Thursday, June 13, 2024

My New Flag

 


By G. E. Shuman

 

I bought a new ‘outdoor’ America Flag today.  Our old one had gotten a bit faded over the last several years, and had acquired a slightly dingy look, as has our entire front porch, due to sun damage and the blowing dust from the passing traffic in front of our home.  

We have replaced our flag more times than I can remember in the forty plus years we’ve been in this oId house, and I decided to get a somewhat ‘better” one than usual, this time. Our new flag will be a bit bigger than the others, with bold, stitched stripes and actual embroidered stars. Even better, from my point of view, it will be clean, bright, and new.

We always retire our flag from where it flies from the pole and bracket on one column of our front porch as correctly as we know how, by folding it in the traditional ceremonial triangle, and by later respectfully burning it. (I learned how to do this folding ritual in Cub Scouts, more than a few years ago. It was actually about sixty-three years ago, and I’d like to offer a very belated ‘thank you’ to my den mother, Mrs. Cole.)

I consider myself to be a patriotic person, but I am nothing compared to my wife Lorna in this regard. Lorna loves to wear American flag tee shirts, earrings, and other red, white, and blue garb, and not only around the patriotic national holidays. If Lorna had a tattoo, (She doesn’t.  At least I’ve never seen one and I probably would have by now.) There is no question in my mind that it would be our country’s flag. In the area of love of country, Rosie the Riveter has nothing on my wife.

Actually, one year, several years ago, Lorna walked into a group of our family members at some gathering, wearing one of her stars and stripes tees, only to be welcomed by a comment by our son in law Adam: “Here comes old glory.”  What a hoot! Adam has a wonderful way with a joke, and that one will always make me laugh.

These days there are celebrations around nearly every date on the calendar, and for many of those there are accompanying flags. Ours is a free country, and you and I are welcome to celebrate and promote any cause we think is important. That’s a big part of what makes America great. Your cause may differ totally from one I may have, but here, unlike in many other countries, it is not illegal for either of us to (peacefully)** proclaim ours.

“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:15 states, and so does George Shuman. Also, as for me and my house, the flag we will fly is that of the United States of America; it’s the one flag that makes all the rest of them possible.   

Adam had it right: “Here comes old glory!”  I sure hope she will always be around.

 



 

Thursday, June 6, 2024

A Fairly Personal One

 


By G. E. Shuman

 

 Last February I and many of my family members gathered for a large party in Florida to celebrate my mom’s 100th birthday.  That’s right… it was number one hundred.  The party was awesome. We, and especially Mom, had a wonderful time.

Mom has always been an amazing woman, raising six children and helping care for nearly countless grandkids and great grandkids. For Mom, her family is her life, and that life has not been an easy one, bringing up kids in small-town America in the 60’s and forward, and surviving the losses of both my dad and my brother Paul, and also of all of her own siblings. Somehow, Mom has been an incredibly positive encouragement to us all… all those years and right up to today. Her tremendous faith in God is where she gets her strength to continue, even after her first hundred birthdays.

I have noticed something about Mom since that February birthday. It used to be that I would call her, or she would call me a few times a month so we could catch each other up on the happenings of life. Lately Mom has made it a point to talk with all her children, basically every day. This is probably not consciously because of the passing of time and the limited number of days that she, and all of us have, but I’m not certain of that. For me it is simply good to hear her voice those evenings, just before she has her nighttime tea and goes to bed.

A week or two ago our seven-year-old granddaughter, Nahla, had facetimed me from her home, as she also likes to do after school or before bed. I love getting those calls from her. We talked for a few minutes and then I happened to mention that I had also just talked with her great-grammy in Florida. I mentioned to Nahla that my mom calls me almost every evening lately, to just chat a while, and that I look forward to those calls, just as I do Nahla’s.

Nahla immediately got a caring grin on her face and simply, profoundly replied: “Papa, she’s tucking you in.”

How could I be any more blessed than this?