Saturday, November 25, 2017


The memorial's appearance is starkly dramatic. A pair of black polished granite walls, devoid of everything but rows of names of the 58,196 American men and women who died in Vietnam. The walls meet to form a V, its arms embracing a piece of ground to create a boundary that separates the living from the dead.

"People make pilgrimages - which is what people do at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial - to be transformed intellectually and spiritually at a place of power, the kinds of things people do there are acts of commemoration - touching the names, leaving flowers, photos, flags. Those are the things people do in sacred places." Edward Linenthal, - professor of religion and American culture.

As you approach The Wall the mood of the place is sacred. Mourners cry. Visitors move slowly and speak in hushed tones. Objects placed at the memorial include bouquets, poems, photographs and metal bracelets engraved with the names of prisoners of war.  To stand here and see all those names is  humbling in it's realization of the amount of lives that were lost. So many names of so many Americans whose memory is immortalized in that marble wall.

They are the men who served in Vietnam – Never Forget.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Nova Scotia - A Time To Relax!

I’m still dreaming of the quaint, rustic fishing villages we visited from Lunenburg to Peggy’s Cove in Nova Scotia last month. It was so relaxing to sit on my balcony, gaze out over the small fleet of fishing boats and wander down to the wharf and watch the fishing boats head out in the early morning and return later in the day to unload catches of crab, lobster, scallops and many other types of seafood. 
These quaint towns and sleepy fishing villages are wonderfully weather worn to a varying degree. Even spanning hundreds of years and despite hordes of visitors, each town retains its own individual character. To the north, Tantallon, French Village and Fox Pointe are more populated, especially in the summer, with plenty of locally owned restaurantsbars and shops. And then to the south, on Mahone Bay to Blue Rocks, a bevy of quaint, neatly isolated towns sit nestled right along the ocean. In Nova Scotia one road leads to them all.

Thanks for looking.