Monday, October 19, 2009

Carolyn checks in on "Shifty" article

Hi to all that this reaches,

I took the GCT France tour including Normandy this year-was "in the trenches" 2 weeks before the 60th anniversary of D Day. What an awsome trip!!! GCT gave us flowers to place as we saw fit-there were lots of pieces of history which came alive-Bob's dad was shot down in Belgium and captured 2 weeks after D Day and my Dad was also a paratrooper who landed in Belgium-This e-mail brought it all back and made me proud to be related to two men from different countries (Canada and UK) who served over there. The stained glass in the church including paratroopers made a special impression. I too will make time to think about "Shifty"

Carolyn Starr, TX

Sunday, October 18, 2009

From the Sommers

This is making another round. I don't remember if I sent it to you or not. Have a tissue handy.

Love,

Mary

Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass. It is about learninghow to dance in the rain. This is a Memorial service for Shifty, a WWII VET This is a Memorial service for Shifty, a WWII VET I owe him and you owe him! No, he didn't sing "You ain't nuthin but aHoun' Dawg, or dance "Thriller." He did oh so much more! We're hearing a lot today about big splashy memorial services. I want a nationwide memorial service for Darrell "Shifty" Powers. Shifty volunteered for the airborne in WWII and served with Easy Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, part of the 101st Airborne Infantry. If you've seen Band of Brothers on HBO or the History Channel , you know Shifty. His character appears in all 10 episodes, and Shifty himself is interviewed in several of them. I met Shifty in the Philadelphia airport several years ago. I didn't know who he was at the time. I just saw an elderly gentleman having trouble reading his ticket. I offered to help, assured him that he was at the right gate, and noticed the "Screaming Eagle," the symbol of the 101st Airborne, on his hat. Making conversation, I asked him if he'd been in the 101st Airborne or if his son was serving. He said quietly that he had been in the 101st. I thanked him for his service, then asked him when he served, and how many jumps he made. Quietly and humbly, he said "Well, I guess I signed up in 1941 or so, and was in until sometime in 1945 .. . . " at which point my heart skipped.. At that point, again, very humbly, he said "I made the 5 training jumps at Toccoa, and then jumped into Normandy . . . . do you know where Normandy is?" At this point my heart stopped. I told him "yes, I know exactly where Normandy is, and I know what D-Day was." At that point he said "I also made a second jump into Holland , into Arnhem ." I was standing with a genuine war hero . . . . and then I realized that it was June , just after the anniversary of D-Day.. I asked Shifty if he was on his way back from France , and he said "Yes. And it's real sad because, these days, so few of the guys are left, and those that are, lots of them can't make the trip." My heart was in my throat and I didn't know what to say. I helped Shifty get onto the plane and then realized he was back in Coach while I was in First Class. I sent the flight attendant back to get him and said that I wanted to switch seats. When Shifty came forward, I got up out of the seat and told him I wanted him to have it, that I'd take his in coach. He said "No, son, you enjoy that seat. Just knowing that there are still some who remember what we did and who still care is enough to make an old man very happy." His eyes were filling up as he said it. And mine are brimming up now as I write this. Shifty died on June 17, 2009 after fighting cancer. There was no parade. No big event in Staples Center . No wall to wall back to back 24x7 news coverage. No weeping fans on television. And that's not right. Let's give Shifty his own Memorial Service, online, in our own quiet way. Please forward this email to everyone you know. Especially to the veterans. Rest in peace, Shifty.

Mark Pfiefer,
Employee Dow Jones



Saturday, October 17, 2009

Latest update from Dottie

I just picked Claire up from the airport this evening. She had spent the last week in Syracuse, NY visiting Hettie, Kate, and Kathy--- all the NY gals on our New Zealand trip. They had a good time. I am so glad to hear what every one is doing, and to know that people like you all and June and her husband are staying in touch some way.

Thanks, Chuck.

Dottie

PS,

Anyone heard from Muriel?????

Thanks,

Chuck

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

How's the Weather

Thank you, Chuck, for sharing this message with the multitudes. I don't do "twitter" or "facebook" or 'blog' or ????? so am really happy to see something like this go out to so many.

All is well here in Eloy. We are tiny, quiet, and backward in many ways, but I love it. No, we don't even have a stop light yet, and I hope we don't get one as long as I am living here.

Bob and I are enjoying the cooler weather, but we understand we may have some heat over the weekend. Love to you and Marilyn.

Dottie

Chuck's response:

Hello again Dottie,

It's my pleasure in posting your emails and, hopefully, emails from the other tour participants. And, I am happy to report that it has rained some one to two inches in Los Angeles today. This rain storm came historically very early and was very gentle in that the rain fell throughout the day. So our fire burned areas did not suffer any mud slides. The Sierra Nevada's received up to a foot in the lower levels and 6-8 feet in the high elevations. So much for global warming this year.

Also From Dottie with follow-up comment from June

Chuck, thanks for sending this e-mail. It brought tears to my eyes that someones generousity brought more from others.

June


From Dottie

The Sack Lunches:

I put my carry-on in the luggage
compartment and sat down in my
assigned seat. It was going to be a
long flight. 'I'm glad I have a
good book to read. Perhaps I will get
a short nap,' I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of
soldiers came down the aisle and
filled all the vacant seats, totally
surrounding me. I decided to
start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?'

I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.

'Petawawa. We'll be there for two
weeks for special training, and then
we're being deployed to Afghanistan.

After flying for about an hour, an
announcement was made that sack
lunches were available for five
dollars. It would be several hours
before we reached the east, and I
quickly decided a lunch would help
pass the time...

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a

soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch.

'No, that seems like a lot of money for

just a sack lunch.

Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks.

I'll wait till we get to base.'

His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers.

None were buying lunch. I
walked to the back of the plane and
handed the flight attendant a
fifty dollar bill.
'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.'

She grabbed my arms and squeezed
tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me.

'My son was a soldier in Iraq ;

it's almost like you are doing it for him.'

Picking up ten sacks, she headed up
the aisle to where the soldiers
were seated. She stopped at my seat
and asked, 'Which do you like
best - beef or chicken?'

'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why
she asked. She turned and went to
the front of plane, returning a
minute later with a dinner plate from
first class 'This is your thanks..'

After we finished eating, I went
again to the back of the plane,
heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did.

I want to be part of it. Here, take this.'

He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I
saw the Flight Captain coming down
the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers

as he walked, I hoped he was not

looking for me, but noticed he was

looking at the numbers only on
my side of the plane. When he got to

my row he stopped, smiled,

held out his hand, and said,

I want to shake your hand.'

Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I
stood and took the Captain's hand.
With a booming voice he said, 'I was
a soldier and I was a military pilot.
Once, someone bought me a lunch.
It was an act of kindness I never forgot.'

I was embarrassedwhen applause

was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the
plane so I could stretch my legs.
A man who was seated about six rows
in front of me reached out his
hand, wanting to shake mine. He left
another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my
belongings and started to deplane.
Waiting just inside the airplane door
was a man who stopped me, put
something in my shirt pocket, turned,
and walked away without saying a
word. Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the
soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.

I walked over to them and handed them

seventy-five dollars.

'It will take you some time to reach the base.

It will be about time for a sandwich.
God Bless You.'

Ten young men left that flight
feeling the love and respect of their
fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car,

I whispered a prayer for their safe return.
These soldiers were giving their all for our country.

I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little...



A veteran is someone who, at one
point in his life, wrote a blank check
made payable to 'The United States of
America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'

That is Honor, and there are way too many

people in this country who no longer understand it.'

May God give you the strength and
courage to pass this along to
everyone on your email buddy list....

I JUST DID......

Sunday, September 27, 2009

From Dottie

Subject: Keep Your Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things in order, she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

There's one more thing, she said excitedly.

What's that? came the Pastor's reply.

This is very important,the young woman continued. I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it? the young woman asked.

Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, "Keep your fork." It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Great friends are a very rare jewel, indeed; they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to 'Keep your fork.'

Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share....

Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.

And keep your fork.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Marvellous (and close) MARS

This seems to me to be a major event in our lives, so I am sharing it with everyone I know. I hope that we will all get to see this happening between the first of August---- and as it develops night after night-- throughout the month of August---- so that we can have an event in common with everyone that will never be seen again in our lifetime. Pretty special, I'd say!!!!!!!

Love, Dottie

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