Thanks to the Teachers

Miniature pilgrims and Native Americans lined up behind their chairs in the school cafeteria. First graders dressed in black with big white colors or brown fringed vests with feathers on their head prepared to share their Thanksgiving dinner. When I worked at an elementary school, I enjoyed seeing the children dressed in holiday costumes. The teachers worked for weeks to prepare a simple meal and teach the students about the beginnings of America. The kids learned to share and be thankful for their food. They were taught about the freedom of being an American and the founders of our country. And they had fun dressing up. 

This year I'm thankful for teachers. Especially those who teach our grandchildren. 

Thank You

Dad served his country during WW2, I love this photo of him when he took his turn in the mess hall. That's my mom. She road a bus across the country from Ohio to the Pacific coast to spend a week with him before he shipped out, again. When she returned home, she cared for their children, my siblings. I can only imagine how hard it was and is for moms and dads, and extended family to wait at home for their loved one to return, knowing they may not.

I want to thank all who serve and served and the families who wait at home. I can't fathom the sacrifice for the freedom we enjoy.

My dad, Homer Frost, my husband, Tim McGinnis, my brothers, Ron and Darryl Frost all served. Thank you.