We are looking forward to the wedding of our youngest grandson and his lovely Amber.
Daniel James Risk will complete his studies at Ball State in the spring. The filmmaker has been accepted at Chapman School of Media Arts, located in Orange, California where he will advance his studies.
He is no stranger to Chapman. His studies began there four years ago.
I ran across my high school diploma last night. I open it up and smiled.
Mine is showing its age, just like me. The diploma was given May 27, 1957, in the old gymnasium at Brazil Junior High School. I have journey back to school days and those precious "moments to remember" many times since.
Our diplomas were signed by: Roy Stuffle, Superintendent, Carl Kumpf, President of Education, Lester Cagle, Secretary of Education, Ralph Weston, Treasurer, Board of Education and R. James Risk.
Jim is Daniel's paternal grandfather. The retired educator and Dan's grandmother, Rosemary live in Chicago now.
I look forward to seeing the Risk family at the wedding.
Elizabeth Gail Cory, the daughter of Lori Sartor Patrick and the late, Bruce Cory earned placement on dean's list at Virginia Tech last semester. I heard it through the grapevine. She is a junior this year. Lizzie lives in Washington, DC.
I always enjoy, "A Look Back" in "The Weekender" each week. This Friday's edition featured two brothers in uniform from my neighborhood.
The boys lived at the corner of Elm and Hendrix Streets during my childhood.
I remember them and their dear mother, as well.
James Miller was a very nice person to know. I remember when he and his late wife, Marilyn Rickard Miller were married.
I attend a baby shower held before the birth of the first child to be born to the young couple.
Shortly after the baby arrived, Marilyn and Jake invited my friends, Pauline Mager Julbert, Beverly Rogers Britton and I to their home to see their pride and joy.
When we arrived the baby was crying.
The young mother changed her sweet baby and returned to the living room to visit with us. Marilyn must have read my mind that day. After she fed the baby, the young mother gently placed their precious bundle in my arms. Imagine that!
This writer was almost six years old when I met Artie Miller. The young sailor, in full dress uniform was visiting our neighbors, John and Mary Holechko, at this home. Mom and my little sister, Sandra, and I were visiting, also.
I vividly remember, Artie R. Miller GM2 bent down and touched the earth. He spoke from the heart and stated, "God Bless the United States of America."
I shall never forget that moment in time. I liked that and repeated his words many times in the days that followed. Nothing more of the conversation that day is in my memory bank.
Shortly after Artie returned to his duty station, the Portland-Class cruiser USS Indianapolis (CA-35) was torpedoed by the Japanese (July 30, 1945). About 300 of the crew of 1,196 men died in the sinking, including Artie Miller.
Thanks you Merry for sharing with us the photos of "our" heroes.'
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