There are many things we learn as we grow. If we are fortunate we will remember a few. Here is one such lesson pertinent to Veteran’s Day.
Alice (Billman) Cobb was my mother’s mother. I called her Nanny or Nana. She was committed to her family, friends, community, and country. She introduced to me volunteerism, politics, Walter Cronkite, and Lawrence Welk. She encouraged my love of reading and nurtured me when I needed it. Nanny was a stabling factor in my life. Her teachings demonstrated what P.I.E.S. represents and graciously taught me many life lessons. Lessons given are worthy of sharing, so with a warm heart I share my nana’s lessons with you.
Nana’s Life Lesson
Respect Your Country
Red corn poppies, candy canes, Royal Neighbors of America, and political propaganda covered the dining room table and floor at Nana’s house on B Street in Livingston, Montana. At her insistence, I handed out red corn poppies to a passerby on Veteran’s Day; from her voice, I listened to the words of “In Flanders Field” by Lieutenant Colonel Tammy McCrae. And because the red poppies invaded my play area, her dining room, I listened intently to the words.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
Stay tune for more.