Memorial Day 2013

Marine Memorial at Arlington

Ruth E. Hendricks Photography

My son Mark photographed the Marine Corps War Memorial when the family visited Arlington Cemetery a few weeks ago.  (The memorial is in Arlington VA, not in the actual cemetery)

When he showed me this photo today, I asked if he’d guest blog it for Memorial Day and he agreed.  Mark was in the USMC for six years.

We went for a walk this morning and there’s a little white clapboard church about 1/2 mile up the road.  Behind it was a small graveyard.

The third photo I took early Sunday in a rural cemetery by a headstone that had a flag in front of it.

This is the reflection (taken with a 70-200 Canon Lens L Series)

I read a moving article in the Roanoke Times (by Dan Casey) about the last of four brothers who served in WWII who tells the story of the other three who have…

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A Day of Remembrance

Reblog of Memorial Day in Zanesville Ohio May 2010.
Not a single like in 2010? Stay tuned for a new Memorial Day blog post Monday morning May 30, 2016…

Ruth E. Hendricks Photography

Memorial Day War Memorial in late afternoon light

Family members plant flowers, trim grass, pull a few weeds, decorate graves of loved ones.

One time Mary and I scrubbed lichen off the granite with our toothbrushes. I saw a watering can hang from  a spigot, a metal pipe in the ground. Boy Scouts place American flags by white stone veterans’ graves.

I remember when Bill played taps and as the clear notes sounded, the wind kicked up, blew swirls of dust and leaves, the sky got dark. And we all felt  a shivering chill.

Each helmet  bears a soldier’s name.

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Front Porch Still-Life at Dusk

Reblogged From March 2010 -if you’ve followed since the start, you remember this photograph 
Old seltzer bottles, a birdcage, the texture of the wicker, some stained glass at dusk.
J’s front porch with the sun sinking behind. Condensation inside the old glass, the metal tops. Artists usually arrange inanimate objects to create a still-life to paint or draw. This was already there, waiting.

But then it is an artist’s house.
Still Life, a grouping of inanimate objects arranged in a pleasing composition
  
Setting sun through old turquoise and plain glass seltzer bottles

Apples Wait to be Pressed into Cider- October 2009

This is a reblog- originally posted October 2009.

Sand Hill Berry Farm Cider Press- Bushels of Apples- October Sunday-Mt. Pleasant, PA

Red Currants and Red Raspberries their specialty, not to mention the gooseberries to make jam. Raspberry pies, and free raspberry sundaes. We roasted hot dogs over a fire, and marshmallows to make s’mores.  

Autumn color in the Laurel Highlands of Pennsylvania is hard to beat. The barn was filled with the smell of apples.

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Original four comments.  Zero likes .    My friend Dorothy passed in 2010.  A Memorial Poetry Reading is being planned for this November 13, 2015.  

Ruth, what a wonderful angle to take your picture to include indoors, outdoors and I can almost smell the apples.
Dorothy

 

  • Marlene  
    Great picture!
    Toni
    Great seeing you there in the beautiful countryside with your family. What a picture perfect day!! Those sundaes were really good! Love the photo!!

    Donna      

     How beautiful the colors came out!! Always the photographer

 

By Their Sidewalks You Will Know Them – Guest Poet Timons Esaias- Originally Posted 2-19-2010

First posted in February 2010 and again in 2013.  Thanks Timons Esaias Guest Poet

Sidewalk Shoveled

Tim’s Poem Came to Mind as I Admired the Concrete First Time in Two Weeks – Photographed Feb 2010

By Their Sidewalks You Will Know Them

Originally there were eleven Commandments

Moses, perhaps confused by the unfamiliar

snow, ice, and sidewalk,

botched one, and left it out.

But Buddha said that though Life is Pain,

falling on ice is gratuitous pain

and those who cause it, by neglect,

should never escape the Wheel of Rebirth;

and Lao-Tzu agreed, for those who will not

clear the path will never find the Way.

Zoroaster, in the endless war of light

against ice, demanded diligence;

claimed that those who surrender

the public way to the Enemy

have empty souls,

can scarcely be regarded as human.

The Prophet, regarding sidewalks and snow,

is silent; but his sura

Sand Drifting Against the Caravanserai Gate

is thought to apply. The condemnation there

is brutal and eternal.

Plato counted safe sidewalks as fundamental

to the ideal Republic, noting that those remiss

in this clear duty lacked all character;

and his pupil – perceptive, immortal Aristotle-

further declared, famously, that

lack of character

is destiny.

-Timons Esaias
Timons Esaias is a writer and poet living in Pittsburgh. His short stories, ranging from literary to genre, have been published in fourteen languages. He has had over a hundred poems in print, including Spanish, Swedish and Chinese translations, in such markets as 5AM, Bathtub Gin, Main Street Rag, Willard & Maple, Elysian Fields Quarterly: The Literary Journal of Baseball and many others. He has also been a finalist for the British Science Fiction Award, and won the Asimov’s Readers Award. His poetry chapbook, The Influence of Pigeons on Architecture, sold out two editions. He is Adjunct Faculty at Seton Hill University, in the Writing Popular Fiction M.F.A. Program. This poem was originally published in hotmetalpoets.com when it existed.
This entry was posted on February 19, 2010. It was filed under poetry, Things in the Snow and was tagged with city scene, HIghland Park, photo of the day, photography, Pittsburgh, Poem, poet, poetry, shovel, sidewalk, snow, Timons Esaias, urban scene, winter scene.

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16 responses

Bill
Too deep for me.

February 19, 2010 at 7:07 am Edit
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Toni Kichi
Makes me happy that our sidewalks are clear and clean – thanks to Mike!! I couldn’t handle all those punishments! Seems like an almost normal day today!! Thanks for starting it with something special!!! Did Bill mean the snow was too deep – or the poem??!! Either way, I agree! My mind is mush (like this snow will soon be) — been in the house too long!!!

February 19, 2010 at 8:42 am Edit
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Dorothy
All tis is great Ruth. It is like your photos and words are a diary of living through these snowy days.
Dorothy

February 19, 2010 at 9:12 am Edit
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erica
Too wonderful for … words?? 🙂 Changes my attitude on shoveling, altho I am already somewhat aware that I smile and feel satisfaction when I get to the concrete! A bit anxious now, tho, about the snow still on the bushes, bending branches low over the sidewalk leading to my caravanserai gate ……! 🙂

February 19, 2010 at 9:52 am Edit
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Arlene Weiner
There is a special place in hell
where, frozen in ice, only his rear
exposed to Satan’s teeth, he’ll dwell
whose sidewalk’s untouched while his driveway’s clear.

February 19, 2010 at 10:50 am Edit
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joseph k
that is one great photo
joseph

February 19, 2010 at 4:27 pm Edit
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Bonnie Imhoff
I know the snow is a pain, but it is beautiful. I enjoy the pic very much.