A Few Suggestions to Stay Healthy

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Stop and Smell the Roses - Stay Healthy and Stress Free

By: Rosalinda Morgan

Author,Saving Wentworth Hall

Here are a few suggestions to stay healthy. I’ve been practicing healthy habits since I’m in my early 40s, and it shows because, at this last quarter stage of my life, I have no health issues and do not take any prescription drugs.

Dementia is one issue affecting the elderly. As you get old, you seem to forget things. Losing your keys is a minor sign, but if you keep forgetting something or forget what you said constantly, you should begin to worry. Walking, doing the crossword puzzle, cooking, and reading keep your brain active. I read a lot, write quite a bit, and am an editor of two quarterly newsletters. Exercise or any physical activity will increase your brain’s protective proteins and lower your risk of developing dementia. I also take time to garden – taking care of my 60 roses and…

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Memorial Day 2022

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Lest we forget. . . Remember the men in uniform who fought so we can have the freedom we enjoy today.

Memorial Day, as Decoration Day gradually came to be known, originally honored only those lost while fighting in the Civil War. But during World War I, the United States found itself embroiled in another major conflict, and the holiday evolved to commemorate American military personnel who died in all wars,

It originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971. Many Americans observe Memorial Day by visiting cemeteries or memorials, holding family gatherings, and participating in parades.

I found these old photos of my two boys joining their father in participating in the Memorial Day Parade in 1977 in Oyster Bay.

Did you know? Each year on Memorial Day, a national moment of remembrance takes place at 3:00 pm local time.

It is unclear where this tradition originated; numerous different communities may have independently initiated the memorial gatherings. And some records show that one of the earliest Memorial Day commemorations was organized by a group of formerly enslaved people in Charleston, South Carolina, less than a month after the Confederacy surrendered in 1865. Nevertheless, in 1966 the federal government declared Waterloo, New York, the official birthplace of Memorial Day—which first celebrated the day on May 5, 1866. It was chosen because it hosted an annual, community-wide event, during which businesses closed, and residents decorated the graves of soldiers with flowers and flags.

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Must I Move On?

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On the occasion of Matthew Morgan's 2nd death anniversary, I dedicate the poem below:
I quietly grieve
In silence, In darkness
I found myself in tears.
Like Montmorency Falls
Unwavering, it flows
It heaves a sigh for years.

I'm missing you.
Wanting to hear your voice
Reciting limerick
To make me laugh with joy.
Missing you at dinner time
Someone to talk to
Needing your company
Day in and day out, I do.

Must I move on?
Wondering too often.
Without you, life is lonely
Without an anchor, I'm adrift at sea.
I hear you say, "Sail on!
Waste not, time is precious.
Life is fleeting. Sorrow not wanting.
Take good care of yourself,
The horizon is vast and waiting.
Grieve not. Time for you to move on!"

Copyright 2022 ©Rosalinda R Morgan
Matt as a youngster painted by Madame Shoumatoff, who did the famous unfinished portrait of Pres. Franklin D. Roosevelt who died while sitting for the portrait on April 12, 1945.
Matt when he joined the U.S. Navy in 1944 when Franklin D. Roosevelt was the Commander-in-Chief.





I wanted to write something memorable for my husband’s 2nd death anniversary. Matt always recited verses, mostly incongruous and funny while he was alive. I kept telling him to write them down because I could not possibly remember them. He did not listen. 





I’m not a poet. This little poem just popped out of my head from nowhere. Is Matt dictating this to me? 






















			
					

	




			
				


			

		

			
Happy National Jeep Day, Angels!

						

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In June 1940, with World War II on the horizon, the U.S. Army solicited bids from 135 automakers for a 1/4 ton “light reconnaissance vehicle” tailored to Army specifications. Only three companies responded — Bantam, Willys, and Ford — but, within a year’s time they collectively produced the template for the vehicle known worldwide as the “jeep”.




Willys-Overland delivered the prototype “Quad” (named for the 4×4 system it featured), to the U.S. Army on Armistice Day (Veteran’s Day), November of 1940. The design was completed in a remarkable 75 days.




During the ensuing years, from WWII to Vietnam, the Angels made use of this historic vehicle in training, combat and occupation duty. From Toccoa to Tokyo, Fort Campbell to Korea, Germany and Fort Benning, the 11th Airborne’s troopers drove, stole, and maneuvered the Jeep through some of the toughest conditions possible.




They came to respect the Jeep as no other…




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A tribute to my parents on their 79th wedding anniversary if they are here today

						

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With the war going on in Ukraine, I thought of the war in the Philippines when I was a baby. War is a terrible thing, and in memory of my parent’s 79th wedding anniversary, I’m reposting this story of how Dad’s decision saved our lives from the massacre. Otherwise, my three brothers and I won’t be here today. Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Love you both and miss you every day!









I sent this story four years ago to a fellow blogger, GPCox, who blogs about WWII in the Pacific at https://PacificParatrooper.wordpress.com. It is an excerpt from my book, BAHALA NA, Come What May. If you’re a fan of WWII Pacific Theatre, go and visit Pacific Paratrooper and say hello to GP.









Thank you.









Mom and Dad are on the terrace during their 50th Wedding Anniversary celebration at their home.






My father told me this story of what happened…


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Happy Valentine’s Day

						

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Here’s looking at you, kid. A Grande Amore Rose for you!











I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree.

                       By Christina Rossetti, ‘The First Day’.
























			
					

	




			
				


			

		

			
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I would like to thank Ben Punongbayan for allowing me to repost this series. It is an eye-opener and food for thought for the Filipino people. I hope the right leader will emerge in the near future!










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IF I WERE THE NEXT PRESIDENT (Part 15 and last of a series)




By BEN R. PUNONGBAYAN




Founder, Buklod National Political Party




We need the right leader to make the many programs articulated in this Commentary Series happen.




Unfortunately, we cannot find that person from the present cohort of political leaders. These present leaders are trapped in the current self-serving political practices, such as perpetuation of political power, abuse of power in various forms, pork barrel budget allocations, corruption, and prevention of legislations that seek to check or prevent such self-serving practices.




Because of the preoccupation to these self-serving practices, making government to work efficiently is neglected; and conspiracy in lower-level corruption is given a blind eye.




As a result of all these, funds that are needed for the general welfare and betterment of the lives of the people become limited and inadequate. For this reason, poverty, homelessness, child…




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How Filipinos Welcome the New Year

						

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Filipinos have a unique way of welcoming the New Year. Many of these superstitions have been passed down through generations, and they become part of the Filipino customs and traditions in the belief of ushering in a prosperous New Year.









To prepare for New Year’s Eve, Filipinos spend the last days of the year vigorously cleaning everything. However, you are not supposed to do any cleaning on New Year’s Day, so you don’t sweep away the good fortune that came in on New Year’s Eve.









Filipinos try to dress in polka-dots because anything round signifies prosperity. Pockets are filled with round coins, which are jangled to attract wealth. Coins are also scattered around the house, on top of tables and in drawers.









Before the clock strikes midnight to herald in the new year, turn on all lights so that the coming year is bright. All doors must be left wide…


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A Soldier’s Christmas Eve

						

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I got this poem from a mailing from the Disabled American Veterans. Please take a pause and remember our armed forces who gave us our freedom.










‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,





in a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.





I had come down the chimney with presents to give,





and to see just who in this home did live.





I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,





no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.





No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand,





and on the wall pictures of far distant lands.





With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,





a sobering thought came to my mind.





For this house was different, so dark and so dreary,





the home of a soldier, now I could see clearly.





The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,





curled up on the floor in this one-bedroom home.





The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,





not how I pictured a United States soldier.





Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?





Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?





I realized the families that I saw this night,





owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.





Soon round the world, the children would play,





and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.





They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,





because of the soldiers, like the one lying her.





I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,





on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home.





The very thought brought a tear to my eye,





I dropped to my knees and started to cry.





The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,





“Santa don’t cry, this live is my choice;





I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,





my life is my God, my country, my corps.”





The soldier rolled over and soon drifted to sleep,





I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep,





I keep watch for hours, so silent and still,





and we both shivered from the cold evening’s chill.





I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark, night,





this guardian of honor so willing to fight.





Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,





whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas day, all is secure.”





One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,





“Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.”





By Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt










Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays





and a Happy, Healthy New Year to All!















By Rosalinda Morgan, Author of “Saving Wentworth Hall”


			
					

	




			
				


			

		

			
Acculturating essential values

						

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IF I WERE THE NEXT PRESIDENT (Part 14 of a series)




By BEN R. PUNONGBAYAN




Founder, Buklod National Political Party




In the earlier parts of this Commentary Series, I dwell on the more important reforms and actions that the government must do to make the lives of the Filipino people much better, achieve higher economic growth and improve public governance.




To help achieve all these goals and maintain and sustain such achievements, it is necessary that the Filipino people themselves imbibe some essential cultural values that we still have yet to acquire.




The first among these values is giving respect to the rights of others. We tend to assert strongly our own rights but conveniently forget that the fellow citizens we live with have also the same rights.




When we break into a waiting line, we are blatantly ignoring the rights of others. When we drive against the flow of…




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