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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
ABC Wednesday
Q is for Quartermaster
Now we've all heard of the Quartermaster - the man who has the goods! In the Store, in the Store.....
Who hasn't sung this song around a fire at night, searching out the Quartermaster's Store for more wild and crazy objects to be found there, and to sing about.
Here is Burns Ernst playing this old campfire favourite, In The Quartermaster's Store.
And here are some appropriate words to sing along.....
There are mice, mice, mice running through the rice At the store. At the store. There are mice, mice, mice running through the rice At the Quartermaster’s Store.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see. I have not brought my specks with me. I have not brought my specks with me. (Chorus)
There are rats, rats, rats as big as alley cats At the store. At the store. There are rats, rats, rats as big as alley cats At the Quartermster’s Store.
Snakes...as long as garden rakes Goats….eating all the oats Beans…as big as submarines Owls…. Shredding paper towels Gravy…enough to float the navy Apes…..eating all the grapes Cakes…that give us stomach aches Roaches..sleeping in the coaches Eggs….with scaly chicken legs Flies…...swarming ‘round the pies Butter...running in the gutter Fishes….washing all the dishes Lard….they sell it by the yard Moths… eating through the cloths Bread...with great big lumps like lead Foxes….stuffed in little boxes Cheese.that makes you want to sneeze Scouts…eating brussel sprouts Soot….they grow it by the foot Leaders..slapping at the skeeters
There’s no more, more, more We’re closing up the store. Up the store. (2X) There’s no more, more, more We’re closing up the store Up the Quartermaster’s Store.
Another timely bit of information about the Quartermaster's stores refers to the absolute necessity of the Quartermaster in providing for the military, wherever they might be.
Wikipedia tells of the presence of the U.S. Quartermaster's Corp on the beaches of Normandy.
"No one seems ever to think a soldier in QM ever gets to smell any gunpowder, dig any foxholes, get into any fighting, go without food, mail and the like. Our QM outfit hit the beach on D-day right when the heat was on, and more outfits are hitting the beaches every day--to unload and load rations, ammunition, and all other equipment and supplies. Opening and running dumps under combat conditions is a tough job. We sleep in foxholes, wash and shave in helmets, dig slit trenches, eat in the open as do other Army outfits. We also have bazooka men, machine-gun men and operate twenty-four hours a day--about fifty percent of that time in the rain and mud."
Private First Class, James P. Hatchell, (in a letter to the Stars and Stripes Newspaper, August 10, 1944)
Almost everything a soldier wore, carried or ate on D-Day was supplied by the Quartermaster Corps
Quartermaster units and personnel were in the English Channel and on the beaches, Omaha and Utah, when the Allies landed on June 6. QM railhead, service, and truck companies saw continuous operation in the assault at Normandy, in the breakout at St. Lo, and the rapid pursuit across France in the summer of '44. They had some unforgettable experiences.
The 407th Airborne QM Company, for instance, went into Normandy on D-Day in two echelons, the first in gliders and the rest by ship. The glider-borne contingent landed at 2115 hours on June 6th and set up a temporary bivouac on the outskirts of Blosville, a short distance from Ste. Mere Eglise.
Tech 4 Fred Gilbert's unit, the 3891st QM Truck Company, landed on the beaches of Normandy on D-Day and immediately began hauling rations, ammo, and Infantrymen. "In other words," he wrote, they considered themselves "a part of the mobile infantry."
The British, Canadian and Australian Quartermasters were with their Regiments also, supporting and supplying and parachuting behind enemy lines with supplies.
On Remembrance Day we honour those amongst them who gave their lives and made the Quintessential sacrifice.
For more interesting facts about the letter Q go here to Mrs. Nesbitt's inspiring meme.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Veteran's Week in Canada November 5th to November 11th
In Remembrance
Here is a video in Remembrance of those who gave their lives in the First World War
Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone
When they come I will stand my ground Stand my ground I'll not be afraid
Thoughts of home take away my fear Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears Once a year say a prayer for me Close your eyes and remember me Never more shall I see the sun For I fell to a Germans gun
Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Where before many more have gone
A spectacular flowering plant, native to Asia, southern Europe and western North America but cherished wherever they can be grown.
The Peony is named after Pacon, a student of Aesculapius, the Greek god of medicine and healing. Aesculapius became jealous of his pupil, but Zeus saved Pacon from the wrath of Asclepius by turning him into the peony flower. (Wikipedia)
The photo above is called Candy Cane and is from a Peony Tree that is just starting to flourish and bloom in our new garden.
In our Old Lost Garden the Peony Tree was about twenty-five years old, and the blooms were magnificent for about a week, but then faded and the ground around the tree was covered with wine coloured petals.
This lovely Oriental Poppy below accompanied us to our new home and blooms along with some wild buttercups that were transplanted with it originally from #2 son's garden.
This is a delicate white peony with a pretty blush that is just establishing itself in the new garden.
Along with the plum blossom the Peony is a traditional floral symbol of Mongolia. It is known as the 'flower of riches and honour,' and is used symbolically in Chinese art.
How can one help but love a flower that is as appealing as this....
For more interesting P's visit ABC Wednesday here with thanks to Mrs. Nesbitt
Monday, November 02, 2009
November, - to me it has always been the most poignant of months.
I am trying to change my perception, and to look upon it as a month of opportunity, comfort and a drawing in to the sweetness of home. A new season, new ventures, - a little knitting plan, perhaps a celebratory lunch out with friends; a little time each day at the piano and some new ragtime to learn. Oh, I can see the possibilities.
Here are some pictures to brighten up the melancholy month.....
There is a big pot of apples simmering on the stove, - the smell is absolutely delicious.
I am off to squish them into applesauce, - another bright spot in November!!!
Sunday, November 01, 2009
All Saints' Day
As celebrated at Mount Olivet Methodist United Church with the processional hymn For All the Saints. Bishop William Walsham How's stirring words and Ralph Vaughn William's splendid tune, Sine Nomine.
One of my favourite Sundays in the Church commemorating and honouring all those faithful enduring and endearing ones who have gone before us.
This year I played it at home on the piano, faithfully.....
A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time. Annie Dillard
Most of us aren't ever going to be rich or famous. Presumably, we have made our peace with that reality also, and have set ourselves to discovering what it is that we will do with the gifts God has given us. A joyful life is, quite simply, a life that has found that path. A life that knows why it is here. A life that knows what is worth everything and what is worth nothing at all.
The perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.
Mark Twain
Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.
Lin Yutang
Events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.
We live at the back of our son's horse pasture and have a wonderful view of the Similkameen Valley.
Hildred writes Daybyday,
Charles writes From the Back Pasture. He is writing at great urging from the family to record some of the stories of his life and his family memories.
We have reached the point in our lives where we have time to appreciate the beauty of each day and are happy we have the energy to enjoy it. This year we celebrated our 64th wedding anniversary.
Off to the side - a Garden Diary to keep track of what happens Down the Garden Path.
And a Recollection Blog, to keep alive the memories of our families.