One of my claims to fame is that I actually did shake hands with Muhammad Ali. It was several years ago when he was a guest at the Orrin Hatch Invitational Golf Tournament in Park City, Utah.
At that time my daughter was graduating from BYU in Provo, Utah. She had majored in Public Relations and Communication. She had been hired for the summer by the company which was doing the publicity for the Golf Tournament. She invited my wife and me to come to Utah and join in some of the revelry. So we did.
It’s not a tale usually told, but George Washington didn’t get along real well with his mother. He thought she was too controlling, too dominating, and too unpleasant around him. He always respected her and was honor bound to submit to her wishes.
My Father died last year. I was going to visit his grave this day, but my brother told me he had been there and the grave was overgrown with weeds, mucky and wet, and to top it off most of the grass was gone or dead. Wow, I didn’t expect that. The grave is supposed to bring back good memories.
I just finished making a freezer of home made lemon cream sherbet for our family get-together on Memorial Day. You see, it’s become somewhat of a tradition to have our family over to remember this holiday, and at that time have some good eats, like a bar-b-que, salad, and, of course home made ice cream.
One fine day an uncompromising woman appeared at the White House and requested an audience with President Abraham Lincoln. She was finally introduced to him and said:
I was looking for something nice to say on this Memorial Day weekend. In my favorite quote books there wasn’t much between memory and virtues. But I did find this quote which really touched a nerve and I thought should be considered in our nation on this day we celebrate some heroes.
You may have missed it but the Revolutionary War ended in 1781 at Yorktown, VA. The particulars of that battle were amazing. So was the outcome. British General Cornwallis surrendered his army after the valiant efforts of the Americans and the French.
Benjamin Franklin was aware that he was dying in 1790. He was cared for by his daughter, Sara Franklin Bache. One evening a knock came at the door. A messenger carried a letter from President George Washington.