whether it was just an honest oversight, a mistake that was rectified when alerted. Nor did they ask who made the decision, if the councilman was correct, to disregard the national directive. They did not even offer whether they had taken a vote to specifically keep the flag raised in spite of the regulation.  Nor did they say why they did not think the attack on Pearl Harbor was important enough to lower the flag for the entire day.

They simply listened to the Councilman ask me about Pennsylvania towns.They did not say a word.

It could have been any of these things. Or it could have been because the Atlantic Highlands school never bothered to lower its flag at all. That’s the school where our children are being introduced to American history. Yet their flag, in spite of a Presidential proclamation, remained at full staff the entire day.

That also apparently did not bother the borough fathers. They still did not say or do anything about it, even though the school is supported by the borough’s tax paying residents. Some of them even military, active, disabled or retired.

Or it could have been something else.

It could have been the fact not one Middletown official, other than the Chief of Police, bothered to stop at Thorne School to join the National President of Gold Star Mothers… a Gold Star Mother……as she participated in Wreaths of American ceremonies honoring Middletown’s own Medal of Honor recipient.

Not one member of the County Commissions was there either.  I can only hope they at least attended a similar wreath laying ceremony in Shrewsbury where Wreaths Across America also stopped with their caravan carrying 70,000 American flags to Arlington National Cemetery where so many more heroes are interred.

It could have been all these things.

But rather, I think it was the inspiration I got, the pride I felt, the gratitude I have, for the principal and social studies teacher at Thorne School who scheduled, planned and participated in that very moving ceremony at the school named for a nationally recognized hero.

They are the ones that made me realize, even with my pride and love for my country, I can still learn more about the heroes who are cited for keeping it that way, they, along with the tens of thousands of others who may have died on the battlefield, came home injured and changed for life, or simply served because they had to, but did their jobs admirably and safely.

So my new column will start, my very small contribution towards bringing some patriotism back to the United States. Hopefully, some of my fellow citizens will learn something about the Medal of Honor, and who is selected to receive it. And why. Hopefully some of my readers in the more than 150 countries who read by blog will see the pride of American people for those who have protected our country and in many cases, given their lives to do so. My column will tell more of the story about the Medal of Honor itself, when it started and how. It will tell the stories of the 70 fighting men, from every war since the Civil War as well as in peacetime, who signed on for the job of protecting the nation from New Jersey, and were awarded its highest honor.

Hopefully it will let people know more about the soldier buried at Bayview cemetery, though where is unknown, the one who was a lighthouse keeper at the Twin Lights who along with 51 other men, received the award because of their role at Cienfuegos in Cuba during the Spanish American War.

The column will talk about Bud Thorne from Middletown,  Pvt. Fallon from Freehold, two more MOH recipients from Hillside in Union County, another from Elizabeth or Patterson or Jersey City or Newark…the list goes on.

We do not seem to be teaching American history in our schools. We do not seem to be proud of our military members. We do not seem to appreciate it is the politicians who sit behind their desks and plan the strategies and reasons for war.

But it’s our American men and women who join those forces our nations commands who carry the burden on their backs.

The least we can do is know a little bit more about them. Maybe that will give us some reasons to show more pride in a nation that still stands head and shoulders above any other for freedom, personal rights and even more than life and liberty, the pursuit of happiness.

 

Mice in the Lighthouse

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Mouse in the lighthouse

Oh, this indeed was going to be a wonderful evening for Jimmy Mouse. His friends Jimmy, Patrick and Bobby were all coming over. They were large Mouse families, and each of the boys’ parents had taken all the little mice out to borough hall to be there for the Christmas tree lighting.  All the older boys loved to play around the Lighthouse and all lived close enough they could meet there every day.

For the parents and little ones going to Borough Hall, they all knew they had to hide in the corner and be very quiet. There were lots of ladies who weren’t very fond of them. The mother Mice were always sad about that. They figured if they just took the time to know the little ones, they might like them. Sure, they all had nibbled on any food left out on the table, and yes, they did tickle feet when they ran over them. But they were kind and nice, and just liked having a little fun. So tonight, just because all the parent Mice wanted their little ones to enjoy the magic of Christmas and the beauty of all the lights, so they were going to be extra careful so as not to be seen.

Not so Jimmy. He had put out the word to all his friends he was going to be alone in the family nest in the corner of his house tonight. Jimmy lived in a big cozy home in the woods close to the Twin Lights and he and his friends had a great secret they had been keeping for a long time. Tonight seemed the perfect night to carry out their plan, what with the parent Mice being down in Highlands. So Jimmy had told his mom that no, he didn’t want to see any lights. He just wanted to stay at home and play by himself, maybe read his newest comic book, “The Big Cheese.”

The truth of the matter was, Jimmy really did want to see Christmas lights. But he also knew he, Bobby, Patrick and Jimmy had all plotted that the very first chance they could get, they would climb all the steps to the top of one of the Towers of the Twin Lights and have a look around. They kept telling themselves they were big mice now. Their parents had all warned them, “You better never climb either of the towers until your fathers take you up there on a bright sunny day. We don’t ever want to take the chance you will slide through one of the sides and go crashing down to the floor. Nor do we want you hanging out around one of the windows on your way up.” All the parents had warned their little boys that the towers were no place for them to play.

Surely they were always happy running through the tall grass, or hiding under the steps into the Museum. Or even jumping from display case to display case in one of the big halls inside. There were all sorts of things they did, of course, only when the museum was closed, the lights out, and no one was around. All the Mice knew if they were ever seen, why, oh, they couldn’t think about it. They just knew if they were caught, something terrible would happen. The little boy Mice did not want that, of course. They all lived close to the Twin Lights, and loved going up there to play.

The little Mice enjoyed their days playing outside and their nights exploring all the magic and wonder inside the museum. The boys were all close friends, and never a day went by that they didn’t get together to tell each other something else they had learned, something else wonderful they had seen. Bobby loved being in the room where all the Highlands people were pictured on the walls; Patrick liked seeing all the sail boats and lifesaving equipment, the two Jimmys especially liked all the post card pictures that made up a beautiful display of the Twin Lights and the story about the hero lighthouse keeper from the Spanish American War.

But tonight was tonight and it was special! So the boys finished their tour around, then scampered inside to see if they could go any higher. They knew they could, but knew there was another door they had to squeeze under, and quite frankly, they did not know what they would see up there. But they wanted to go on and try.

Once at the top, faced with that door and not knowing what they would find, the Mice were getting frightened. “Maybe we should have just gone with our parents to see the tree in town,” one of them murmured. “Yeah,” said another, “this is fun and I’m glad we’re doing it, but we’re missing the lights on the Highlands tree.”  “Maybe we should have saved this for another time,” the third one grumbled.

Well, we’re here and let’s make the most of it, the boys finally decided! So they got together and helped each other squeeze under that last door. And once inside the very top of the tower, each of the four of them simply gasped in surprise. They couldn’t speak for a second, so taken by the wonder of what they could see.

But here it was, in all its glory. The boys couldn’t believe their eyes! There, right in front of them! Well, of course they had to look up but they quickly scampered to the ledge so they could get a better look. There, to their surprise, was the most beautiful Christmas tree they had ever seen. There, right smack in the middle of the very top of the South Tower of the Twin Lights they loved so much, was a beautiful lighted Christmas tree, with colors of red and green and gold and more, all as bright as, well, they thought, as bright as a lighthouse should be!

Each of the four sat in awe, and for the first time ever, no one spoke. Each secretly made a silent wish, blinked twice to be sure they were seeing what they thought they were seeing, then pledging friendship forever, turned and scampered back down the stairs, out the door, into the woods, and back in their own homes, safe and snug before their parents came home.

Each of the boys was in his own bed when his parents came home. But as each mom and dad kissed their sleeping sons and wished them a Happy Christmas, each smiled the smile only a parent knows. Just like the grandparent people knew when their sons and daughters jumped off the old bridge over the Shrewsbury as their rite of passage, the Mice people knew their bigger children had made the climb to the top of the tower for their own rite of passage. And those who did it when the Christmas Tree was in the South Tower had the best time of all.

 

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King James Crashed

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King James Care One

MIDDLETOWN –  A truck driver mis-estimating the precise distance between the height of his vehicle and the depth of the roof overhead covering the entrance to Care One at King James Care Center has caused some inconvenience expected to be corrected soon.

    Care Center Administrator Jimmie King confirmed that the incident is causing an inconvenience to visitors to the Care Center in that they have to walk further to gain access. However, the repair, to ensure it is done correctly, includes structural engineers, the township building department, more than one construction company, even sprinkler companies and several other specialists and consultants to meet all the advance approvals and certifications necessary to ensure safety.
All of those approvals are anticipated to be in place this week, he said, and construction to complete the re-installation of the protective roofing will begin shortly after Christmas.
In the meantime, King said, visitors to the Care Center unable to walk the additional distance, approximately 100 feet or so,  from the parking lot to the main dining room entrance on the west side of the building are invited to call the front desk at 732-291-3400 when they arrive for their visitation. Nursing home staff will come out with a wheelchair to accommodate the visitors and will return them to their vehicles at the end of the visit.
“We regret the inconvenience this has caused everyone,” King said, “and we are so appreciative of all the understanding our visitors have shown and their willingness to look at this as ‘a minor inconvenience’ that will not keep them from visiting their loved ones.”
The administrator said he has always known how wonderful his residents are, and recognizes their visitors are as well.
Although there is an office door closer to the parking area in front of the Care Center, King pointed out that cannot be used as a substitute during the repair, since that door directly affects patient care centers, and Covid and other health and safety processes must be observed.  Opening that door also releases outside winter air into both the hair salon and the therapy departments. “As always,” King said, “our residents’ comfort and well-being are of the utmost importance to each of us here.”
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Wreaths Across America Day Celebrated at Presbyterian Church at Shrewsbury

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Wreaths Across America Day Celebrated at Presbyterian Church at Shrewsbury
Jake Rue, wearing a Jersey Blue Third Regiment Revolutionary War uniform

After two solid days of rain, the sun shined brightly on Dec. 17 on the army of volunteers out to participate in the annual Wreaths Across America (WAA) wreath laying at the Presbyterian Church in Shrewsbury.

This is part of the national journey of this event which concludes at Arlington National Cemetery to mark National Wreath Across America Day.

Wreaths Across America is the national non-profit organization whose mission is to Remember, Honor and Teach, carried out in part with the placement of over 2,500,000 veterans’ wreaths at locations across America, at sea and abroad. Each of these wreaths are handmade by volunteers in Maine before journeying in a massive caravan of 18-wheel trucks to sites along the way to Arlington.

This year, as before, the historic  Presbyterian Church at Shrewsbury welcomed a crowd over 200 families and individuals to be a part of this reverential ceremony.

The ceremony began with a procession and the presentation of the colors by the Boys Scouts. Next Rev. Katja Gruening, Pastor of the Presbyterian Church at Shrewsbury gave a beautiful benediction. Color guard members of the Sons of the Revolution in period attire explained the meaning of the day and reminded every one of the great sacrifices made by, not only the fallen war dead, but all who have served our country. Jake Rue of the multi-generational Rue family shared that is uncle, Pvt. Robert Campbell, the son of Bruce and Margaret Rue Campbell was one of the veterans being honored at the ceremony. Pvt. Campbell was killed in action in Anzio, Italy on May 23, 1944.

Mr. Rue instructed the volunteers that each person laying a wreath should speak the name and thank the soldier and their families for their great contribution in preserving the freedoms enjoyed in this nation. “By speaking their names, we are re-affirming the important service each has played.”

Finally, the dedicated attendees began the noble work of honoring the fallen war dead by placing the wreaths on each headstone.

If you would like to sponsor a wreath for the 2023 escort or learn more about WAA, visit wreathsacrossamerica.org. Each $15 sponsorship goes toward a fresh balsam veteran’s wreath that will be placed on the headstone of an American hero.

By Lori Draz

 

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Thorne, Arlington, Atlantic Highlands and Pearl Harbor

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Thorne, Arlington, Atlantic Highlands and Pearl Harbor

The ceremonies at Thorne Middle School last week hosting the caravan of volunteers heading from Maine to Arlington National Cemetery was a refreshing and stimulating contrast to the Atlantic Highlands Elementary School’s complete disdain for any outward appearance of recognizing Pearl Harbor Day  the week before.

The numbers of people of all ages waving flags, cheering on people from all over the country on their way to place wreaths on the graves of military men and women at the nation’s cemetery was far more refreshing than an Atlantic Highlands councilman saying the borough “did the right thing” by not lowering the flag for the entire day, in spite of the President’ s proclamation to do so under law.

The inspirational principal at Thorne, and a social science educator who has made World War II study, especially at a battle in which one of its own lost his life, a vital part of the Thorne School curriculum, were more American, patriotic and memorable, to say nothing of being educational for students, than an Atlantic Highlands council who sat quietly without issuing a single word about the school a block or south west of it that did not make any outward sign of even remembering Pearl Harbor, let alone teaching it in the classroom.

But Middletown government leadership fell by the side of the road as well. As did Monmouth County.  Where were they when the Wreaths Across America caravan was present at Thorne School paying homage to Middletown’s veterans?

There were no members of the County Commission present, though two were at the ribbon cutting for a dog park in Atlantic Highlands that same day.

There was no one from the governing body there , although the Chief of Police was in attendance and coordinated with his department all the necessary traffic safety issues to enable the caravan to honor the local military.

Too many times, too many people, are dropping the little nuances, the simple ceremonies, the presence and appreciation of times, places and events that keep it uppermost in our minds that this nation did not get to be the great place it is to live,  does not offer  the freedoms and opportunities that surround us without the blood, sweat, tears and often times lives, or those young and brave men and women who remember the history of the nation and what it has taken to remain as great as it is.

What will happen to a nation whose next generation s not being taught, or shown, the importance of remembering the past?

Tradition!

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Christmas Tradition
TRADITION:

A belief or behavior passed down within a group or society with symbolic meaning or special significance with origins in the past.

Traditions can persist and evolve for thousands of years—the word tradition itself derives from the Latin tradere  meaning to transmit.

The song “White Christmas” is a tradition. Written in 1942 by Irving Berlin, it is listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the best-selling single of all time.

Shelden Harnick wrote the lyrics sung by Tevye  in Fiddler on the Roof, the story of a Jewish family in Imperial Russia that believed in tradition:

And who has the right, as master of the house,
To have the final word at home?
The Papa, the Papa! Tradition.

Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Papa’s free to read the holy book?
The Mama, the Mama! Tradition!

Traditions are important, they’re memorable, they make a celebration important, they pass on values. They teach love and respect and honor and special home-made traditions that keep it all alive.

Two Families

I learned of two families with a very special tradition that started when the children were very young, some not yet even born. It is a tradition these families have kept alive for more than two decades. Now they have passed on to the spouses and friends of their family as well as the next generation.

It’s a tradition that started at NWS Earle, the Naval installation that sprawls across five different towns in Monmouth County.   Earle has seen Marines and Sailors, officers and enlisted, spend time here, either as visitors on ships loading or unloading the powers of war as well as those stationed here, their families living in their own community in base housing.

It was a tradition for the civilian arm of the Navy personnel to have festive Christmas celebrations each year, celebrations that included the children dropping letters to Santa Claus in special mailboxes on base, sure they would get a response from the jolly bearded gentleman.

And they did.

Every year.

Families came and families went.

Navy & Marines

One time in particular, there were two families who were stationed there at the same time, one a Marine family, one a Navy family. Both loved the traditions of Christmas  and loved the ones celebrated at Earle. They loved them so much, in fact, that when they both moved on to accept other orders and continue to defend and protect the nation, they decided they never wanted the tradition of Santa letters to die.

For the next many years, children in both families, or their parents, continued annual letters to Santa regardless of where their military members were stationed. Santa loved the letters, loved keeping up with the families’ growth, learning more about the different bases where they were stationed, the heart breaks and happiness that life in the military brought, the joys of family. And always the tradition.

Expanded Tradition

At least one of the families has expanded on that tradition of writing to Santa and receiving his response. They saved the letters. And over the years, they have started another tradition. On Christmas Eve, the family gathers around the tree or the Manger scene, pulls out that year’s letters as well as some from previous years, and re-reads all that Santa has written. The youngsters of yesteryear laugh and remember the past, they wonder where Santa is and how he still knows where they live and what they are up to. They don’t really care, though. They just love the tradition.

Tradition.  It brings families together. Helps people laugh over sad times, reminds them of things of the past, hopes for the future. Provides a stability, a family that stays together  and passes on its own values.

“The traditional ways and rituals of all of Earth’s peoples are kept in containers of poetry, song, and story. It is how we know who we are, where we are coming from and who we are becoming.”

A love for tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril.

 Sir Winston Churchill

 

Is this the year your family should start its own new Christmas tradition?

Merry Christmas!

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Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!

This is that very special time of year when there is something in the air that somehow makes you feel better, happier, stronger. I wish the happiest and best of the Christmas season to all those readers of venividiscripto.com who read the blog in their own countries in their own language.

I also thank you so much for your faith in my writing, your respect for my opinion, whether you agree or not, and your many kind words of support when others do not like, or believe, or think I have the right to address issues of importance to so many.

Joyeux Noel!

It is a special time of year, for at  Christians we can look back on that miracle more than 2000 years ago when God truly did come to earth, become one of us, and lead us through trials, tribulations and faith. It’s Pere Noel who brings the gifts to the children Christmas morn, adorned in his red suit and large sack. But the celebrations start the first Sunday of Advent with the lighting of the first candle on the Advent Wreath, special prayers and a season of preparation for the birth of Christ. The bright lights on the Christmas trees symbolize Christ as the light of the world.

Feliz Navidad.

It is a time when we learn about and can participate in the traditions of some many other nationalities and become just a little better because of them. The Spanish tradition of Navidades lasts until January 6 with the arrival of the Three Kings. For many children in Spain and throughout Mexico,  the most anticipated day of the year is “El Día de los Reyes”, which begins on Jan. 5 with the “Cabalgata de Reyes,” the arrival of Gaspar, Melchior, and Balthazar. They arrive for the next day’s celebration on big floats and throw candy to the children on the street.  They leave gifts behind which the children see and open when they wake up in the morning.

Nollaig shona dhuit! 

One old custom in Ireland that many continue to observe is the placing of a candle in the window on Christmas Eve, a symbol to welcome strangers and to remember those who are far away from home.  Crowds gather for friendly get togethers in pubs early on Christmas Eve, then all the pubs close and the Irish attend Midnight Mass in their parish churches. The light in the window also shows emigrants who left that they will always be able to see their way back home.

Buon Natale:

Italy is a country full of traditions, and the Feast of the Seven Fishes is one of the most popular on Christmas Eve.  That is when the family gathers around a feast of seven different seafood dishes or one or two different types of fish prepared in seven different ways. Or a seven course seafood meal.

All are designed to show the appreciation of the nation to the bounty of the sea and most likely began during the time when the Catholic church forbade the eating of meat on the day before Christmas. Seven goes back to the seven sacraments, the seven days for Creation, or the believe that seven is repeated more than 700 times in the Bible. Regardless of the birth of the tradition, you can expect to see anchovies, sea bass, baked or grilled fish, or similar on every Italian table, along with desserts that include panettone and pandoro filled with prosperity and love.

God Jul

The celebration of Jul in Sweden is centered around family, friends, and spending time with people you love. Celebrations begin four weeks before, since by the first Sunday of Advent, Swedish families have their houses spotless, decorated, and including Advent stars. Children enjoy Advent calendars and receive a small gift each day, a tradition adults have adopted for their own small gift giving or wine gifts every day. A candle on a wreath is lit each Sunday for the four Sundays, with lussebullar, Sweden’s version of Italy’s Santa Lucia buns,  a treat when the last candle is lit.

Chúc Mừng Giáng Sinh

is Merry Christmas in Vietnam, one of their four most important festivals of the year, although less than 10 per cent of the population is Christian. The Christian influence came during the time of French rule, and because of the joy and understanding of the people, celebrations blended with Taoism and Confucianism. During Communist rule, Christians had to observe the holy day in privacy. Today, Christmas is celebrated with much fanfare, a strong Western influence, and midnight Mass Christmas Eve, back home for a sumptuous dinner of chicken soup to turkey and Christmas pudding, and Christmas Eve celebrations that include lots of confetti and crowded streets. Children stage nativity plays to celebrate the birth of  Christ, known as Kito.

Frohe Weihnachten 

The Advent Season, Advent wreaths, and lighting a candle each Sunday for the four week before Christmas are also traditions In Germany, where the tradition of decorating a tree is only about 400 years old and followed the tradition of hanging evergreen branches inside at Christmas. The modern day Tannenbaum usually include bright red apples, gingerbread and silk flowers, along with live candles or light strings, and delicate ornaments handed down from generation to generation. Children often make cookies that add to the ornaments on the tree. But the most common ornament is the Weihnachtsengel, or Christmas Angel, miniature angel figures generally with musical instruments,  carved from the woods of the mountains between Saxony and the Czech republic.

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Tears to My Eyes

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Tears to my eyes

It is always so easy to count the many things that make me happy. But  sometimes it takes things that bring tears to my eyes that make me appreciate how really much I have and how fortunate I am.

This time it was  a couple of minutes in Walmart when I got a new realization that not only do my children  love me but they show it in so many ways. And how fortunate I am for something I take for granted.

Not so the lady I met at Walmart.

Checking out on a long and slow moving line, I noticed the woman standing alone, a bag in her hand, obviously looking for someone. I smiled at her, enough of a gesture to start her chatting with me as I waited. “I’m too old to be shopping,” she said before asking, “how old are you?” When I told her she responded, “you shouldn’t be shopping either but I see you are. You’re younger than I am so I guess it’s ok.”

She found a friendly ear so continued, “I’m 88 years old and I live alone,” she explained, obviously happy to have someone listen to her, “but my son lives close and I’m here waiting for him. He told me to wait and he’d be right for me.”  She continued to search the faces of all the people in line or walking past.

They she began again. “It’s tough getting old. Nobody want you around. You can’t do anything. I try to go out, I try to do things, I like to stay active. But it’s different.”  I nodded, as she continued “and I don’t live with my son because he doesn’t want me. It’s been very difficult. I wish I weren’t here.”

Not seeing anyone coming to find her, I continued talking to her and said, “ah, life is pretty good. There are good things that happen. I think I’ve had a great run so far.”  You might think so, but not me, she muttered.

Within a couple more minutes, still waiting in line, both of us silent, I saw a heavy set middle-aged man coming toward her and yelling, “There you are mother, I’ve been looking for you for half an hour.”  “I’ve been standing here waiting for you,” she responded.  “I told you to wait over there,” he said, pointing to the opposite side of the checkout counters. Come on, let’s go now.” As he shouted at her, he turned his back and continued to walk towards the door. She started moving, behind him, toward the door and he continued, in range of everyone still waiting in line. “I’m going to have to sign you in to that assisted care apartment. I know you don’t want to go, but I can’t do this anymore. You need help, you need your medicine, you don’t do what you’re told, you can’t do anything right.” He continued walking briskly as she walked a few feet behind, following.

As she passed me she said quietly, “Do you see what I mean that I haven’t had a good run? It’s been nice talking to you though. And  I’m glad you have.

Merry Christmas!”

A Marine Christmas

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A Marine Christmas

A former Marine sent me this poem which has been circulating for a couple of years at Christmas. He thanked me for upholding honoring the memory of the importance of Pearl Harbor.

He asked me if I would  post the poem on venividiscripto.com so people will always remember that whether we are a nation at peace, a nation at war, or a nation somewhere in between, we are always a nation with strong and brave men and women who, absent  a draft, remain willing to sign away years of their lives to do something important, to help their nation, to play a part in making us a better country. But with all their generosity, they are so often forgotten, so often go unappreciated.

For some military members and their families, wherever they may be, Christmas is a sad time. Let us never forget them.

 

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A MARINE,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE MARINE LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES MARINE.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I’D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE MARINES
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE MARINES,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN’T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE MARINE AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
“SANTA DON’T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON’T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.”

THE MARINE ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN’T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT’S CHILL.

I DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE MARINE ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, “CARRY ON SANTA,
IT’S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.”

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.”

Atlantic Highlands Council : F for Failure to Communicate

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Atlantic highlands Failure to Communicate
Keeping Us Informed

Atlantic Highlands Mayor & Council have a Failure to Communicate, while it seems  that  there is no one keeping Atlantic Highlands residents more aware and urging them to ask more questions of the governing body about municipal business than Mark Fisher.

Either hearing him ask questions in a definitive manner, his facts in tow, his  recollections of earlier promises and statements intact,  or reading his comprehensive review of previous meetings, facts and statements online is enough for anyone to realize Mr. Fisher is an interested citizen, one who follows every action of the governing body, and asks a lot of questions when he cannot get any answers.

He certainly is not a resident who is seeking any kind of position with the borough or election to any office. Indeed, it certainly appears he wouldn’t accept any office if offered to him. He’s just a very intelligent, very interested citizen who loves his town.

Mr. Fisher also points out in many different instances where the actions of the governing body do not always coincide precisely with what they say  or what they plan.

Mother Theresa

The Redevelopment plan for the Mother Theresa property is only one example.

The resident has cited on more than one occasion that three years ago, when the Mother Theresa property first became a hot topic of conversation for sale, no one , not a single person from the public, indicated they would like the property sold to a developer for the construction of yet more houses in the community.

Senior Housing

Many spoke at public meetings on the need for senior housing, how the former parochial school could be converted to housing to meet a need, and how that use would fit in with the neighborhood and help long time residents having difficulty paying taxes and not needing large homes in their senior years, could still be accommodated within the community.

The governing body never said much after that public hearing. The public was led to believe there was a study afoot, they were looking at the best use, etc. Apparently the borough was negotiating with the church for purchase of the property. Absent any other comments from the governing body, the residents, wisely or not, “assumed’ any plans would include senior housing…the thing most said they wanted at more than one opportunity.

Redevelopment Plan

Then came the Redevelopment Plan and all of a sudden, not only the residents, but even the church attorney involved in negotiating the sale of the property learned for the first time that senior housing wasn’t even being considered by the governing body.

The plan finally announced to the public was strictly for more houses, as many as 13 in fact.

Thirteen more houses in addition to all the new apartments on First Avenue, West Avenue, Hennessey Blvd, and the houses on the McConnell tract which were also approved.

That’s an awful lot of development for a town whose Master Plan seems to want to keep it a small, neighborhood community.

That makes you wonder:

Is the Mayor and Council in the real estate business?

Are they approving a design of a neighborhood for the good of the town or for a sale of a large piece of property?

The state Master Plan calls for improving the quality of life, improving economic growth of the community;  Fisher asks how are 9 to 13 more houses on property that currently has none, is going to improve the economic growth of the town?

For that matter, how are more houses, more vehicles, more noise, more use of open land, going to improve the quality of living for the community?

Master Plan 

The Master Plan urges protection of the borough’s history and culture, as well as open space and recreational assets. How is tearing down a building that could enable local residents to continue to live here, tearing down a recreational building residents in that former school  building, together with all borough residents, could use, and building still more houses on open space meeting those Mast Plan ideas?

The list goes on.

The Redevelopment plan also includes specifics…the colors these houses can be, the materials that can be used to build them, plus a few other items far outside the scope of what is required in zoning of any other area of the borough.

That makes one wonder……is the governing body, in financing this redevelopment plan which is a far cry from what people said they wanted, creating its own special ‘neighborhood’ in town?

Is it a real estate decision that this area should stand out because of its distinctive color or one or two different house designs?

Is promoting a ‘special’ section of Atlantic Highlands that would not look like any other neighborhood in a town steeped in history and generations of the same families going to make it exciting for a real estate venture?

Always left with Questions

All the questions still remain in spite of three years of talk. Yet the same planners who designed what apparently the council wanted, but not the general public said it wanted, will be at the Town Hall meeting, whenever that will be in the new administration, to explain and listen.

The administrator said they are eager to be there and looking forward to it Could that be so?

Are they ready to hear the public criticize a plan they designed that includes tearing down a couple of buildings and building new houses with specific materials and colors or design?

Did they even hear any of those comments from the public before launching into their plan?

If they did, did the governing body simply tell them to ignore the public and draw up a plan for more houses, colors and design? Or did they do that on their own and the governing body never told them what the public wanted?

Will the Song remain the Same?

If this governing body is in the real estate business, will the next be any different?

How much difference will it make when people speak out at yet another Town Hall meeting, another hearing before the planning board, and another before an ordinance is passed?

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