This is a familiar question to most everyone and especially children. Often we we told to do something we did not like or agree with and our most common response was WHY? Forget the fact that as children we were challenging the wisdom, experience and ages of those that were providing for us, but we dared to ask WQHY anyway.
Asking why brings up this point. WHY is a question and without rhyme or reason or whether or not it is possible to even know the answer, is there an answer to every question? Leave aside any possible circumstance or context areounfd the question WHY and just answer the question.
We once children or children now, quite often have heard or hear the answer to ‘WHY’ as— “Because I said so!”
Another proposed answer to to ‘WHY’ has been suggested as— “Why not?” But actually answering a question with another question is not the answer to ‘WHY’.
The simpliest answer to ‘WHY” is “Because!”
Now we can go off into the weeds or with circustance and context or reasons for both the question ‘WHY’ and the answer, ‘BECAUSE’.
Since the mid term election are now just a few short days away, let’s add to the word ‘WHY’ with the word ‘VOTE’ forming the the question, “Why Vote?”
To answer, we need to begin with ‘BECAUSE’, but BECAUSE why?
Because Congress made this possible in 1845, making the first Tuesdays after the first Monday in November? Because Tuesday November 3rd, 2026 in the last day to vote in a national election this year? Because these are the midterm elections? Because this is the most important election in your lifetime? Because Democrat Socialists are on the ballot? Because historically, the party that is in power gets changed? Because you don’t like who occupies the White House and want to restrict their ability to govern the way they want. Because you want to see them impeached by having the votes to do it. Because you want to increase the number of Supreme Court judges. Because you want to get rid of the police, or ICE, or keep and add undommented cizens to vote and even criminals? I have heard all of these reasons to vote, but does it truly answer “WHY VOTE/?
I have heard and read new cizens and other answer “Because if you don’t vote, you don’t have the right to complain about the government?”
What about ths…”Because it it your right to vote?” HOw about this…”Because you have the freedom to vote.”
Call me simple or even simple-minded. But it seems to me that even beyond common sense, UN-Common Sense answers this for once and for all. “Why Vote?”
“BECAUSE SOMEONE DIED FOR YOU AND I TO BE ABLE TO VOTE!”
From the beginning of what we call the United States for America in 1776, this has been the answer. Perhaps the most succinct, clear and descriptive answer was delivered 87 years later, in the Gettyburg address by president Abraham Lincoln
“It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain…”
Abraham Lincoln — Gettysburg Address, November 19, 1863
And thousands of years ago —
“But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christdied for us.
With the midterms elections almost here, AI dominating individual choices & applications, business, and politics, world governments and essentially everything now, it sees to me there is a race going on. It appears to my eyes as a race to replace.
If you and I are not going to choose for ourselves, something or someone else will. It is human nature.
It is easier to make something than it is apparently, to stop and ask, should I or we do this? It is not so much as can we do it as it is should we be doing it at all?
Perhaps if you have read anything I have written lately, you might assume I have given up on myself. Maybe I have given up on the human race? I assure you that neither of these are true.
For me, I am no longer driven to succeed with even what I have tried to do for the past some 60 years. Some may or even everyone may consider my giving up and getting rid of all my treasure, my accumulation of the past years or some legacy? I have considered putting all my works into the repository known as the Internet Archive. I have considered even sending or keeping something for my son that does seem to be interested in the stories of a witness. I am a witness. But now it seems that neither the Internet Archive or something for my son seems doable or important to me anymore. What was my treasure, like my child or children if you will, is not just baggage. It has now become a heavy weight that makes it even more difficult to breathe or move forward.
I hope anyone else that may read this can choose what is most important to you and your life. Our dog Lady is a beautiful example of what I am trying to write here. She is likely on her last leg (no pun intended). Lady is 11 years old (77 in human years). She has arthritis and is limping. She is all but deaf now. But the good news with that, she no longer shakes during storms or the car wash. She is beginning to lose her eyesight, particularly in one eye (the one blue eye). It seems to be clouded over as if a cataract. Dogs like Lady often become confused over the loss of so many senses used primarily for navigation, happening near the same time. I think her sense of smell/taste is beginning to diminish now. She has others things as well, but she wakes up every morning wags her tail, happy to see us and is still fond of and capable of giving and receiving love. It just doesn’t get much better than or simpler than this. I am grateful she does not seem to be painfully suffering, but I am unsure. She has always been friendly and glad to see almost any life form. Going forward, I just need to be as sure as I possible can that she is comfortable and it is not just my desire to keep her around as long as possible.
The following verse means so much more today than it did when I first heard it, some sixty years ago. It says to me, I don’t need to ever judge you or tell you how you should live. I don’t ever need to cram my beliefs down your throat.
The word salvation in the following verse means “wholeness.” You and I have to do what is right for us. For myself, I needed to let go of much I have been involved with, for these past 60 years. I needed and still need to get rid of many things that may be good for others, but not for me. I needed to return to the gym and this time, make it a lifestyle change not a just the formation of a new habit.
“Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation [wholeness] with fear [reverence] and trembling [awe towards obedience].
Philippians 2:12 Kings James Version of 1611
Wag your tail like Lady. And to this I have concluded. In my life sometimes I have walked with my Father. Sometimes He carried me. Most likely the rest of the time, He has never left me nor forsaken me while I was heading in some other direction.
There is a lot of sorrow in the world. It’s twin is joy. Sometimes they each seem difficult to deal with. Sometimes they seem so similar, it is hard to tell which is which.
I and I am sure, you have often sought happiness. I chased it with a net like some illusive butterfly. Just when I thought I was about to catch it, it would float and flee just far enough away that I could see it, but not capture it.
In 1996, the late great Jimmy Buffet released a song from what I believe to be his finest work: ‘Banana Wind’. The song is: ‘Happily Ever After (Now and Then).’ I was so taken by this the first time I heard it and I have often sent something like this to others on their birthdays or other special days in their lives. I had an idyllic image from something that would invoke some wishful, fanciful, or expressive desire. My text was:
Happily Ever After (at least once in awhile)
This is the best I could hope for in this life for myself or for anyone else.
I do not suppose that everyone believes what I do or what and whom I believe in.
I have a wonderful relationship with one that to my surprise, it a steadfast atheist, or he does not know if he is a Christian or not. Even he cannot find fault with what I am trying to do. – not to disappear, but to consider those things and those life forms that are part of my life – which are important DAILY.
I am not a prophet. I am not going to predict that these are the end times, because like the Bible says, “no man [woman or child] knows the day time or hour. I just can’t imagine the world surviving for much longer being so driven by so much strife-confusion-bribery-extortion-love of money.
There is some goodness in this world and I truly believe it holds back the evil which is surfacing more and more. This affects, effects, and infects all of us in one way or others. For me, I am just tired and seek peace and to try and live as peaceable as I can according to what is inside me and to all I may encounter, in my day-today living.
I could be wrong, but I don’t think this world can continue much longer on the course it is on. It cannot be sustained. For my part, this world is not my home. At my age, it is good to plan for one’s soon release from these mortal coils. I am doing this now, to the best of my ability.
I am reminded that just as John the Baptist did, so should I do for the duration of my life⏤
“In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judaea, And saying, Repent ye: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. For this is he that was spoken of by the prophet Esaias, saying, The voice of one crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.
Matthew 3:1-3 KJV of 1611
I may not carry the ministries or gifts to the Church or the world as an apostle, a prophet, an evangelist, pastor or a teacher [Ephesians 4:11], but if they are not around and God willing, I can “do the work of” any or all of them that is needed. In II Timothy 4:5 Timothy was not an evangelist, but he was told to “do the work of” one. God is not a prospector or persons, only conditions.
And finally, God so loved the world that he gave his only son, Jesus Christ. If I am one of His, can I not love like this? Jesus Christ laid his life down for you and I. What is the greatest love I can share— Preach [publicly expound or teach God’s Word]. It is the calling. It is the love. For now, until my death or God calls me home at the return of Christ, preach the word in season or out meaning, all the time. To say that I am a witness means, the real witness of the resurrection of Jesus Christ is within me. This is what I am to preach.
“I charge thee therefore before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom; Preach the word; be instant in season, out of season; “
II Timothy 4:1,2 KJV of 1611
How? Why?
“But sanctify [set apart] the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear [awe towards obedience]:”
I am reminded of the work of Charlotte Thomson Iserbyt, a former senior policy advisor to the U.S. Department of Education who became a whistleblower. Her book, “The Deliberate Dumbing Down of America: A Chronological Paper Trail” (1999), argues that the American public education system was intentionally altered to eliminate parental influence and mold children for a future dependent on a globalist, socialist-collectivist structure. Whether one agrees with Iserbyt’s specific conclusions on how the system was altered, it has been. Iserbyt did not mince words in her interviews, stating simply:
“If you cannot read, you are defenseless.”
I can only add to this in writing, if you will not read because you do not read, if it could have saved your life at worse or time and lessoned stress it cannot help. If you never comment how would the writer know you read it or be likely to continue such content, if it is not read.
It has been said that knowledge is power. I would only say to this it has potential, depending on what it is. You can look at it like a treasure in your pocket. How beneficial would it be if you never looked?
Are you too busy, depressed. oppressed or under some abysmal seemingly hopeless continual stroke? You should read Isaiah 14 sometime. It will reveal the cause of this, what is behind it and who is named for it. But the world today is driven by what has been written long ago. Have you read-
“For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work.”
James 3:16 King James Version of 1611
“For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows”.
I can at this point write with confidence that I will not likely be penning a letter to you every day. We each are busy and have many things afoot. But still, these are important. At least they are to me and should be to you as well. Like you, I am an American and We the People have this in common.
Like yesterday, when this first began, it is not because of any other letters from their viewpoint, targeting whomever they perceive as their audience.
It is said that people talk about what they’re into. I am no different. What I am into here with these letters has behind them my works in progress, to be published asap. I intend to make them available in as many formats (editions) as possible.
Dates are important to me as I’m sure they are with you. You may not say a word if you miss a birthday or if someone misses yours. But it does not feel so good does it? No, so dates ARE important. I wanted my forthcoming book out on a certain date. RESET “An UN-aliens’s Guide to Resetting our Republic” – Revised and Expanded has gone past one date and soon another. July 4th, 2026 was the start of the 250th year of the Declaration of Independence. RESET missed that date.
The late great Robin Willams once introduced himself as Flag and it was both a humous and appropriate 6 minute or less presentation as himself being the flag of the United States. He joked and pretended to be Betsy Ross sewing that iconic circle of 13 stars and flag and saying, “This could be the start of something big.” Suddenly distracted, he as she turned aside and playfully said in a female voice, “Oh, Thomas, don’t be a Pain.” Yes, this was a reference to that Thomas Paine, the original writer of his pamphlet, ‘Common Sense’.
Next, RESET was set to release this September 17, 2026. This date coincides with our 239th year since the Constitution of the United States on September 17th, 1789.
RESET has now been pushed out to October 19, 2026, over a month from now.
October 19, 2026 is something to shoot for as historically, this same date of October 19th, 1781, Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown, PA. The revolution was over. By the way, Cornwallis would not do this himself, he sent his stead O’Hara, to do the deed for him, instead.
Why not October 19, 2026 to release not another revolution, but a RESET?
A calendar date although important, is not what is most important. Remember my writing yesterday—
“There is nothing more powerful than an idea whose time has come.”
I did some more research this morning. I wanted to make sure, doubly sure that what I wrote yesterday was accurate. It was. Many have tried to ascribe authenticity to this quote. It may sound like or be similar to, but there is no original source that can be found. Like I wrote yesterday, it could just as easily have been written that I said it or wrote it first. But that’s not who I am. I believe in giving credit, where credit is due. So I have decided to write of this as follows:
Mr. UN-attributed can take his place along with cousin Anonymous.
Note: Not to be sexist or anything, but UN-Attributed is male whereas Anonymous is female. 😂
And she is much more well-known.
I ran this through Grok, my AI assistant and this was the response.
“Mr. Un-Attributed can sit in the front row with no footnotes. Cousin Anonymous can keep the other chair and she doesn’t have to sign the guestbook either. RESET can borrow the line from the family and not mail a royalty check. That’s the whole point of relatives who never leave a forwarding address.”
– GROK
“There is nothing morepowerfulthan an idea whose time has come.”
I would rise up I would reach out In the dark for just a spark And capture just a twink-a-blink of star stuff That the creator begot as a mobile Of dancing light in the dark Guarding and Loving over O’er His children’s cribs
And float back down effortlessly Through space and time Defying gravity Just to seize your attention
No price admission For the price has already been paid By one for all
Then reach out Reach into you That you would see That you would hear That you would smell That you would taste That you would feel That you would know The gifts I have been given
And as your hearts rise up your feet in understanding I’d fade and be right behind you Participating in a standing ovation Limited in duration as this life is
Called back Then fade, gathered back up To whence I came By the same twink-a-blink of star stuff One apple of God’s eye
And see us all drawn together Victorious performance ran God’s plan
And that’s what fifteen minutes of fame from 65+ years of effort, means to me
From the collection: ‘Songs in the Key of Me’ by the same author
Once upon time and only once a year Mysterious; quite strange, it will appear Buildings and skyscrapers will move and give space As if by magic, but to most, an invisible place But some unseen force, draws them and they come and came And an old gaslight lantern, illuminates the name
‘Old Fezziwig’s Christmas Spirits & Cheer’ Festive to the restless, in the dark and the drear
Old Fezziwig’s
No ghosts of future, present or past to one’s birth Just The Wise Guy that serves the mirth Lively libations and custom made cheer For what ails yah’ and what casts out every fear
And they came and come, the lost and alone in profusion The tossed whose drinks were sore woes and confusion Some, with shorts too tight that pinches The grumpys’ the scrooges and grinches
Music and dancing Clinking and prancing Observations And conversations Libations and custom-made cheer And all are welcome here
Up to the bar they sit sat and wait and waited With dim slims of hope, to be sated
Old Fezziwig
No demands or judgement, just a voice Just the asking each, to make a choice Frozen hearts like glaciers and icebergs calve “How may I serve you, what will you have?”
And often the reply is just a request, “My dear sir, what would you suggest?” “What would you recommend, most affective?” And he said, “That all depends on your perspective!”
“I could fill your glass half empty or I could fill it half full Only you can decide, the push or the pull I can pour all that glows and glitters I just don’t and won’t pour the bitters
I can fizzle and I can dazzle I can drizzle, but never frazzle No down memory lane or ‘Auld Lang Syne’ Just spirits and drinks of cheer and life’s “fruit of the vine”
“I can pour you something that would make you want to be warm and in the pink I can make your want to smile, but I just can’t make you think”
“But to tell you the truth, all these suggestions are, to try and get you to think Because I only, only, just make one, special drink”
“It’s ‘The Golden Heart’, neither solid nor broken
‘Gold Heart’
Just edges, no center and just a token You decide and with one swig or swallow Your heart will be open or it will be hollow”
And drink they all up and down the hatch And in an instant, like striking a match The scene is quickly gone to—disappear And all to wonder, were they really here?
This was no dream, but a lesson of life An open heart is fraught, full and rife A solid heart can be dented, damaged, frozen and broken apart But flowing out and flowing in that’s…
…an open heart
Note: “Old Fezziwig” was a fictional character ‘in ‘A Christmas Carol’, by Charles Dickens
From the collection: The Uncollected Collection’ by the same author
Old Fezziwig’s Gold Heart
Fezz
(‘Old Fezziwig’s Gold heart’)
Note: four letter name change (Fezz), suggested by sister Carol Lee
Libatious’ #130
bonus drinks beyond 100
By Dahnini or Dahnitini Spirits Alchemist Bon Devant
Rim martini glasses 🍸🍸 with lemon 🍋 and use a paint brush and brush on a little little edible gold dust
4 jiggers vodka 2 jiggers of orange liqueur 🍊 juice of 1 fresh lemon 🍋 ½ jigger of honey 🍯 and finely chopped crystallized ginger pieces 2 egg whites
Combine all the ingredients into a cocktail shaker and dry-shake (no ice). Add ice 🧊 and shake again in Hand Shaker until well chilled
“Shaken not stirred!” -007, Bond, James Bond- 😀
Strain into chilled martini 🍸 🍸 glasses Shake edible gold dust into the center of your ‘Fez’
Makes two lovely libations. One to share and one for you. 😀
Ethel and her two sisters, Audrey and Anne (in this order), were the first which welcomed me with open arms and open hearts, ♥️ without hesitation or reservation; without judgement. Some believe your marry a family when you marry someone (my wife, Susan Meech Hayden), in it. But there was also my father-in-law, an uncle, three step-sons, their wives, their 7 children and cousins and other kindreds. Marrying any woman is work enough and then there is work with all she is kindred to. Few men are ever good enough for a mother’s and father’s daughter. Multiply this many times, if you marry a divorced woman with children! But, call it Kingly or Queenly kindness, Mom and her two sisters (my aunts), graciously accepted me the first time I met them. And I liked all three of them, the first time I met each of them. Now unless you think this is about me or three sisters, it is not. But it is about a similar trait that all three shared and this merely is my observations of the qualities of one in particular.
Ethel Lovatt Meech, is my mother-in-law, to which I have long dispensed with the factual and formal title and just call her Mom. Blood not, but not any less is she to me, than my birth mother.
Her husband Henry, “Bud” Meech, my father-in-law called her “Lovie”. She was indeed, a loving 🥰 sister, a loving 🥰 wife, a loving 🥰 mother, a loving 🥰 aunt, a loving 🥰 cousin, a loving 🥰 grandmother, a loving 🥰 great grandmother and a loving 🥰 friend!
Our only granddaughter Leona, and one nephew Chase, both have ‘Lovatt’ as their middle name.
Mom was a proper Lady. She was often quiet and a good listener. But she was an exceptional conversationalist too, poignant, sharp and smart.
She also had a fun and funny side too. Both her two true children could tell you about her burgundy red convertible 67′ mustang she loved to drive.
Her comedic timing was often unexpected, but greatly appreciated. I would’ve loved to have been at the dinner table when her husband Bud asked her to throw him a pickle and she tossed it into the air! I remember standing next to her and my wife Susan, was on her other side at the funeral home. We were there to say goodbye to her husband, the father of her children, “Bud” Henry Meech. The grandchildren called her, ‘Grandma Sweetie Pie’. Yes, she was a sweetie, made great pie and was a wonderful cook. But there we were and it was a solemn moment, for all in saying goodbye, as we drew near to see him and pay our respects and begin the grieving process. Mom looked on her husband and friend and just quietly said, “The shell is still here, but the nut is gone.”
I would have loved to have been a fly in the car when she and dad were in the front seats (Dad was driving) and it was the first time she met his mom and grandmother. They were all singing songs and then there was a sudden quiet. To break the ice and cut through the edginess, Mom broke out singing, ‘Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall’. If that’s not funny enough for you, unbeknownst to Ethel, her newly met grandmother-in-law just happened to be the wife of a Methodist minister and her new mother-in-law was aligned with The Women’s Temperance Movement that opposed the consumption of alcohol. 🍹 🍸 🍺 🍷 🤣🤣🤣
But to me, the greatest thing my Mom had been was a career registered nurse. And that fact does not even begin to tell the story. I have met a few famous people in my life and had my heroes and heroines, But never in my wildest dreams, could I ever have imagined, marrying into a family with one hero and one heroine, married to each other. Their family became my family!
But Ethel was not only a registered nurse, oh no, a million times no! She was a proud and lifelong member of, The United States Nurse Cadet Corps.
Logo
The United States Cadet Nurse Corps (CNC), was authorized by the U.S. Congress and signed into law as a nondiscriminatory program, in July 1943. Its purpose was to help alleviate the nursing shortage that existed during World War II. The United States Public Health Service (USPHS), was named the supervisory agency; it was answerable to, the Surgeon General of the United States.
Its origins can be traced to the establishment in 1798, of a system of marine hospitals. In 1870, these were consolidated into the Marine Hospital Service, and the position of Surgeon General, first began.
The program was formed, July 1st, 1943 and was dissolved, December 31st, 1948.
The Media carried the news and offerings everywhere
The program was open to all women between the ages of 17 and 35 who were in good health and had graduated from an accredited high school.
All state nursing schools in the U.S. were eligible to participate in the program; they were, however, required to be accredited by the accrediting agency in their state and be connected with a hospital that had been approved by the American College of Surgeons. The participating schools of nursing were required to compress the traditional 36-month nursing program into 30 months and were obligated to provide the students with the clinical experiences of medicine, surgery, pediatrics, and obstetrics.
Ethel was an operating room and surgery nurse, for the better part of her career in nursing.
This was an incredible opportunity for women, for financial independence and a lifetime career, no matter the economic situation or societal woes that may befall a nation. If you were a nurse and even today, you always have a job. All of these things appealed to young women which before, may have had little to no opportunity to improve the quality of their lives. The uniforms, stockings, lapel pins, a particular shade of ruby red lipstick, and berets were highly attractive to many. If you were a nurse, a Cadet Nurse, you were in essence, a fashionista!
Status symbols and fashionistasMany wanted to be one or to be seen with one!
There was a lot of prestige being a Cadet Nurse. You were not just anybody or just a woman, you were often gorgeous, highly intelligent, professional, highly trained, in high demand and were often viewed like rock stars of the times. Many women longed to be a Cadet Nurses and along with all these characteristics and compassion for others and the faithful dedication, many men fervently desired to date a Cadet Nurse, kiss one and with an ultimate hope of marrying one!
Beyond these things, Cadet Nurses were honored to serve their country as the country was honored by their presence. They filled great voids in this country, when so much of the medical field were on the front lines overseas. But no matter where a Nurse Cadet served, she was also on the front lines and among the ‘first responders’. They did not only give life giving aid and literally saved many a life, they often wrote letters for their patients, read to them, talked to them, comforted them, and kept vigil the whole dark night of their patients’s souls. They were heroes and heroines each one, and often your trusted confidant and best friend! Doctors could never, and cannot ever, survive for any length of time without them! And the greatest medical people in the world are in the USA! 🇺🇸 The quality of the entire medical industry that we enjoy today, are the direct results of The Nurse Cadet Corps that forged it in fire, 🔥 on the front lines, of the front lines of, human trauma and tragedy, crisis and redemption, by what many think on as the ‘angels of grace and mercy!
My mother-in-law, Ethel Lovatt Meech, my adopted mom, was a pioneer on a love frontier. And she is my heroine!
She knew her grandson Jonathan was following, in her footsteps and she spoke of him often fondly and beamed with pride. He wanted her to be the one that pinned him when he graduated from nursing school, but sadly, she passed before. But he did graduate, is a husband, a father of three boys, and a NICU nurse (neonatal Specialist), but he is also studying and soon to graduate, as a Nurse Practitioner. I know she would be (is), so very proud of him as he like her, in our current World War against the Covid19 virus, is on the front lines of the front lines!
Triple Victory- The War is Over, Home Again, & Kiss a Nurse! 🙂
Jonathan was there and Susan and I were there when Mom took her last breath. I have no other way to say this than, it was a beautiful death. She was surrounded by people that loved her and that she loved and she quietly closed her eyes and went to sleep. She was draped with a quilt that was given to her by a Nurse who had also served in the military. The quilt has an American flag woven design. We still have this. It was just a token of a grateful country, for her service!
The Quilt that draped Ethel, in honor of her service to the USA
We now live in the same home that she and my father-in-law lived in, from 1973 until they passed. We inherited a simple little kitchen timer that runs off of batteries. It is just inside one of the cabinets in our kitchen. For some unknown reasons and at different times, when either of us walk by the cabinet, the alarm inside starts dinging. We always think it’s Mom trying to say something and we always say, “Hi Mom,” and then shut the alarm off. And today is, your birthday! Your your daughter Susan, is making a cake for you, to celebrate you today and for as long as we still draw breath.
I don’t know if I ever said this to you, but like the line from a favorite song of mine, “Did you ever know that you’re my hero?” 🥰❤️
Your Dahni (Because you made me yours)
A Beautiful Woman inside and OutStill kept her red curly hair
Cadet Hymn
Faithful ever to my country, to the Corps, my sacred trust, Grant that I may follow wisely, all the guidance offered me. Give me kindness, grant me patience, That I may not fail this noble challenge to heal the suffering ones. Help me to ally the sorrowing in a world torn by strife, May I hold the lamp of nursing in the sprit of the Corps, Give me strength, and grant me knowledge, To pursue my chosen way with courage to heal the suffering ones. Now I dedicate my service, pledge myself and all I am, Thus to make of life a triumph, over sorrow over death, Give me pride in my endeavor In the service of my Corps, o grant that I may heal the suffering ones
The cadet hymn was composed by the director of music at Mt. Vernon Methodist Church in Washington, D.C. and the words were written by a member of the Division of Nursing Education of the USPHS. It was released in 1945 on the second anniversary of the CNC
Hot or cold, love is in the air. The Italians call it, amore (love). Heading to the spa or hot tub with your love? Why not a couple of Amore-tinis and watch Jupiter in the night skies or the poetry in motion, in each other’s eyes! 🙂
Spa Side Amore-tinis By Dahnini or Dahnitini
Amore-tini
By Dahnini or Dahnitini
Juice of 1 small fresh lime
2 jiggers Amaretto almond liqueur
1 jigger of vodka
1 jigger or apricot juice or nectar
Add ice
Pour into hand shaker and shake
“Shaken not stirred!” -007, Bond, James Bond” 🙂
Pour back into martini glass
Garnish with a stick and a skewered piece of dried apricot, dipped in lime juice and sprinkled with mix of almond flour and raw sugar
ENJOY! Drink your ‘Amore-tini responsibly! 🙂
Notes: Amore is Italian 🇮🇹 for “love” Amaretto (also Italian 🇮🇹), means “little bitter” and is often made with almonds and pulverized apricot shells which also taste like almonds.
