Saturday, October 20, 2012
I don't know how it happened, but I am lucky in the Aunts I was given. There is one I never see and don't know, but the others are so good to me and I love to visit them or to have them visit me.
This last weekend two came to see me. Is that double trouble or twice as nice? You never know with them. But we always have fun and Aunt Suzy can talk her way out of more speeding tickets, so she is good to take on road trips! First she hands over her permit to carry a concealed weapon and the fun and laughter follows.
We took them over the Blue Ridge Parkway to visit Bedford. Once, while following instructions from her GPS, she came to visit me from North Carolina and was routed through Bedford. It only added an hour to the trip! But she thought the town was cute and wanted to revisit it.
We have a Lincoln Navigator that we use for road trips because it is so roomy and comfortable but I was worried they couldn't get in and out. Both have fancy new knees on one side. Suzy has a knee that still "kneeds" replacing. I told them between the two of them they only have a couple of working knees. So I guess it's a good thing they like to do things together. When you open the doors, the running board slides out from under the car and it makes getting in easier, especially if your knees hurt.
We shopped at antique stores and Suzy bought two chairs. Good thing we had the big car. Lots of room in the back. The main event was the visit to the D-Day Memorial. We have been there before, but it was a visit worth repeating. They have done a good job and it makes me cry every time.
It is a sad thing that we send out young boys to save the world. And they go and do it. These are boys that before they left, you might not let borrow your car, but they go out and fight for you. And they do it to this day. We should never forget the sacrifice of not only them, but the moms and dads and siblings and sweethearts.
There are plaques all over to explain what went on when.
They have sculptures of Eisenhower and other generals.
And scenes from taking the beach to taking the high ground.
I took pictures with my new camera.
I tried using different the different styles to see which showed the most emotion. I'll leave it to you to decide.
There are numerous plaques listing the names of the fallen. Name after name. You come to the end of them and think about how sad the families of these boys must have been and how many there are. Then you read that this is not even all of the casualties. It is overwhelming.