Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California


Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California

Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California

Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California

Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California

Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California
Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California

Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California

My aunt took these photos yesterday, 5/27/2012, while at Ft. Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego.

Look at the sheer numbers of markers.  At ONE National Cemetery.  Just one. Seeing all these numbers made me think.  If this is one cemetery, add all of the markers from ALL of the National Cemeteries. Then, add all of the markers for those who are NOT buried at National Cemeteries.

It makes me incredibly sad.

When are we going to learn?  Not just the U.S., cuz this isn’t just a U.S. problem.  It is world-wide.

I feel like we are thumbing our noses at all those who have sacrificed for us.  Obviously our governments have learned nothing after centuries of fighting.  Will they ever?  We can tout and yell about how we remember.  It won’t mean anything until WE ACTUALLY REMEMBER AND PUT THOSE MEMORIES IN TO PRACTICE.  Actions speak louder than words.  I’m sorry our soldiers, and those all over the world, have to continuously provide the “action” with their lives while our governments learn and provide nothing.

They think they are providing a great service when they provide nominal health care, markers for graves.  The best service would be to actually remember why people have died and to act upon it by making this world a better place. That is why our soldiers died, hoping to make the world a better place. Now if only our governments could do that, what could be a better service to provide? What better rememberance?

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Salute


Howard Dickson Pendergrass, Sr.  My grandpa

Howard Dickson Pendergrass, Sr. My grandpa

6 year Pacific Fleet Boxing Champ aboard the U.S.S. Arizona, prior to Pearl Harbor.

6 year Pacific Fleet Boxing Champ aboard the U.S.S. Arizona, prior to Pearl Harbor.

Stationed aboard the U.S.S. Ludlow

Stationed aboard the U.S.S. Ludlow

The Howard Dickson Pendergrass men.. Sr. and Jr.

The Howard Dickson Pendergrass men, Sr. and Jr.

This picture, and those above, are my Grandfather, Howard Dickson Pendergrass, Sr.  Retired Navy.  The picture of him in the tent, I thought was my Uncle, his son, who served during Vietnam.  So young and they look so much like each other, could not believe it.  So amazing.

Uncle, William Clyde Chambers

Uncle, William Clyde Chambers

Uncle, Phil Wesley Tindle, Jr.

Uncle, Phil Wesley Tindle, Jr.

Uncle, Cleo McComas

Uncle, Cleo McComas

The man in the dark sailor uniform is my Uncle, William Clyde Chambers, married to my dad’s sister, Betty Jo Tindle.  (Yeah, named after her)

The next young man, with the young lady, is my dad’s brother, Phil Wesley Tindle, Jr.  With the lady he married.  Aunt Ruth.

The last young man is my Uncle Cleo, married to my Aunt “Pete”, I really gotta find out how she got that nickname, her real name is Lucille.  She is my great-aunt, aunt to my mother.

There are lots more that have served in my family, all of these young men are now gone, including my uncle, in the picture up there with my Grandfather, the two Pendergrass men. He died waiting for a heart transplant, of a massive heart attack, in 1990 at the age of 51.  Shoot, they all died of heart attacks.  :(   Didn’t even think of that.

Anyway, have had cousins in the marines, I heard, while I was in the Air Force that I even had a female cousin in the Air Force while I was in the Air Force.  I think she is from Alabama, I don’t know that I ever met her.  That I recall.  We didn’t live there very long, about one year, when I was a kid, before my brother was born.  He was born there, I must have been young because the two of us are 16 months apart.  I was a baby! :)

I guess we have a long tradition of military members in our family.  On all sides.  As do many others, everywhere.

My hat is off to all in salute.

Snow days…


It snowed here on Friday/Saturday.  LOTSA FUN!  It was so cold in my house, I couldn’t figure out where this huge draft was coming from, then it hit me.  The draft hit me too, but I mean it HIT ME. :)   I had put my a/c in a window when it had actually been warm enough for a whole whopping day and I could not sleep because it was so warm.  It is hard for me to put the a/c in the window by myself, holding the windows open while trying to prop the a/c on the sill.  I covered it with a huge blanket.  Wasteful energy, I know, but my energy level, getting older, isn’t so hot either.  I chose the lesser of two evils.  I DID think about it for a couple of minutes, only a couple tho, before resorting to the blanket.  Here are some pics, I had forgotten to bring my camera with me like I usually do, so these were taken with my cell camera on Saturday morning after I got off work.

Gloomy pic 1

Gloomy pic 1

Gloomy pic 2

Gloomy pic 2

Gloomy pic 3

Gloomy pic 3

Gloomy pic 4

Gloomy pic 4

It has been icky all weekend.  Raining quite a bit, which is good, we need the moisture.  COLD!!!  COLD!! COLD!  It is the end of MAY, people!  I should have known…always happens up here. :)   I think, at this point, it is just something to grumble about.  Heheheh Look how low those clouds are!  When I drive to work I crest upon a hill, the town of Powell spread out before me…you can SEE the clouds hovering over the town when it is like this..something to see!