Thursday, July 17, 2014

My Bathroom Vanity Makeover




Before we moved into our house, we painted our bathroom red.

Yikes.  Big mistake.

It's not that I don't like bold color.  I do.  Really.  And red is one of my favorites!  But bold color has to be used in the right space or it can get very old very quickly.  And I think RED in the small confines of our bathroom was old to me before the paint had even dried on the walls!

But we'd done lots of painting to get moved into our house and the thought of more painting was enough to make me break out in hives, so I chose to live in denial and convinced myself I would grow to like the red.

Never.  Ever.  Happened.

Finally last summer I painted over it with a plain and sensible neutral.  I figured I could decide what colors to accent with later on.  But you know what I kept finding myself drawn to?  Accessories and wall art with black and...you guessed it...RED!  I still love red in my bathroom, just not from floor to ceiling!

Loved my $3 Hobby Lobby clearance find...

And this 18" x 30" score from a Big Lots clearance aisle for $12.50.  I LOVE it!



There's something classy and a little bit vintage in the pairing of black and red, and earthy neutrals just add to the sophistication of the look.  I found myself loving the colors together.

But I still had this.




Bleh.  Oak cabinets like these are tolerably attractive and CHEAP, which is why builders use them so much.  But the oak finish is boring, a little outdated, and very casual and it just didn't seem suited to the classic colors I was accenting with.  I wanted something dark; something classy.

Now I suppose the obvious solution would be to replace the vanity, but with that you're talking about a whole new level of commitment and I was NOT ready for that.  I just wanted a color change and I thought an update like that could be pretty easy.

Stain would have been my preference.  I used a dark stain when I redid my kitchen table, (you can read about that project here,) and I LOVE it!  But there were a couple of problems with trying to stain my vanity.  For one, you're talking about a lot of work.  I'm not afraid of hard work when it comes to repurposing or refinishing, but it's only worth it if you can be fairly sure of success.  And that was my second problem:  My vanity is only partially real wood, and while I've read of some people having success with stain on particleboard, I've never been able to make it work myself.

Paint seemed the only way to go, but I wasn't sure of the right color.  While black would have fit with my color scheme, it's also a little less versatile if I decide to change accent colors later on.  But I wanted something dark, something close in shade to a dark mahogany or espresso stain, so I stood in the paint department of Lowe's for ages comparing colors.  I had all four kids in tow, so I'm pretty sure the Lowe's employees were as happy as I was when I finally picked my color!

The first step in remaking my cabinet was to remove the cabinet doors and hardware.





Then I just gave everything a light sanding.


Callouses, black fingernail outlines, and bandaids.  Obviously I could NEVER be a hand model.  


You're not trying to remove any finish with the sanding; just scuffing the surface enough to help the paint adhere, so there's no need for an electric sander.  Sandpaper or a sanding block will do just fine.

After that I taped off the surrounding areas with painter's tape and protected the floor with plastic.  (TIP:  When I put up a new shower curtain liner, I always hang on to the old one, just for projects like these.  Makes for a great drop cloth.)



Then it was time for the paint!





I immediately fell in love with the color.  It's called Black Raisin (4002-2C) Ultra Paint + Primer in gloss from Valspar and it was just the shade I was looking for.  Two coats covered my vanity perfectly, so I was pretty impressed with this paint.

I did much of the painting with a brush, but I recommend picking up one of these, too...


A foam mini-paint roller like this is great for painting small areas like cabinets and saves lots of time over brush painting.  You can pick one up for under $5.  And if I may offer another piece of advice:  Did you realize you could do this?

  
Who wants to wash brushes and rollers between coats or every time you get interrupted in your painting?  Provided you'll be returning to your project within a day or so, it's fine to simply wrap your rollers and brushes in plastic wrap and set them aside.  Believe me, I've done this scores of times and it keeps them moist and ready for use when you're ready to work again.  Just make sure they're wrapped tightly!  

But back to my vanity...

Bathrooms tend to get dirty and ours sometimes gets CROWDED, so I wanted a durable finish that was also easy to clean.



I love this polyurethane because you don't have to sand between coats and clean up is easy with soap and water.  I did the recommended three coats, allowing drying time per the instructions between each coat.


When the polyurethane was finally dry, it was time to hang the doors again!  I decided to replace the door pulls, too.  Keep in mind that sometimes just a change in hardware can make a BIG difference in the looks of your furniture or cabinets.  At $3.47 a piece, it was a cheap update.  

In the end, my vanity looked like this:




I am thrilled with my new vanity!  It has completely changed the looks of my bathroom, and I'm pretty impressed with the way the dark paint mimics the look of a stain.  That was exactly what I had hoped for in the beginning.  It's only upon close inspection you can see the "stain" is actually plain ol' paint! 

And this vanity makeover cost me less than $60!  And that's including paint, brush, roller, sandpaper, painter's tape, polyurethane, and two new door pulls.  Compare that to a new vanity, which would have cost me at least $200 and would have required a lot more work and made a lot more mess.  I got a new look for my bathroom at a STEAL of a price and the project was actually very easy.  

I am thrilled with the results and I'm thoroughly enjoying my "new" bathroom  No more ugly vanity!  

 




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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Random Thoughts Thursday: 7 Men from History I Would Love to Meet


Summer is my chance to work on all the projects I can't seem to get to during the homeschooling year and, YIKES, have I been busy!  Hopefully I can show off some of the fruits of my labor shortly, but today seemed perfect for what I think I'll call a Random Thoughts Thursday, a day when I share some of the random things I'm thinking about when I'm washing dishes or folding clothes or running errands or trying to go to sleep at night.

Today I'm thinking history.  You see, love history,  In fact, there was a time in my blissful youth when I even thought I might be well-suited to a job in a museum backroom behind stacks and stacks of musty old books and papers and letters doing research work as a historian.  Sounds incredibly dull, (and nerdy,) to many, I'm sure, but the idea still appeals to me sometimes.  I can easily lose myself in stories from the past, especially in the personal anecdotes and traces of correspondence that offer little glimpses into the personalities of some of the amazing characters I read about.  I get tired of such extraordinary people being reduced to the stiff, uninteresting, lifeless characters they often are in history books  These were real, living, breathing, feeling people and there are so many of them I desperately wish I could meet.

And here I've listed just a few of them.  Now the list could go on almost endlessly, so I did set some parameters for myself:  First of all, I didn't include Jesus Christ because, well, He's kind of a given.  I also excluded anybody else from the Bible because I think they may be worthy of their own Random Thoughts Thursday at some point in time.  The same is true of women from history.  And why seven men?  Well, because once you get past the first seven, I have about FIVE men who tie for #8.  It was easier just to leave off with the seven!

Oh, and you will find a bit of a Revolutionary War theme here, I'm afraid, as I do tend to obsess over all things American Revolution.  I'm afraid I can't really help that.  My list is also heavily, (though not exclusively,) American.  It's not that I'm not interested in world history, it just doesn't do for me what American history does.  Forgive me for that, my dear international readers, and feel free to enlighten me on the amazing figures from your own nation's history.

So here it is...                   Seven Men from History 
                      I Would Love to Meet



#1  George Washington

Maybe it seems a little cliche to place Mr. Washington at the top of my list, but, honestly, the more I learn about him and the more I read his writings, the more I am blown away by his courage and by the depth of his character.  His own writings and that of his contemporaries indicate he was a very devout Christian, a man of prayer, and one of unbelievably high moral standards.  Even determined anti-patriots, the kind who search high and low for some sort of evidence of scandal among our founding fathers, tend to be very disappointed where George Washington is concerned.  He was, apparently, confoundedly upright, and any convincing evidence to the contrary just doesn't exist.

And do your realize he stood over  6' 3'?   Couple that with the fact he apparently had a very commanding presence even among those who didn't like him, and I'm convinced I would be a giddy, sweaty-palmed MESS if I was ever in the same room with the man!  But, oh, how I would love to meet Mr. George Washington face to face!




 #2  William Tyndale

Not only do we have Tyndale to thank, in large part, for our English Bible, but some argue we have him to thank for English in general, given his work was so influential in the evolution of the language.  I have to admire a man who was willing to stand up to the religious establishment of his day, to challenge its authority and its traditions, not for rebellion's sake, though challenges against the norm are often perceived as so, but on the basis of justification by faith, and making the knowledge of that truth available to the common man.
His efforts cost him his life, but should make him the greatest kind of hero to those of us who own more Bibles than we know what to do with.

I would like very much to meet Master Tyndale to say thank you.  And then I'd like to give him his own cell phone and teach him how to use a Bible app.  I imagine him weeping at the easy accessibility of God's word in the English language.  And probably weeping even more at how little people appreciate it.




#3  Charles Dickens

I couldn't possible compile a list like this and not include Mr. Dickens.  He is my absolute favorite author, and after reading some of his novels, which are incredibly long and wordy and crammed with more characters than a comic book convention, I am admittedly a book snob, finding it very difficult not to turn up my nose at a lot of the drivel that passes for "writing" these days.  Like this blog for example...

For me, language is music.  And Dickens' symphonies are the finest.

With the exception of John Pollock's The Apostle, which is a biography, not a novel, no one has ever succeeded in reducing me to a weeping mess like Mr. Dickens.  (Think Sydney Carton.  I.  Cried.  Uncontrollably.)  His plots are so intricate and his characters so endearing and his writing so incredibly beautiful.  But it's more than that!  Mr. Dickens changed his world through his writing.  His stories were more than mere entertainment -- they brought to light some of the horrid evils of his day; child abuse and neglect, the plight of the poor and uneducated, the greed that permeated the industrial revolution, and even the sad hypocrisies within the Church.  Nothing disturbs or condemns so fully as the unabashed exposure of a painful truth.  And nothing evokes change like it either!  The writings of Mr. Dickens began to alter the mindset of both England and the United States, and the changes they encouraged would benefit the weakest citizens of both immeasurably.

And somehow in these dark, sad stories he brings out so much humor.  How is that even possible?  Well I would like very much to meet Mr. Dickens and ask him if I may sit quietly in a corner and simply watch him write.  Maybe, just maybe, I could learn something from the process.





#4  Dr. Joseph Warren

It infuriates me that in all my years of public schooling, never once was I told about Dr. Warren.  Not a single time.  Perhaps that's part of what spawns my interest in the man now, but it's certain he was a brave patriot who at least deserved a mention.  Most people have heard of Paul Revere, (another man I could easily have added to this list,) but few know it was Dr. Warren who gathered the necessary intelligence and then organized Mr. Revere's famous midnight ride.

Nor do people know how he, even when offered a position of command at Bunker Hill some two months later, refused it so that he might fight alongside the common soldiers.  The decision to take the humbler situation likely cost him his life.  He died at Bunker Hill at the incredibly young age of 34.





#5 Nathan Hale

People are familiar with the quote, "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country," but I doubt most people realize Hale was just 21 years old when he spoke those words and when he was hanged by the British for spying.  Even the enemy was apparently frustrated with the kind of peace and bravery he displayed at his execution.  And though information about him isn't abundant, he was known as a committed Christian and was possibly even preparing for the ministry.  His fellow soldiers often called upon him for prayer and encouragement and when he volunteered for a spy mission when all other officers had refused it, a friend even questioned whether one so honest and forthright could possibly be a successful spy.  Maybe the friend's concerns were warranted, but Nathan is remembered as a great American hero nonetheless.

Something else that says a lot to me about Nathan:  Prior to his days as an officer, while working as a teacher of an all-male school, Nathan became concerned for the young ladies who weren't provided the privilege of formal education.  To offer them the same opportunities afforded their brothers, he began teaching 20 young women in the early morning hours, before classes with the boys would begin.  

The romantic side of me has to wonder if there was some special young lady involved in this arrangement.  Of course we have no way of knowing.  But he was willing to teach from 5:00 to 7:00 every morning, before his regular job began, just to make an education available to young women.  That's admirable, no matter what other motives he may have had.




# 6  Benedict Arnold

Okay, I realize I may be offending some of you by including a bad guy, but I can't help it.  I am fascinated by Mr. Arnold, as I've mentioned before in this blog.  He was an incredibly, almost insanely brave man at times; a wonderful leader, a lover of liberty.  

And yet something happened.  A lot of misfortune and unfair treatment just got the better of him over time.  I'm convinced it was pure bitterness that led him to betray his country and even his friend, (who rings in at #1 on my list,) but I'd just be intrigued to meet Benedict Arnold and talk to him and get to know him, to find out if he's really the evil villain we all imagine him to be, or if he was just a hero who let ill feelings eat at him until he did something he never dreamed he would do.





#7  Sergeant Alvin York

I love the story of Sergeant York, the humble country boy who became a hero and Congressional Medal of Honor winner, even in spite of his early intentions of filing as a conscientious objector.  His story is amazing and sweet to me in a sense, just in the way he struggled with his desire to please God and live according to the Bible and yet serve and defend his country.  I think sometimes I have to respect more the person who struggles to find direction or who gives deep consideration to a decision or an opinion, rather than the one who confidently has it all decided and spouts it as indisputable fact.

But at least part of my interest in Sergeant York stems from his roots in the mountains.  My family comes from the mountains, too, though they were Kentucky mountains, not Tennessee ones.  But mountains are mountains and I'll always have a deep respect and appreciation for the simple, unpretentious wisdom of the mountain people of yesteryear.  

And I wonder if talking to Sergeant York might be a lot like talking to my grandpa again.  I think I'd like that.


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And this is where I drop the names of my honorable mentions:  Ronald Reagan.  Marquis de Lafayette.  Daniel Boone.  Paul Revere.  James Armistead Lafayette.  Neil Armstrong.  William Bradford.  Alexander Hamilton.  On and on the list could go.

But I'm done now.  So who makes your list?  What men from history would you be most interested to meet?


 




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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Summer Fun: A Do-It-Yourself Slip and Slide



I don't know how the weather's been in your neck of the woods, but here in the Bluegrass is has been HOT!  We've had several  90+ degree days already with seething humidity.  In these parts, that kind of heat is usually reserved for late July and August, but after a cold and snowier-than-usual winter, it seems summer has come with a score to settle.

My kids have been begging for a pool and though swimming is great exercise and it's the perfect summer boredom-buster, a pool is also a lot of work and in the past that work has always fallen on yours truly.  Thus my less-than-enthusiastic response to the idea.

But when it's this hot, I don't blame the kids for looking for a fun way to cool down!

Of course my mind goes back to my own childhood, and when I was a kid, the advertisements always made the ol' slip and slides look so incredibly fun!  Gliding at breakneck speed down a wet and slippery lane of orange plastic on a hot summer day.  What could possibly be better?! 

Slip 'N Slide Waverider (colors may vary)
Photo courtesy Amazon

Is that even a real body on that poor child?  I think not.

But then I grew up and became infected with that motherly practicality that leads me to do things like read reviews on Amazon and ask questions of other moms, who all tell me the average slip and slide costs $12-$25, depending on the size and added features, and does well to survive an entire afternoon of play.  Allow bigger kids to share in the fun, too, and you're lucky if it makes it a full hour!

But not this slip and slide!  Rather than invest in some cheaply made backyard water slide, I decided to take matters into my own hands and create one!


Check it out!  250 square feet of slip and slide awesomeness!

Now I didn't come up with this on my own, so don't give me too much credit.  Though I'd heard of people doing this at summer youth camps, I hadn't actually seen it until the brilliant and resourceful youth pastors of our church, (thank you very much, J. P. and A. P.,)  pulled it out for the little kids at our recent church picnic.  The kids LOVED it and its durability was pretty amazing when you consider there were dozens of kids sliding across it for hours!

So I thought, why not just do this at home?  And why not share the idea with other moms?  All you need is plastic sheeting, baby shampoo, a sprinkler, and lots of water!  

I bought my plastic at Lowe's, but any hardware store or large discount store is likely to carry some.  This is fairly heavy duty plastic, not your basic plastic drop cloth.  Those just aren't thick enough.  You want 4 or 6-mil plastic, "mil" meaning a thousand of an inch in thickness.  (Figured I better clarify there.  I'm well aware I'm writing mostly to moms for whom the word "mil" relates only to a number with six zeros after it or to some form of grain-grinding machinery.)



Anyway, the 4-mil works great for us, but 6-mil could be even better, particularly if your yard is a little rough or your slip and slide will be used mostly by older children or teens.  Ask for consumer sheeting and someone will point you in the right direction.  (Or do like me and try desperately to describe to a Lowes employee exactly what you're looking for without using any of the proper terms.  It's kind of like charades, but more humiliating.  But fortunately hardware store employees are trained to translate the incoherent requests of women who have no idea what they're talking about.  Trust me on that one.)

I bought 10 X 25-foot sheeting for just over $10.  That's 250 square feet of slippery fun!  And most slip and slides are 16 to 18 feet long at best!

I spread the plastic in a good, smooth strip of backyard and anchored it at two corners because there was a little breeze.  I was able to just use some toy trucks, but if it's windier where you are you may need to use more and heavier weights.

After that I drizzled on the baby shampoo, maybe 1/4 to 1/3 of a large bottle at a time.  The suds help create the slipperiness you need for a good slide.  Dish detergent is great, too, but may sting your kiddos' eyes, so baby shampoo is a safer bet.  I used a $2 bottle of store-brand shampoo, adding more as needed.



Then I turned on the water!  An oscillating sprinkler really works the best, especially one like ours that can be set to spray continually over just one small section of your yard.  A nice oscillating sprinkler costs maybe $12, so we're not talking about a major investment here, but even a water hose with a spray nozzle could do the trick.

Okay, so my husband was really disturbed because I was sharing all these pics showing uncut grass.  I was pretty sure you all would be forgiving of him.  I get good pics indoors by pushing the mess aside.  It's a little harder to do that with grass...


The key is just keeping the plastic wet without soaking it so much you wash away all the shampoo.  Wet plastic is slippery, but it's the combination of wet plastic and SOAP that makes for the best sliding!

While I discourage my children from sliding all at once, they have plenty of room to slide 2 or 3 at a time.  Small holes and tears, though I don't have any yet, can be repaired with a little duct tape on the underside of the plastic.  So as long as I can keep investing in $2 baby shampoo, I will get LOTS of usage out of this slip and slide.  And it cost me just over $12, plus whatever the extra water usage costs me.  If I have to replace my sprinkler, which is entirely possible considering the destructive nature of my two little boys, I'll spend an extra $10-12.  That is still a bargain for a fun summer activity that gets them outdoors and exercising.





When your kids are done playing, rinse off any leftover suds with a water hose and lift the plastic to drain any standing puddles of water.  Then let your plastic dry in the sun, but not for too long, so it doesn't get too hot and start to warp or melt.  On a hot, sunny day, ours takes less than 30 minutes to dry completely.  Fold or roll the sheeting as neatly as you can and store it away for the next time!

So if your kids have been looking for some water fun and you've been wary of the traditional slip and slide, this homemade version may be the best option for you.  It's easy.  It's cheap.  It's durable.

And so far it seems my children are the ones wearing out, not their slip and slide!




 
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Thursday, June 19, 2014

When You Make A Promise



See this?

So they tell me these bunk beds separate into two.  "The top bunk lifts right off!"  Yeah, well except for all the screws and the attached wooden planks.  Something tells me it's not gonna be that simple.  

This is what my daughters' bedroom looks like right now.  And why does their bedroom look like this, you ask.  Because several months ago I promised my girls we would paint their room this summer.

Sigh.  What was I thinking?

I sympathize with them.  Really.  They're tired of yellow because it's the only color either of them can remember in their room and both of them, my oldest especially, are getting old enough they're ready for a bedroom that is pretty more than kiddie.

I understand it's time for a change.

But, oh, the work!  And, oh, the mess!  And, oh, the desire to have a nice, leisurely summer!  At least a dozen times since we started this project I have regretted it.

But I made a promise.

I've always known promises were important, but then I read Jim Daly's book Finding Home: An Imperfect Path to Faith and Family, and it was cemented in my heart and mind like never before.  Mr. Daly, president of one of the most pro-family organizations in the country, Focus on the Family, shares how he came from as dysfunctional a family as one can possibly imagine.  I recommend you read it, particularly if you grew up in a less-than-perfect home.  While I'm glad to say I came from a good Christian family, I did lose my mother at a young age, much like Mr. Daly, and so I found myself crying my way through several chapters in a way I'd say was probably pretty therapeutic.

Photo courtesy Amazon.com

One of the themes Mr. Daly stresses again and again is the impact of his father's broken promises to him, how the hurt and confusion and disappointment of them left scars upon him for years to come.  And while I had always made promises sparingly, Finding Home reminded me to be all the more careful when it comes to my children.

I realize things don't always work out as planned.  Sometimes, in spite of our best intentions and efforts, we fall short of fulfilling our promises for reasons totally beyond our control.  Maybe the greatly anticipated purchase of a new gaming system falls through because Daddy suddenly finds himself laid off.  Or maybe the long-awaited vacation is suddenly cancelled because of a death in the family.  Sometimes we have to apologize and ask for forgiveness for those promises we can't fulfill.

But then, it also wouldn't hurt to be a little more careful with our promise-making.  It can be easy to throw out promises to our children because we have good intentions or because it makes us feel better about ourselves or, shudder to think it true, because we want our kids to stop bugging us.  But if we're making promises, especially without real plans for seeing them through, then aren't we just...gulp...LYING?  

Sometimes we need to be cautious with my promises, saying things like, "If everything works out, we'll..." or, "As far as I know, we'll go to...".  It's not being wishy-washy or uncommitted, it's being careful never to develop a pattern of broken promises.  I would be embarrassed to think other adults counted me untrustworthy or undependable because of my tendency to break promises. Well it's equally important, and maybe even more so, that I am never anything less than a woman of my word when it comes to my own children.

Not to be negative, but let's be honest here.  My kids will be sorely disappointed by more people more times in their lives than I can ever prepare them for.  Let it never be true that their greatest disappointment lies at the feet of a mom who never took her own promises to them seriously.

Yeah, Polly Wolly was only this chipper before the actual painting began.  


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So if you drop in at my house today, you'll find me painting.  And when the painting is done we'll begin the almost equally stressful process of rearranging furniture and redecorating.  I'll no doubt be stressed and utterly exhausted by the time its all over.

But I will have fulfilled a promise.  And that matters.

Of course now my boys want their room painted, too.  "I'm tired of brown walls, Mom!" they say.  "Pleeease, can we paint our room, too?

But I'm a smart girl:  I'm not making any promises.


 
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Thursday, June 12, 2014

D-Day and Honoring the TRUE Superheroes


I have to be honest:  I didn't wake up on June 6th with the 70th anniversary of D-Day in the forefront of my mind.

I had heard an interview with two D-Day veterans on talk radio the day before, so I knew the significance of the day already, but then I opened my laptop that morning to find several references to the anniversary on Facebook and Twitter.  Still, I didn't have any kind of observance planned for the day.  

But then I stumbled across this archival footage of D-Day, and I was amazed all over again at the bravery and the sheer determination that made that day a turning point in the war.  Just a few minutes later I walked into our living room to find my boys playing their favorite video game, one where superheroes fight crime, make daring rescues, and regularly go head-to-head with their archenemies.

And the irony of it disturbed me just a little.

Now I don't think for a moment there was anything wrong with the video game my boys were playing -- it's innocent and perfectly child-appropriate.  What gave me pause was the thought my children might be thoroughly educated when it comes to the names and exploits of imaginary heroes without ever knowing the bravery and sacrifice of real, flesh-and-blood heroes, like those who stormed the beaches of Normandy on D-Day.

The Honor Flight Bluegrass Chapter in Washington, D.C., commemorating the 70th Anniversary of D-Day
Photo courtesy 84 WHAS
Comic book heroes may do great feats and foil pretend villains in make-believe worlds, but the 160,000+ Allied troops who stormed the beaches of Normandy in 1944 faced a very real and terrible evil and by overcoming it, they quite literally saved the world.

Pretend superheroes could hardly compare, so the game was turned off and we watched together the video I had just seen.  Sometimes I think grainy black and white images impart a certain incredulousness to the past, so I worried the reality of the whole thing might be lost on them, but they began to ask questions and it gave me a wonderful opportunity to share about that day and how important it was to history.  I could tell them, too, that I had been privileged enough to know two different men who came ashore on Omaha beach that day, though neither of them are alive to tell my children their stories.

As the "Greatest Generation" ages, some estimates suggest we are losing up to 1,000 World War II veterans per day.  The opportunity to show our gratitude for their sacrifice is closing fast and I would hate to think I neglected to give them honor when I could have done so.  And I certainly don't want to neglect to teach my children what remarkable men they truly were and are.

Honor Flight Bluegrass Chapter en route to Washington, D.C.
Photo courtesy 84 WHAS

Then WHAS, our local talk radio station, all day long was posting pics on their Facebook page from a D-Day Honor Flight.  If you aren't familiar with Honor Flight Network, it is an amazing organization that flies veterans to Washington, D.C. to visit their war memorials.  This particular Honor Flight of the Bluegrass Chapter commemorated the 70th anniversary of D-Day by flying 80 World War II and Korean War veterans, (some of them actual veterans of the D-Day invasion,) to visit their war memorials.

I heard there were people planning to meet the group upon their return to Louisville.  Later I found out my dad, a Vietnam vet, was planning to be there as well.  We had some prior commitments for the evening, so I was really afraid we could never make it to the airport in time, but we rushed that direction as soon as we were able in hopes we might make it before the plane arrived.

And I am so thankful we could be a part of this.  Honestly, it was one of the most remarkable and moving things I have ever witnessed.  And I can't begin to tell you how glad I am my children could experience it as well.

Just a couple of the dozens of signs we saw at the welcome home celebration for our veterans

First of all, there were more than 1,000 people gathered in the Louisville International Airport with flags and signs and cameras in hand.  There were moms and dads with children in tow alongside long-bearded men in black leather motorcycle garb.  There were current military members in uniform or fatigues and veterans of past wars in their distinctive black hats with gold lettering.  I was privileged enough to stand next to an Army wife from Fort Knox whose husband is on his fifth tour in Afghanistan.  She had brought her two young sons to see and honor these World War II heroes.  And as we waited I saw several arriving passengers stop and ask what all the commotion was about, only to join the crowd when they got their answer.


One of the many heroes we saw that night



The place erupted in applause and cheers with every veteran who came through, most of them in wheelchairs, until there was just a constant roar.  Some of the men were very emotional, both startled and humbled by the immensity of the crowd and overwhelmed by all the attention.  Some of their family members and Honor Flight volunteers were very moved as well.  I noticed one man with tears streaming down his face as he pushed his grandfather along in a wheelchair and people pushed forward to shake his hand and say thank you or to snap a picture like he was a celebrity.  




Current and former military members were there to honor THEM, and yet I was so touched by the way several of these aged veterans would make special effort to stop and speak to them.  One must have caught sight of my dad's 1st of the 9th Cavalry stetson because he paused and reached back into the crowd just to shake his hand.  

I truly wish I could convey to you the kind of pride and gratitude I felt just in being there to honor these brave men and the things they did 70 years ago.  My children were able to shake hands with several REAL superheroes and they walked away with a greater sense of who these men were and how important their sacrifice was to our freedom and to our way of life.

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As we made our way out, five or six of these elderly veterans were gathered together at the bottom of an escalator, talking and laughing some among themselves.  They thanked us for coming as we made our way down and we in turn thanked them again for what they did all those decades ago.  I regret I didn't stop right there and take a picture of them all with our entire family.

These were old men; stooped and feeble and gray-haired.  But something about the way they stood together, talking and laughing like war buddies might do, I could almost imagine them as the strong young men they were some 70 years ago, back in the day when they simply did what their country asked them to do, and then saved the world in the process.

We owe them so much more honor than we could ever give them and I want my children to know how they deserve our respect and our gratitude.  I want them to know that freedom comes at a high price and that ordinary men have stepped up to do extraordinary things in order to preserve it.

I want them to know we must never forget them.

And I want them to know that superheroes really do exist.




 
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