Serenade your soul: Doc Watson

My favorite song from one of my all-time favorite performers. Thank you Doc Watson for sharing your talent with us!

This video also features Doc's son Merle Watson and T. Michael Coleman.  My big brother Mike took my little brother and me to see this trio at the legendary Moonshadow Saloon in Atlanta.

When Words Fail # 2 - Kris Kristofferson - Why Me Lord

Kris Kristofferson - One of the most powerful songs I have ever heard.

When Words Fail - #1 John Denver - I Want to Live

Here is the first in my list of songs that have motivated me and comforted me.  I list them in no particular order.

Today, John Denver - I Want to Live

 

PBS - The Great American Read

The Great American Read - PBS

PBS has a list of what they consider America’s 100 most-loved books.  I am attempting to read these books by the end of the year.

First is my all time favorite story:  Anne of Green Gables.

 

 

 

Stay tuned for the next one!

Moina Michael's First Poppy

Moina Michael, the Poppy Lady is the originator of the idea of using the poppy as a symbol of remembrance for our fallen servicemen in World War II.  In November 1918 Ms. Michael was inspired by John McCrae's poem, In Flanders Field to her poem, We Shall Keep the Faith. She also went to Wanamaker's Department store and purchases several poppies. She vowed to wear a poppy in remembrance. She campaigned not only to have the poppy adopted as the symbol of remembrance but also for the sale of poppies to support returning disabled veterans. as a result of Ms. Moina's efforts the American Legion adopted the poppy as a symbol of remembrance in 1921.

This is one of the original poppies. It is now on exhibit at the University of Georgia Special Collections Library in Athens, Georgia.  

To learn more about Moina Michael check out the Moina Michael Poppy Project. 

We Shall Keep the Faith

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,

Sleep sweet - to rise anew!

We caught the torch you threw

And holding high, we keep the Faith

With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red

That grows on fields where valor led;

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies,

But lends a lustre to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead

In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red

We wear in honor of our dead.

Fear not that ye have died for naught;

We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought

In Flanders Fields