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December Flip-Flop weather exposes toes

Flip-Flops in December

Flip-Flops in December

Today in Georgia, it feels way more like May than December. Balmy and slightly breezy has brought out the desire to get just one more flip-flop day in-just for fun.

Seems strange to be wearing flip-flops in December, but if the weather demands it, then who am I to resist? Observation of my toesies this morning forced me to have to reconsider the idea of  revealing them in public. With no time at all in the schedule to have my favorite pedicurist pamper me and my toes, I mentally ran through my options. The objective was to sport flip-flops despite conditions; probably not a good idea. I looked at the remaining chipped paint in an effort to imagine that they had been done in an Art Deco style…that dog was not gonna hunt. My toes looked more like an Elf On The Shelf joke.  Removing the remaining polish and repainting was hampered by time constraints. I finally decided that it would probably be ok to just gloss over with a quick coat of dark red that would hopefully cover the ragged edges and not bleed too much into the sad state of my cuticles; a lot to hope for. Not aware of any Saint specializing in flip-flops, I sent a quick and humorous request for a steady hand to St. Anthony (Saint of Lost Causes) and dove in brush first. The end result was RED, but then again…it IS Christmastime and who am I to argue if the powers-that-be offered us the gift of a temporary springtime. A flip-flop day in December MUST be honored and celebrated. It is the kind of thing that keeps you going.

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Come Play With Us…Forever and Ever

Come Play With Us...Forever and Ever

Came downstairs to find our twin sister cats hanging out in the doorway…reminded me of The Shining…

Father’s Day…Barbershop Style

"Dado" Earl Volpert and his quartet delivering a Singing Valentine...Barbershop Style.

“Dado” Earl Volpert (with the rose) and his quartet delivering a Singing Valentine…Barbershop Style.

For as long as I can remember, songs in four-part harmony have been a part of the audio background of my life. Specifically, the bass parts which always seem to surround my dad with a hum or a tag. I grew up thinking that such songs as “Little Girl”, “My Wild Irish Rose”, and “Lida Rose” were normal lullabies. My two boys have grown up with the same songbook-with some good old school rock-n-roll mixed in. At a recent performance, the MC asked the audience to raise a hand if they had seen more than 10 years of Barbershop Shows in their lifetime. While there were the expected hands from the folks with “snowy hair”, none of the hands was raised more enthusiastically than by my oldest son who proudly said out loud, “I have seen 14!”

Dado, Uncle Steve & Drew-3 Generations of Barbershop Style

Dado, Uncle Steve & Drew-3 Generations of Barbershop Style

One of my fondest memories included an Alaskan Cruise on which our Stone Mountain Barbershop Chorus had been invited to sing. Again, my oldest (then 7) practiced and practiced the chorus’ signature song, “Down By The Riverside” along with his Uncle Steve which then resulted in three generations of “Volpert Men” singing on the same stage. I still think both my boys expect to meet their own “little bright-eyed gal” down by the riverside one day.

Dado, Ditdo & The Boys

Dado, Ditdo & The Boys

My dad’s names are varied. Those close to him call him “Butch”. He is “Earl”  or “Big E” to many. I always called him Dad, but the one that fits him best was given to him by the firstborn, as often happens…Dado. Not only do his own three grandsons call him “Dado”, but most of the neighborhood kids, swim team, hockey, soccer, band, school and church kids call him “Dado” too.

I will always be “Daddy’s Little Girl”, in the best of Barbershop Style. That song will unfairly bring many tears to your eyes. He always hums a little tune under his breath and has a song for just about every occasion. Dado always asks if he can call you sweetheart and tells me that we are the hearts of his heart…Listen for yourself…Let Me Call You Sweetheart…and Happy Father’s Day!

The TED Blog: Telling Stories, Spreading Ideas

The TED Blog: Telling Stories, Spreading Ideas.

Easter Bonnets and the Importance of Being Silly

My baby brother and me in easter bonnets Sunday.

My baby brother and me in Easter bonnets Sunday.

Was just sifting through the photos that have been taken just since the beginning of the year…ok, I have a bit of a reputation for “shoot now..ask later” kind of attitude. In my defense, there are many comments on social media that indicate that being a little trigger happy with the camera can get you awesome results.

DSC_5456It was a surprise when I came across these little gems from our Easter Day celebration. Cannot believe that with the mad rush to Spring Break, I had glossed over them.

Just like years past, we had the traditional Easter Egg Hunt. Only this year, my 14-year-old was the “hider” and delighted in watching his 3-year-old nephew “find” all the colorful treasures. His “little brother”, who is 12 now, had a blast trying to collect the eggs that had been hidden with great care just for him. Outfoxing your older brother is sometimes as sweet as a Peep.

DSC_5515As with most of the holidays at the house on the top of the hill, there are generally all manner of “extras” in the play. This year, we hosted a great gathering of all kinds of folks. One mother and daughter pair had spent the morning with the hot glue, dollar store flowers and two great hats which clearly required adornment for the festivities. What resulted was a photo-frenzy during which almost everyone was shot in a bonnet! What fun.

DSC_5531The day was complete when the same pair produced a candy-filled Easter egg pinata. Dado (grandpa) strung the target up by the basketball goal and the cousins commenced to batting the poor egg into bits which revealed a cache of the best Easter candy ever.

DSC_5459We had plenty of fun in our “Easter Bonnets” with all the frills upon it. On reflection, it was the silliness of the photo-ops that started the day off just right, in celebration.

A Century of Memories…from the Gwinnett Citizen Files

A century of memories

Medal of Honor Day March 25th

Medal of Honor

Medal of Honor Day
Beth Volpert

Veteran’s Day, Armed Forces Day and Memorial Day are among the more well-known commemorative dates that honor our military both living and gone, but the Medal of Honor Day is gaining some new notoriety. March 25th is the nationally and officially designated day to honor the recipients of the Congressional Medal of Honor with events planned from Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington National Cemetery to hometowns across America.

Locally, The Hilliard A. Wilbanks Foundation and the Congressional Medal of Honor Society seek to increase public awareness of the Medal of Honor and educate our future generations about the history and unique aspects of the award.

Born and raised in Cornelia, GA, Air Force Capt. Hilliard A. Wilbanks was assigned to the 21st Tactical Air Support Squadron at Nha Trang during the Vietnam War. By February 24, 1967, Captain Wilbanks had flown 487 combat missions. He had survived nearly 11 months of dangerous combat and was looking forward to coming home to his wife and four children. On that day, under fire, Capt. Wilbanks had to make a decision that would not only change the lives of his own family, but also the lives of the families of the many men he saved with his heroic actions during an enemy ambush. The prestigious MOH award was posthumously awarded to Captain Wilbanks on January 24, 1968. For his actions in combat, Captain Wilbanks had become a hometown hero, but left a family behind.

To date, there are 21 Georgia recipients who share the honor of the highest award for heroism in military action which this nation can bestow on a member of its Armed Forces. (Retrieved from: http://www.nationalmuseum.af.mil).  In 1861, Iowa Senator James W. Grimes began to lobby for the creation of a medal to honor such heroism. The award has undergone updates as dictated by the situations created by changes in our military. Originally a naval award, The Medal of Honor now has three distinct types: the original simple star shape established in 1861 which the Navy, Marine Corps and Coast Guard have retained; a wreath version designed in 1904 for the Army; and an altered wreath version for the Air Force, designed in 1963 and adopted in 1965. (Retrieved from: http://www.cmohs.org).

Since its inception in 1861, this country has honored those who have given selflessly with gallantry in action regardless of rank. The 2013 Medal of Honor celebrations will not only include the laying of a wreath at Arlington, but also the ringing of the closing bell on Wall Street and a black-tie gala in New York. Celebrating both the living and the lost who have gone well above the call of duty is among the simplest forms of gratitude a country can and should express. On March 25th, our country will honor and remember those who risked everything.

Educating future generations about true sacrifice and the legacy that it can leave behind is just one aspect of The Hilliard Wilbanks Foundation. To read more about that legacy check out www.hillardwilbanksfoundation.com 

Going to Little Gasparilla…Quiet Florida Paradise

Cottage on Little Gasparilla Island

Cottage on Little Gasparilla Island

The lulling sounds of Robert Plant (Led Zepplin) singing the lyrics to going to California…with an aching in my heart… took on a new meaning when my 13 year-old son changed them to reflect our travels to a remote Florida island for spring break last year. As we headed south on I-75, along with thousands of other Spring Breakers, the humming became…going to Gasparilla with a skimboard in the car…

Room to roam...

Room to roam…

Having never been to this particular beach locale, we were not sure what we might find. We found exactly what we needed. The island turned out to be the kind of freedom we rarely experience in our lives filled with church, school, band, soccer, hockey, swim team and other assorted activities that take up the majority of our time. An island, only accessible by boat and without any commercial offerings besides housing sounded just like a dream. We were not sure it could exist; much like that Led Zepplin song we had parodied…perhaps it was just a mountain of dreams or, in our case, a beach of our dreams.

Gasparilla Boy 2We explored the docks while we waited for our ferry ride from the mainland. Once on board, the wind began to blow turning our hair into the fluffy, wild curls that only show up at the beach. Relaxation set in and by the time we had crossed the bay; we had seen a shark, several varieties of shore birds and enough fish to make the youngest hanker for a fishing pole right then and there.

Beach Balls...

Beach Balls…

Our condo was clean and decorated with tasteful beach decor. A fully-stocked kitchen, compact washer/dryer, screened porch and comfy beds made the trip more than well worth it. We had not even seen the beach.

We set off down the sandy road to the beach and arrived in just 2 minutes with our boards ready. Skim boards, wake boards and castle-building necessities made the trip in our trusty old “beach buddy” with rusting wheels and  duct-taped handle which we see as a sign that we are true beach veterans. A short trip over a protective boardwalk revealed sea oats that gave way to a vast expanse of glittering sand upon which the best of waves were breaking-just perfect for boards of all sorts.

At the end of the day...

At the end of the day…

The week was spent allowing boys to be boys. They could roam the island without worrying about traffic or too much humanity. Our biggest fears were the slithering kind of which we only saw one-the good kind…a big, black rodent-eater.  The boys surfed, built castles, cooked dinner, read books, sat, slept and did just about nothing connected to our very busy daily lives. It was a dream come true which made life at home, well…not as hard, hard, hard as it seems…la la la la…

A Week of Wonderful Witness

The last thing my brother told me before heading to Haiti this week was that I needed to keep my fingers on the keys and blog, blog, blog. He is among my biggest cheerleaders and a huge inspiration in business, personal life and faith for me. Along with his posts from Haiti this week, I have noticed that several of my Facebook friends have been witnessing themselves. Sharing their “realness” for lack of any other word. The heart of who they are and their commitment to use Facebook to reach those who might need a well-placed word has been an inspiration. 

Asking for prayer for a specific situation is among the mighty benefits of Facebook, but consistent witness of how a greater good affects one’s life is mighty personal and takes courage to share. Lessons can be learned from anyone at any time and little altars are everywhere. Thank you this week to:

Victoria Rodriguez whose words are deeply true and reflective.
Jennifer Teague who uses her early morning hours to reflect on what a mother needs on any given day.
Dick Moe who has battled braver than any soul I know against goofy little cells in his body that he will not allow to overtake him. His love for humankind is overwhelming and his delight in life is inspiring. 
Yvette Young who watches the “little latitudes” to see where a kind word might me inserted.
Margie Peden who outruns her problems every morning and makes a difference in the lives of youth.
Alyson Morrison and Jo Maki who find the best of those daily spiritual pictures and repost because one of them just might make a difference.
Bev Gbur who reached out to make sure everything is right with my world-out of the blue.
Tammy Lee Barton, Kim Anthony Williams and Keisha Cameron who tell it like it is in the everyday life of kids (especially boys). Laughter is indeed the best medicine.
Cheryl Donaldson and Sonya Deese Farrell who stand firmly in their resolve to raise strong Americans while their husbands serve our country. 
Anita Farrell, Tracey Weller and Sandi Porter who remind us of our health and how strong our bodies can be if we do simple things. 

There are more of you, but this week, these friends stood out strong, clear and courageous to push forward on a mission to make life better by sharing, unafraid of comments. So, I ask for you to say a little prayer for those who share.

Donated Drums Keep the Beat in Haiti

Haiti Drumset

Donated Drums Make the Trip to Haiti

To say that I am proud that my baby brother walks the walk is an understatement. He is currently in Haiti visiting with the people that his church, Epiphany Lutheran in Suwanee, GA, have pledged to support. Through the Haitian Timoun Society, the travelers work to create a future of hope, sustainability and dignity. The work isn’t complicated, just requires a considerable amount of love and dedication.

My brother, a drummer himself since the early 1980’s, was pleased to be able to help set up a drum set donated by the Mullenbach family. Even though I am not privy to be a fly on the wall today on his trip, I imagine that he banged the drums a bit with the band.

Probably couldn’t resist, but that meant that he would have to put the camera down for a few minutes. This trip is different. Previously, Steve had used his professional video editing skills to film and create messages designed to promote the incredible work being done in Haiti. He always had a camera in his hands and looked at Haiti though a lens. This time, he began his trip by looking forward to being a more “hands on” participant.

In any case, the work being done by The Haitian Timoun Foundation is crucial to the future of sustainability. Check out their work and stay tuned for the music that is the real rhythm of Haiti.