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Draga Tata , iti multumesc pentru toate povestile carora nu le-am aflat sfarsitul decat  tarziu ! * A fost o data ca-n povesti……a fost ca niciodata*…..

Multumesc  sportivului  , care mi-a  explicat  cuvintele fotbalului , strigand  linga tine in tribuna Giulestiului ;

Multumesc  pentru Duminicile   la hipodrom  unde am indragit caii  si cursele . Cat se supara mama pe noi  !  haha .  Stii, abia acum gust  *viciile* astea… La  Kentucky Derby  esti  linga mine  mereu !

Multumesc pentru arta sahului ,  cand te lasai batut !

Multumesc pentru vizitele la “mos Nichifor” unde mi-am descoperit arta cititului  cartilor interzise !-care-i tapetau camera .

Multumesc  pentru  cand m-ai scapat din bratele lui “ dl Tudor” caci il poceam pe  *Zdreanta* mai mult decat il flocaise autorul  ;

Multumesc pentru *Invitatia la vals * cand l-ai rugat  pe *nea’ Miha* sa-mi semneze cartea cu  dedicatia ce m-a emotionat  mult !  ( stii , inca o am si o mai rasfaiesc )

Multumesc pentru zilele  *dolce far niente*  la Mogosoaia in compania *nebunilor betivi* …   *Spune-mi, daca te-as prinde-ntr-o zi si ti-as saruta talpa piciorului, nu-i asa ca ai schiopata putin ….de teama sa nu-mi strivesti sarutul ??…..Atunci l-am indragit pe Nichita !

Multumesc  pentru toate dulcile *escapade*  de la  Nestor si Capsa , la chenzina – unde ma rasfatai cu prajituri !

Multumesc pentru toate florile cumparate de la  *sa-ti traiasca frantuzoaica , Conasule*  uitindu-se lung la  Tine !.

Multumesc  pentru   *musica programata* de   la Atheneu , Duminica dimineata !

Multumesc  pentru  toate drumurile deschise cu rabdare si dragoste  ! Multumesc  tarziu , prea tarziu , caci ai fost mandru de mine !   Ai plecat repede , mult prea repede   ; N-am apucat  sa-ti multumesc cum se cuvenea  niciodata !

Dar stiu , cineva  acolo sus  ma iubeste , inca !

Pentru  tot  iti multumesc  azi si mereu, draga Tata !

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All gave some , Some gave  all  …!

freedom is not free





In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915.
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
In Flanders fields….  ………RESPECT AND HONOR !!!unknown tomb

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation’s service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women’s groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, “Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping” by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication “To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead” (Source: Duke University’s Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of people to honor the war dead in the 1860’s tapped into the general human need to honor our dead, each contributed honorably to the growing movement that culminated in Gen Logan giving his official proclamation in 1868. It is not important who was the very first, what is important is that Memorial Day was established. Memorial Day is not about division. It is about reconciliation; it is about coming together to  HONOR THOSE WHO GAVE THEIR ALL .



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