Miss Memorial Day


Growing up in Fairfield in the fifties and sixties was a Normal Rockwell painting brought to life.  And one my nicknames, born at the end of May, was "Miss Memorial Day".   I still AM. Comments and links follow, for people who love America only. And for my children and our children.   The way it was needed work but so much of it was worth remembering and regenerating for your own life quality.


- The FAITH in America was there because every day in Church and School  and Family Circle we praised all the good things in our country.  

- I remember believing and being told, in direct and indirect ways, that America always did a quality job.  We could live in America and be confident that faith and genius and actions of our forefathers made a  place of top quality - a nation to be proud of.  Good Work!