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52 Responses to Sunday Open Thread || May 8, 2016

  1. Former Repub candidates renege on their pledge not to run a third party campaign and to support the eventual Repub nominee like the lying scum they are.
    The elected Repub officals lie, lied, and continue to lie to the public about how hard they’re working, how they are doing the right thing, and keeping their promises to the voters – liars all.
    Then, when defeated by an outsider who ignored them and went straight to the public, they demand that MrTrump “unite” the party as if the “party” is a good thing.
    Well, boo hiss on all of them.

    • Yes, I second that–no Alinski involved. I was posting on that on a Wash Post story on how we still, many of us, need our mothers, even if we are mothers.

  2. Don’t know how many of you ever visit the newseum website but they have a section where you can see the front page image of newspapers around the U.S. and beyond to other regions of the world as well.
    I’ve been going there for the past few years on this day to see what mention, if any, I can find of VE Day.
    Hate to say it but this year was the absolute worst. I don’t expect front page story but usually I could find a blurb or teaser about something on the inside. This year nothing.
    Even my own Joplin Globe used lefty Gene Lyons column for the headline for the op/ed section instead of a VE Day column.
    Yes, it’s my column so I’m partial, but not because of me, but because of how many forgetting of what was and the media participating in the forgetting.
    Anyhow from this American at least, thanks to all who served and for me personally I shall never forget and will always remember:

    • Thanks for the reminder–it never occurred to me. Our family “day” was VJ Day…My dad was briefly in the US, Mom went from Milwaukee to the west coast to meet him, NJ day was declared–he was not going back to the Pacific–he sent her back to Milwaukee to get me…on the train, another round trip. Favorite family story.

    • Good Stuff.

      The present you live in today was secured with their blood, their sacrifice.

      And it has been squandered in “battles to secure sanctuary cities, protect a man’s “right” to use a women’s restroom and ensure that no student on any college campus ever be exposed to speech contrary to their own….” Shame.

          • Star, I know you get a lot of grief here for expressing your honest opinion. There is nothing wrong with that. I respect it.
            I also know you are a mother. Happy Mother’s Day, Star. From the things you have shared, I think you are a good one.

        • Happy Mother’s Day Star.
          We sometimes differ on our opinions but I have always respected you for stating yours.

          (Although sometimes truncated).

      • And Grace I might add that the active duty troops are often denied to have their votes counted.
        IMO, their votes are more precious than many others.

        In today’s all volunteer military, the people that wrote a blank check to Uncle Sam should have their voices heard at the ballot box.

        For them to be denied their vote is deplorable.

  3. Today is Mother’s Day. To honor my mother:
    My mother was the first born of seven children. Honestly it may have been eight. I’m not sure.
    Mother said she was the most popular girl in her senior class because her father allowed her to take the horse and buggy to school. Everyone wanted to spend the night with her so they could “drive” to and from school.
    Mother attended a two year teachers college and taught in a one room schoolhouse. She never received a paycheck while she taught. The school board sent her salary payment to her father. She was the oldest child and her role was not to earn money for herself but to help the family.
    Mother and Dad met during their early years of school. Apparently each of them knew the other was “the one” from that time forward and so, eventually they began to talk of marriage.
    Both families were opposed to them getting married – so – they eloped!
    Mother said the night they married, she cried and told Dad, “All we have in the world is $20 and a quilt.” Some years later, she sold her wedding suit for $5 to a woman who wanted the wool fabric to make a rag rug. That makes me so sad.
    They kept their marriage a secret for some time – both families needed them at home for additional income and for physical help. One night Dad came to pick Mother up for a “date.” One brother physically held her in the house while the other told Dad she had already left with another man! A joke that back-fired big time and finally revealed the secret.
    Mother and Dad had six children. The first and second child were born at home. The second child – our brother – was born on Christmas Eve and died on Christmas Day. The only thing Mother ever said about that birth and death was, “It was sad.” The third and fourth and fifth children came along and the sixth was born when they were in their forties and some said “too old” to have children. Mother said Dad didn’t know whether to be proud or embarrassed!
    Dad died in his fifties and Mother lived for another 30+ years. I asked her once if she ever considered remarrying. She said, “I thought about it a time or two, but then I would remember picking up socks from the floor and washing all the clothes and cooking and cleaning…and I decided, ‘NO!'”
    Shortly after dad died, her garbage disposal quit working. She asked my brother to remove it and take it to be repaired. He did – and after it was repaired, he brought it back and left it on her back steps. She came home from work and saw it on the steps and cried and cried because dad was dead and was not there to install it and she didn’t know how to install it. Then, she said, “I thought – ‘There are people who install disposals for a living! All I have to do is call someone!'”
    Mother said that her mother (also a young widow) told her, “If I could do it, you can, too.” She said she relied on that advice that day and the following days and years – and now, so do I.
    I remember Mother canning in the evenings. She worked all day, then came home to cook dinner and as their vegetable garden began to ripen, she canned. Standing over a hot stove in their small kitchen, sweat rolling down her temples and dripping on her cheeks, she canned food for us.
    Mother was the epitome of selflessness. She wore the same coat for over 20 years – so that we girls would always have new dresses for the holidays and for school events. When I thanked her for that sacrifice, she said, “Oh, I never liked to wear coats anyway.”
    Mother’s only indulgence was her hair appointment on Friday afternoons. Nothing interfered with that one hour when she allowed someone to do something for her.
    Mother died from a stroke. I was privileged to be with her at the moment of death. She drew her last breath and smiled. She smiled again as one tear trickled down her cheek. And she was gone from this earth.
    My husband was there, too. He says that the first smile was when she saw Jesus. The second was when she saw Dad…it wasn’t quite as large a smile. haha!
    So many more memories of this exceptional woman. Too many for this tribute.
    And so, thank you who have read this and thank you, Keith, for the opportunity to publicly honor my mother – a woman of wisdom and strength.
    A “Proverbs 31:25-30” woman.
    God may have broken the mold when He made her.
    I hope not.

      • Would be nice if we all had a nice mother. Not true for a lot of us.

        11-6-2015 Thank god she is dead day!

        She always voted for dems “as they are for the little guy”


        • Dems being for the little guy was a common opinion in that generation. Maybe they were. I’m sorry your memories are hurtful. Hopefully other women were a positive influence in your life. If it matters – your thoughts are shared by my daughter. I wasn’t a bad mother – I was just not the mother she wanted.

        • At some point, I hope you begin to forgive her for whatever happened between you and her. And I mean a deep forgiving of whatever happened. We are all deeply flawed, and sometimes we just have to reconcile ourselves with the truth that our parents struggled with their own issues and sometimes their children were deeply hurt by their behavior. Forgiving them is the key to our own acceptance of who they were, and what they did. Just a thought. Not a reprimand. We feel what we feel.

      • Aileen, I sat here crying, remembering my own selfless mother. I was one of five and it was never easy for my parents. Thank you for this gift of love!

    • Beautiful Aileen.

      A pastor at a funeral once said,…

      Do not pine for the loss of a loved one, for the people that they loved and have gone before them are on the other side welcoming them home, and they will be there to welcome you.

      The trials and tribulations of this life are over and they bask in the Glory of God and His Heaven, and He will say to them,…
      Well done my good and faithful servant.

    • Thank you Aileen. I was waiting for this since yesterday. :) How fortunate you were to have such a mother. And how fortunate she was to have such a loving daughter to remember her so eloquently.

    • Aileen, that was a wonderful telling of the life of your mother, and worthy indeed of publication on this blog on Mother’s Day. It is worthy of much wider distribution so others can learned about your mother’s amazing life. There are many mother’s from that era, and even today, who live selfless lives, sacrificing all manner of personal niceties so that their children can have a strong foundation as they grow to be adults. Just a wonderful telling of who she was, and made my day. Thank you.

    • Aileen, thanks for sharing your lovely tribute to your mother. It took me down memory lane as I remembered my mother. She and my father also eloped and continued to live at their separate homes to help support their families. Times were tough back then (1930s).