celebration

And so another Fourth of July has come and gone. My favorite Holiday.

We won the Lions Club Bob Hughson Award for our entry in the Duncanville parade. Sure was fun, despite my poor feet. Sheila's big red truck was decorated so thoroughly you could barely see the color of the paint beneath the banners and ribbons and flags. Even the chairs in the back were appropriately colored. Regent Jo Ann Holt held the red white and blue trophy aloft for all to see as we wound our way through the town's main streets.

I noticed there were NO uniformed military personnel in the audience. Did see two elderly gentlemen wearing logo caps that proclaimed their Vet status. But what really got me was that as we marched I saw less than ten people who actually got out of their chairs and stood, hand over heart, as the National Standard, carried proudly and gloriously well by one of our newest Chapter members, went by.

Perhaps patriotism sleeps, but it has not died -- it is alive and well and living at First DeSoto. Sunday morning Kristi opened the proceedings for our class by singing the National Anthem. ALL of our people got out of their chairs and sang along. At noon the entire congregation stood at attention in the Life Center and said the Pledge of Allegiance. I get chills now just remembering.

"Oh thus be it ever when free men shall stand between their loved homes and the war's desolation; blessed with vict'ry and peace may the Heav'n rescued land praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a Nation."

As for me and mine, we care not for fashion, and less about political correctness, but more about honoring those who fought and died for our right to fly Our Flag. Not just on the 4th, but every day. Long may it wave!