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Monday, February 27, 2006


For those who think I glanced at the wrong date on the calendar upon waking up this morning . . . I didn’t. I promise. The fact is that I am a tardy blogger. My personal blogging mantra is this: "Live life. If there is time to write about it, and desire to share, post about our latest adventures whenever is most convenient to my schedule." All this is to explain why I am writing about our President’s Day outing a week late. :)

I love rainy days. Monday morning dawned gray, misty, and cool. Delightful. Now please don’t misunderstand, we all have enjoyed the numerous bright and sunny days here in Texas, but a contingent of this family still love those rainy days; they feel so "New Jerseyish." While most people sought refuge in their homes on this holiday due to the weather, we set out to explore new sights in the surrounding area.

Our first stop was the Admiral Nimitz Museum in Fredericksburg. An incredible wealth of information, this museum is an amazing testimony of the grief, suffering, carnage, and ultimate victory America experienced during World War II. Focusing primarily on the Pacific Theater, the Nimitz Museum houses a real, midget Japanese submarine and a World War II vintage airplane, in addition to countless other artifacts and photographs from the war. Mom, Dad, John and I walked through the carefully laid out rooms completely fascinated, but unable to take everything in during just one visit (Tim was out-of-town on business).

Outside of the museum, enclosing a semi-courtyard, walls are filled with countless plaques in honor of specific men who served, as well as ships which saw action during the war. After much searching, John found the plaque which commemorated the service of the ship our great-grandfather served on, the U.S.S. "Boise." Simply reading the list of the places where the "Boise" fought was incredible. Knowing that the man I call "PopPop" fought on that ship throughout the entirety of the war was even more incredible.

How grateful I am to the men who served in World War II. The passage of years has not diminished our indebtedness for the sacrifices those men freely made. Visiting this museum was a further inspiration to never, never forget the blessings of living in a free country, and to always remember to give due honor and thanks to the veterans who fought, like my PopPop.

After a quick bite to eat at a little deli in Fredericksburg, we set off for our next destination point. On the way we passed the Nation’s largest wildflower farm, and Mom remembered something she needed to pick up there. With that small detour behind us, we pulled into the Lyndon Baines Johnson State Historical Park a few minutes later. Although by no means L.B.J. fans, Dad thought it historically appropriate to visit the home of this former president. Because of time constraints, we actually had to postpone our tour of his former residence, but greatly enjoyed walking around the living history farm located on the property.

Set in the early 1900's, this farm runs just as it would have during those years. The midwife who delivered L.B.J. had lived on the farm at one point, I believe, which is why it has been preserved as a section of the park. Seeing how life was truly lived during that time period was of the utmost fascination to us all. I do have to say though that the black German sausage lying on the kitchen table did look pretty disgusting. I thought it better not to ask how that was made.

Following a short tromp through the woods, we headed back to the car and started the journey home. Of course, since we had a bit of time to spare before needing to relieve my grandfather’s care-giver, Dad explored a couple back roads on the way home which topped off a very full, informative, and enjoyable day. And that, folks, is my "President’s Day Post."



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