04 July 2017

Happy Fourth Of July & Patriotic Musings

As I sit at my desk looking over the green grass, with an American Flag gently blowing in the soft morning breeze.
I am reminded of the mindset that we are all one in American and my heart overflows with gratitude.
Growing up in rural America in the 60's we were a community of worker bees, striving to keep the colony healthy, thriving and united. It was sort of a blissful time.
I suppose it was a Mayberry RFD mindset and it was peaceful and it worked!
No matter the differences and strife that we hear of, I know in my heart that we are all here to work together and celebrate our beautiful Country.
Setting a positive example for one another never hurts either and if I must occasionally bury my head in the sand, well so be it! I am a woman of another decade...now that's another sort of freedom and let it ring too!
I am not a political woman I am a proud woman of the Country that I live in and I call home.
I don't even listen to the news, I just believe in my heart that we are all here to love.
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Today I am remembering and honoring the WWII veterans as well as  my Mom and Dad.
My parents were not political either, they just did what was they believed was right and took pride in their home, land and the fact that Dad had returned safely from WWII. 
These memories actually make me feel teary and comfort me too. 
There is a grounding in the knowledge of where you come from so to speak and knowing that what you believe in is always true as long as you keep it pure in your heart.
Folks will always want to spin tales, but right is right and wrong is wrong and at the end of the day we should all focus on getting along.
Just that fact that Dad made it home from the war was enough to celebrate life everyday.
Momma had tended to the farm, her aging Father and my sister Sandra while Dad was away. 
Quite an agenda for a young twenty year old woman.
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I am ending this post with one neat fact on World War II.
The women during this time period gave up wearing stockings in order for those materials to go into the making of supplies for the War.
Can you imagine giving up of your beauty resources!
If so, what one would it be? 
As for me I cannot live without lipstick, mascara or a touch of bronzer...guess the foundation would have to go!
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Happy Fourth of July to each and everyone!
XO
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Jemma's home is a quiet spot nestled among the trees. You might find me writing, reading, or puttering in my Greenhouse, tweaking a recipe, crafting a wreath or loving on my grands. Always living with a grateful heart.

19 comments:

  1. Good morning sweet friend.

    I am with you; I grew up in the 60s to quite a different tune, living in city of Los Angeles. But no matter how difficult or different my experience may be from yours, I had both my parents, they kept me safe, I had BLISSFUL summers and an upbringing I am grateful for. I agree with you: we are here to love.

    Yesterday on our way home from a doctor's appointment, Ruben and I were driving home and a beautiful garden caught our eye. We stopped, seeing that the owner of the property was out tending his garden. We had such a great conversation with this young man, who I am guessing is a first generation immigrant from an Asian country. His English was stellar, and his passion for gardening was infectious. I couldn't stop thinking how beautiful he was, in all his passion and pride for his garden. He enthusiastically answered all our questions, demonstrating his mastery of the English language by knowing distinct vocabulary for garden terms. But what impressed me the most was his LOVE for his patch of the USA. Though his home is a city away from us (St. Paul - we are in Minneapolis), I felt, "He is my neighbor." We are here to love one another, aren't we?

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  2. A beautiful post. I do feel so blessed to have grown up in rural America with godly loving parents in this land that I love! Have a wonderful 4th!πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡ΈπŸ˜Š❤️

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  3. Amen! I don't listen to the news either...it is so negative. Hm, I guess I'd give up eyeshadow...can't do without my lipstick or eyeliner. Ha.
    Happy 4th, sweet friend!

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  4. I love this post! I'm the same age and understand what it was then. My Dad too served in World War II and thankfully came home. My mother talked about the rationing of silk stockings back then too. They made a lot of sacrifices during those times didn't they. I'm proud to be an American and this celebration of our independence is such an important day! God Bless the USA and may we always remember those who sacrificed to keep our freedom! πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ

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  5. Lovely post Jemma. A true meaning for this special day. Lots of sacrifices were made in the day. It is not all about grilling hot dogs, etc. I cannot do without my lipstick. Thanks for sharing such Heart warming patriotic post. Xo

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  6. Happy 4th of July Jemma! Pride for country and fellow Americans is ingrained in us, no matter what is going on around the world. We have so much to be thankful for in our country. I saw this same pride in Canada this past Saturday as they celebrated 150 years on Canada Day. Whether it is red and white with a maple leaf, or the stars and stripes with red, white and blue, pride for country and our fellow citizens is the best kind to have!

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  7. LOL I could not give up my lipstick either. My grandmother use to say honey just put on a little lipstick and everything will be ok!!!! I believe that!!! We as women being born into this country are the luckiest women on the planet. Even with all the negative stuff going on we still live in a best country. Happy 4th.
    Hugs,
    Kris

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  8. This was nice....I would sacrifice it all because others have already done the same for me. The cost of our freedom is something we all take for granted and somewhere in my 40's this became crystal clear. It took getting back to the land, away from people to realize and see everything for what it really is...

    Your statement: Growing up in rural America in the 60's we were a community of worker bees, striving to keep the colony healthy, thriving and united. It was sort of a blissful time.

    I love this and it's what Robert and I hope to establish in every tiny house community we put together. Thanks for sharing your heart.... feels good, doesn't it?

    Hugs,
    Carole

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  9. Love this reflective post,Jemma. Happy Fourth to you sweet Friend!

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  10. Well said, Jemma. I long for the neighborliness of those days and earlier, the 50s and early 60s for me. There were so many good people around me, salt of the earth in truth. I miss my father so much. It was very important to him that my sisters and I respect and honor the sacrifices made for us by veterans. Our friends and kin were made up of both Democrat and Republican parties but there was no rancor or belittling among us.

    I long for that to happen again.

    God bless America,
    Dewena

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  11. I miss those days of old! Happy 4th of July to you, too, sweet friend. :) God bless you!

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  12. Happy fourth of July, Jemma! I love hearing the stories of you growing up on the farm and your dear mom and dad. They are so heartwarming. Your home looks festive for the holiday, and I sure do love that flying pig. I hope you are having a wonderful day. It's a quiet one this year, and I made hot dogs and baked beans for dinner, and maybe see some fireworks later on. Thank you for the e-mail card and thinking of me on this very special day celebrating our country.

    love, ~Sheri

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  13. LOL Jemma, I need eyeliner! I don't wear much lipstick but sometimes lip gloss! I experienced my own husband going off to war and though it was not easy, especially with two young children at the time, it was not as long and drawn out as WWII and we did not experience shortages or rationing of necessary every day staples. It must have been really tough.

    I grew up in rural New England and it was so much more peaceful and simple back then. Neighbors took care of each other and when friends and family gathered there was not the distraction of phones etc...Also news did not travel so quickly and we did not get bombarded with the same news stories over and over again. I've had to disconnect from the news as it feels very stressful and overwhelming.

    Still so much to be grateful for. God bless America! Hope you had a wonderful day. Your decorations are so festive and I love the flag pillow on that chair.(my heart beats true for the red white and blue!) xo
    Linda

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  14. I think those of us who grew up in the 50s and 60s enjoyed a much simpler life. I'm grateful for those times. I enjoyed your patriotic touches, Jemma. Happy 4th!

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  15. I don't listen to or watch the news either. I also don't get involved in politics. Not that I have my head buried in the sand - I just choose not to get involved. Too much negativity - who needs that? I did not know about WWII and the women giving up their hose. Thanks for the look back in time and for that knowledge!

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  16. Hi Jemma, this is a beautiful post and I totally agree with you on every point. I gave up watching news just recently. Not to be uninformed but to free my mind of all negative thinking and it's made a world of difference. To be creative, means being free of negative thoughts and ideals that others try and impose. Thank you for sharing and taking us back to a simpler time. Lovely decorative photos my talented friend. Enjoy July and happy summer. xoxo

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  17. Great patriotic post ❤️ I love hearing stories about our family. I would have the hardest time giving up my lipstick. I don't know if people today would be willing to sacrifice any of life's little luxuries for our troops (which makes me sad!) Freedom isn't free! ❤️

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  18. I was nodding along in agreement through your entire post, Jemma. My dad was tail gunner in WWII and yes, the fact that he made it home is amazing enough. After that, my parents were just worried about making ends meet and raising a decent, well behaved family. My dad was the ultimate patriot and I try to be as well.

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  19. Jemma, this is such a true and terrific post and really, it's what it's all about. The same with my dad and WWII. I think so much of the strife politically -- no matter what side people come down on -- is that they do love and value this country. It can be rough territory, those differences of opinion but the end result and hope is the same and that makes it all a bit more bearable, even when it's rugged.

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