For several months, nearly every morning, the Lord greeted me with a simple phrase: “Do you trust me?” At first my response was an exasperated, “OF COURSE”! But, as the days went on… as each week presented me with a new set of challenges… I slowly began to realize… I don’t think I do. Not […]
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Last December the world lost a very special person, Florence Ebersole Smith Finch, (101).
Florence Ebersole Smith Finch, USCGR
Coast Guard SPAR decorated for combat operations during World War II
By William H. Thiesen, Ph.D.
U.S. Coast Guard Atlantic Area Historian
Of the thousands of women who have served with honor in the United States Coast Guard, one stands out for her bravery and devotion to duty. Florence Smith Finch, the daughter of a U.S. Army veteran and Filipino mother, was born on the island of Luzon, north of Manila, in Santiago City. She married navy PT boat crewman Charles E. Smith while working for an army intelligence unit located in Manila. In 1942, after the Japanese invaded the Philippines, her young husband died trying to re-supply American and Filipino troops trapped by the enemy on Corregidor Island and the Bataan Peninsula.
After the Japanese occupied Manila, Finch avoided internment…
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Come sit with me, take a
few moments to chat and
reminisce of bygone days.
The days are passing quickly,
not enough seconds spent
relaxing, breathing and
feeling the sunshine
permeate our bones.
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Remember how the
before you after
you threw your
or knapsack into the
bottom of your closet?
School was out and it felt
like long stretches of nothing
but joy and carefree playtime
lay ahead of you, where
even nightime held fun.
🌠 🌛 🌝 🌜 🌠
You liked to play from sunrise
until dark, taking breaks to eat
and possibly getting books from
the library or the bookmobile.
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I had a place where I remember
curling up and getting absorbed
in books. What some call now,
“being fully engaged” in
other worlds, real life
imaginary stories in
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Its that dream again – the dream that feels so real like it really happened but when you wake up you are just left with the feeling of its touch on your skin.
I haven’t had this dream for years and I am wondering why it happened again. Actually, I am wondering what it really means.
This time its buddy. With him just holding my hand when we went to a museum-like place and while looking at all the exhibits he suddenly holds my hand, not letting it go even if we had to keep other people from seeing it. There was also a look in his eyes that’s like telling me its “ok” and it somehow comforts me. When I woke up, I can still feel his skin on my hand.
That dream was just so weird and comforting at the same time because I haven’t really…
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