Hello everyone, LMA here reporting on Veteran’s Day, also known as My Pub’s third sib’s birthday.
Yes, it was a bittersweet moment back on this pre-ultrasound day in 1969 when My Pub and two brothers waited with Grandma by the phone. My Pub was so hopeful that her father would call any minute and report the birth of a sister – at last!.
The phone rang. Everyone jumped. Grandma picked up the receiver and, only hearing one end of the conversation, My Pub nearly died of anticipation.
Grandma: “Oh, that is wonderful news.”
Grandma: “The children? Why they are absolute angels” (This was a lie.)
Grandma: “What a lovely name! Has a beautiful ring.”
Grandma: “Deary me. Oh my.”
Grandma: “Goodness gracious. Who would have thought?”
Grandma: “Big kisses from all of us to that precious little cherub. We will see you soon. Kiss-kiss-hug-hug!”
(Thoughts in My Pub’s head at the time: Grandma, hang up the damn phone and tell me I have a sister!)
Alas, it was not to be. Yes, Grandma did eventually hang up the phone, but no, My Pub had yet another brother. What a let down! That was until she got over herself. She and Brother Number Three are lifelong friends.
But that’s not what today’s post is all about. Today, we celebrate Veteran’s Day. As you know, based on my previous iteration, I, Louisa May Alcatt, am a veteran of the Civil War. There are not too many of us walking around these days, especially on four legs.
I am not the only women to serve our country before it became common place to do so. There are scores of us, but here I highlight four. I think you’ll find them impressive. Hope you thank a Vet today! xo, LMA