It has been six weeks since my fiftieth high school reunion.
I had the pleasure of staying a day with friends in the small town of Floresville,Texas about 30 miles southeast of San Antonio.
Bonnie and I were buddies our Senior year, eating lunch together almost every day, along with Claudia, another friend. We were, all three from military families, bonding over our newness at a school, where many had known each other most of their lives.
Social media reconnected us several years ago. Facebook it is good in that respect. When Bonnie and Charlie invited me to stay at their home, reunion weekend I enthusiastically accepted.
The Sunday morning after the reunion was a stellar early autumn day. We leisurely drank coffee outside under the trees and after breakfast later, went into the picturesque country town to visit a Nursery. Looking at plants, is always a favorite pastime of mine made even more enjoyable with friends.
The quiet, small town America I visited that day was brought to its knees yesterday, as a gunman murdered over two dozen people in a little Baptist church in the next community over. Two people among those who lost their lives were the people I met at the nursery-kind, pleasant good people.
When I read the message from Bonnie this morning, letting me know this, I was reminded of how fragile life is and how interwoven our lives can be. I recalled a Buddhist parable titled Indra's Web,which I read long ago. It speaks about the interconnectedness of us all.
The universal "we" of mankind made even more clear this morning in the aftermath in a small Texas town.
© Nancilynn Saylor
6 November 2017
On this most recent Memorial Day weekend i spent sometime reflecting on the soldiers In my life. My maternal grandfather was a horse soldier in WW1; i have a photocopy of his draft notice snd a picture of him in uniform on a horse.
My father was in the Navy, the Army Air Corp and later the United States Air Force. He flew in planes in the Navy during WW11. He served during the Korean conflict and Viet Nam war. He was in the military his entire working career.
My uncle’s, cousins, brother, two husbands and my oldest son also served, as well as a niece. They all felt a call yo serve.
A strong thread of patriotism is woven through the fabric of my life.
No one in my immediate family died in war. My mother’s first fiance died in the second world war. A dear high school friend paid with his life in Viet Nam; another friend was one of the countless victims who returned as mere shells of the young men who left. Their minds forever scarred.
When my father was in the last year of life the Navy awarded.him some medals 70 years after he earned them. All of his five children attended the extremely moving ceremony…he hated being in the spotlight but endured the event for us kids. Less than a year he was gone; buried in the military cemetery at Fort Sam Houston. His was not the only funeral I attended in that place filled with a seemingly unending ocean of white tombstones. I suspect it will not be the last. The sound of Taps played on bugle on a gray December after a twenty one gun salute will forever be etched on my heart.
This year I needed my flag hung early. Saturday we hung it over our front porch. The next morning at Mass, there was an elderly man alone, a few rows in front of me. He had a colorful shirt on , on a grey, rainy Sunday. I was startled to notice the naval planes and ships on the shirt on the word “Midway” in red lettering. I left my seat when it was time to offer each other the sign of peace and walked up to where he was standing and touched his arm. He turned as I said “Peace be with you.” That ever present thread of patriotism will always tie me to the military. I looked in his aged eyes and saw another American hero.
Peace be with them all, now and forever.
©Nancilynn Saylor. June 6, 2017
They answered a call. kissed their mothers goodbye. Never to return…
©Nancilynn Saylor. Memorial Day 2017
Photo from Internet of VietNam memorial wall /Remembering Hank
I awakened after a night of restless dreams to a sweet text message from one of my late son Steve’s high school friends. He always adored Jo and they participated in theater arts together…he truly loved her for her beautiful heart.
I have a some sweet special friendships with many of his friends from high school and am happy to report that it is a positive result from FaceBook. Social media can have some positive benefits .
My sons had a wild and wacky relationship growing up. They often fought like siblings can do, but would defend each other like knights, against the dragons of the outside world!
I miss my oldest boy and know his brother, Mike, does too!
So thank you, dear “JoJo” Daly-Di Nova, for this morning surprise picture from your ten year reunion. Love those beautiful smiles!
© Nancilynn Saylor 16 February 2017
Such a nice surprise!
Flowers from the house next door,
Happier new year!
Thank you, Amanda!
Nancilynn Saylor January 5, 2017
While working last week, my friend and I heard a thump
on the plate glass picture window of the shop…
I had a sickening feeling in my stomach
because I’ve heard such thumps
I sighed as I went to the door and looked out.
A small bird lay, stunned, below on the sidewalk.
Rushing over, I stooped and gathered her up in my hand.
She was a tiny, immature female Cardinal.
My very favorite bird- more admired and revered even above an Eagle.
They often appear to me and remind me of loved ones who are gone.
I took the tiny creature inside. Her neck wobbled too freely.
My friend held her as
I reached for a small box to set her in.
In my heart
I wanted her to just be stunned. My brain
Her feathers were as soft as kitten fur.
Before I could turn back
her spirit slipped away.
photo from Pintrest of immature female Cardinal
gods as companions
we were never so
as a species…
to hold up our end
Companions were sent:
Nothing took hold- until arrived
In our most lame moments,
dogs like! Gilligan, he
Of snaggled tooth and curly, beige hair!
He, who wondered why
I thought I was in charge-,
he knew differently.
He stayed for seventeen years
and herded me,
Wherever I was supposed
And, upon my arriving at the place,
He lay beneath my feet
and breathed his last…
I scarcely lived through the next five days
before getting another rescue
no one else
I could not bear to walk in the door
of a house that had no dog!
you or me?
What a mess you were
scarred from repeated foiled escapes
you, looking just like Toto
clicked my heels
and you were home.
Tomorrow makes a week
that you too, are gone
Seventeen years- twelve by my side!
Oh my dog, my dog
you have forsaken me.
My heart still cannot take a breath