MEMORIAL DAY

Today we honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice in service to our Country as well as those who served and are serving.

A tribute to my first husband who served in the Air Force, National Guard and then Regular Army where he attended Signal Corps School in New Jersey.

Edward C. Patterson, my wonderful step-father but more like a father, was in the Navy Seabees doing tours of duty in active zones like Viet Nam, Korea, and was stationed at Guantanamo Bay Naval Base for a while.    

If you look closely at the photo below you will notice a Presidential Seal and Patch as Pat also served at Camp David during the years of President Eisenhower, President Kennedy and Pres. Lyndon Johnson.  Oh but I enjoyed the stories Pat would tell me when I stayed the weekend with them.

A Shield I recently hooked, an adaptation of a triptych design.

Hope the angle of the photo of my door wreath doesn't make you dizzy, but I'm too lazy to take another.

And a Patriotic Bear and Hat I made which is always on duty in my office.

Hope you have a safe and fun Memorial Day today.

Saundra

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Happy Memorial Day

Remembering those who served and made the ultimate sacrifice.

Also want to thank  those men and women who have served in the past and those now serving to protect us and our country.  This includes the men in the blue uniform who run toward the gunfire and the firefighters who run into the flames.

Look to the far left at that young sailor...that was my step father when he was young and way before he met my mother.  His name was Edward C. Patterson (Pat), from Ohio.  Pat served on the Presidential staff during Eisenhower, Kennedy and Johnson.  Getting out of the helicopter for those who may not know, is President Eisenhower and Charles De Gaull. 

The photo of Pat above is how he looked when he  met my mom.  That is an old toy truck from his childhood, his dad's pocket watch, and two Presidential seals he wore when in uniform.

I was 27 when he and mother met and later married.  When I would go visit them Pat and I would sit up way into the a.m. and I listened to his stories of being stationed at Camp David.

He was an ornery boy, he would say, and bought himself a few bar stools in his time.  When off duty and leaving Camp David he was required to surrender all identification ~ not just him, but anyone assigned duty there.

Oh but I could tell you some interesting stories, and wish he were here so we could chat once again.  Love and miss you Pat.

Saundra