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Veterans Day

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Last year I wrote (and shared poems):

My father was a veteran and history teacher. This year, I am growing a new interest in history. There are so many ways to learn. Prayers for peace . . .

I have continued to learn more about history. There are so many stories to honor and respect. My parents had “big picture faith.”

Short Poems: Remembrance and Hope

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Short poems from over the seasons and years:

harvested fields
plowed in hope
of Spring
remembrance

Deep calleth unto deep *
filling my heart with hope
greater than my mind

The first line is from Psalm 42 (KJV).

cold
yet from this ground
daffodils will grow
again

small snowdrops
continue to bloom
remembrance

(Spring 2021)

My father was a veteran and history teacher. This year, I am growing a new interest in history. There are so many ways to learn.

Veterans Day 2021

Prayers for peace . . .

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Remembrance

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I see Veterans Day is this week, November 11.  Among other groups, we support the Milwaukee Homeless Veterans Initiative (MHVI). We donated to their Wall Of Honor in memory of my father, Harold A. Borgh.

Some of the favorite poems on my blog are for family.  Some of you may remember this poem.

A POEM FOR YOU (1991)

I taped up a picture of you
It must have been your last
Healthy Christmas–long overdue,
But you understand
I know you do.

And I’m up early to have some
Time alone before teaching, too
And I understand even more now
You know I do.

Mom’s doing better now…
She told me how you stood
Between two railroad cars
All the way from Washington D.C.
To Chicago after World War II.

And I’m teaching my heart out
Giving essay tests, too
Pouring out my soul
Like you used to do.

It’s Christmas again, and I
Taped up a picture of you
I’m writing poems and
Taking walks–doing fine
But missing you
Has not ceased with time.

*

Published in Midwest Poetry Review (1993); Bell’s Letters (1993); The Spirit of Christmas (1994, Weems Concepts).

Love endures and grows, and I am grateful.

*

new poems
in older age
winter wheat

Ellen Grace Olinger

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remembrance

harvested fields
plowed in hope
of spring
remembrance

by the side
of the road
more wild turkeys
than we can count

My cousin, Paul F. Brandt, served in Vietnam.  When he returned to Wisconsin, he devoted his life to conservation.  He worked for the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources.  One of his contributions was to help bring the wild turkeys back to Wisconsin.  Paul died in 2006, when he was 60.  He knew he was mortal, and he left a legacy in Southwestern Wisconsin.

Two Wisconsin Veterans

I’ve been wondering if I should write about Veterans Day this year, or observe in silence.

I always have another story to tell.  Or tell again, with a few more layers.   Trust grows.

My father, Harold A. Borgh, Ph.D, served in World War II.  I can only imagine my mom and dad, in love in their twenties, not knowing if they would be able to build a life together.  When I was caring for my mother, I sometimes found, as time progressed, that her older memories were more vivid.  If I could find a movie from the 1940s, for example, she would connect with it.  Yet, she never stopped trying.  So sad that she grew up with war and died with war.  She watched the news day and night.

They did so much and were modest.  My father was a kind man.  I think of times when he could have scolded me, but loved me unconditionally instead.  He was only 68 when he died in 1983.  By God’s grace, I went to Poland with him for over a month in the summer of 1978.  There was a tour with UW-Milwaukee; he wanted to go; my mom had a teaching commitment.  I was teaching elementary school, but not in the summer.  So I went with him.  This was Karl’s and my first summer in our little house in Illinois, and Karl was kind to understand I needed to do this.  Dad, as veteran and historian, was continuing to learn and bear witness.  He and Mom went to other places in Europe as well.  I went to Canada with my mother in 1972, to see Shakespeare plays with her.

Today I am listening to Amy Shreve PRAY Instrumentals.  I can never hear “Be Still My Soul,” “Wayfarin’ Stranger,” or “I Need Thee Every Hour” too many times.

Others in my family served in Vietnam.  I’ll close this post with a picture of The Vietnam War Memorial that I found on wpclipart.com; followed by a picture of The Paul Brandt School Forest, by Ruth Bauer.  Paul served in Vietnam.  We honor and love, we pray for peace and healing.

Veterans Day

Today I honor my father and others in my family and I’m sure in the lives of readers.  Dad served in World War II, earned his Ph.D, and then taught History for 32 years.   Dr. Harold Borgh was kind and dedicated.  I am inspired to learn more about history, as I remember him. Earlier this fall, I wrote a post in memory of my cousin, Paul F. Brandt, who died in 2006.  Paul was a Vietnam veteran.  My father wrote him letters faithfully.   Paul is honored in Wisconsin for his work in conservation.