In Gratitude and Remembrance

Remembrance Day in Newfoundland, CanadaMany thanks to Bud Vincent, as always, for sharing this beautiful image capturing the spirit of Remembrance Day. He included these words: “On Nov 11th, all of us in this great nation of ours get the opportunity to visit our local war memorial and to give honour, praise and thanksgiving to our fallen heroes.. Please make that extra effort to attend, in respect for those who have fallen in all past wars… Yes, on the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month, we shall stop, pause and REMEMBER THEM…”

Truer words were never spoken. Many have been written about these sacrifices – there is little I can add besides sharing my voice of gratitude and stopping to remember. If you’re like to a little more about some of Newfoundlanders particular experiences in WWI, my nephew and real estate agent Mark has an interesting write-up. Otherwise, please hold each other dear, and pray for peace.

Sunset Sunday: After the Storm

Sunset in Newfoundland

We’ve had some wet and wild weather lately. I love a good storm. Partly because of the calm that spreads over the land after. Like it did when I captured this picture on Friday. Lucky us in Newfoundland.

Yesterday was a good day at the opening of The Ivory Suite (we donated a door prize). We’re also enjoying ramping up our dining offerings at The Doctor’s House. And I’m sure tomorrow you’ll take a moment as I will to remember all the sacrifices of so many, and how lucky we are to live in this beautiful, free country. God bless.

Sunset Sunday: Remembrance Day

Since this is Remembrance Day weekend, if ever there was a day to sit by the ocean and contemplate life and our many blessings and many struggles, this is it.

I remember a long time ago I was driving across Newfoundland on business on November 11 and this song came on.  And you know me, I didn’t cry (at least not much; OK – maybe I did have to pull off the road for a few minutes; OK – maybe for more than a few minutes). I thought of my father who went over in 1939, a mere boy of 17 (who falsified his birth certificate). He came back 6 years later a much older and changed man. War has killed the boy in many a man. It is nasty business and we owe them so much.

So please, not that you need me to remind you – take a minute today to remember all those who have sacrificed so much.