This last weekend was Memorial Day weekend. What did you do to remember your loved ones on this national holiday? I spent two days decorating the graves of family members with fresh plants and flowers, an annual event that my family always did on this weekend.
There were the graves of grandparents, great-grandparents, and a couple great-great-grandmothers, as well as uncles, aunts, and more recently my sister, brother, parents, in-laws, and my husband. They are buried in the Bayview, Greenacres and Blaine cemeteries, which were tidied up, mowed and decorated with flowers and flags.
To me the most impressive display was at the Blaine cemetery on Sunday night, with an American flag and a red candle glowing at the grave of every service member who is buried there.
Many thanks to the American Legion
Post #247 who put these on the many graves. Driving through the cemetery in the dark showed just how many of our citizens served in the military over the years. It was a beautiful remembrance of the sacrifices these men and women made for all of us.
In this season of state sports championships and playoffs, we should all take time to congratulate a Blaine high school team that brought honor to themselves, their school and our community on a completely different field of play.
By achieving a team grade point average of 3.7, the girls’ varsity softball team earned first place among Division II softball teams for the highest GPA in Washington state.
Such outstanding accomplishments in the classroom should receive the same recognition as successes on the field. It takes just as much planning, drive and tenacity to “win” academically as it does athletically, and these girls deserve accolades for their hard work and achievement.
They are all winners, and every bit champions!
For Memorial Day, Guy Hughes and I had planned on driving to Sunnyland Memorial Park in Bellingham for our observance. However, Guy needed exercise, so plans changed to make our way on foot to Blaine’s memorial for our moment of reflection.
There we were, two ancient airmen – one Air Corps, one Air Force – and while two, yet one in common experience, aircrew, serving in different now-forgotten wars, yet bonded as only military aviation allows. So, while seated and resting from our walk, contemplating the names of those gone on before us listed on the wall and granite, Guy read aloud in solemn tribute the Airman’s Hymn, “Height Flight,” by John G. Magee, RCAF, WWII.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the
Of sum-split clouds, and done a hundred
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and
soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft though footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent lifting mind I have trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of
Saturday, May 21 was a fantastic day that showed such love and generosity from our community to our girl, Heather Earl (daughter of Teri and Danny White and Gordie and Debbie Earl).
Nicki’s Diner went above and beyond to put on their fish and chips day, donating all the proceeds to the fight cancer fund for Heather. Gillian and Nicki, the owners, showed such concern for Heather since the day we found out about the tumors.
Their moral support and huge generosity and hard work putting the function together is greatly appreciated.
We have known them since the day they came to town, and we feel like family. Seth cooked up more than four cases of fish that day, and Liz served every table of customers plus all the take-out orders that came to the diner that day.
We are amazed at all the hard work they committed to with such love in their hearts for our girl. Heather’s family wishes to thank the community for the love and generosity you have shown.
We have a lovely guestbook with your thoughts and prayers ready to mail to Heather in Purcellville, Virginia, where she is undergoing aggressive cancer treatments.
Gordie and Debbie Earl
As manager of Blaine’s Performing Arts Center I have witnessed “Magical Moments” on stage. Some of these moments were created by our own talented students at Blaine schools. Japanese bands have turned the PAC into Disneyland. Years back we had the African Children’s Choir that moved us to tears.
You can never predict when the magic is going to happen, but when it happens, the audience is awestruck. Every year during the Blaine Jazz Festival and camp, it happens. One year it happened when Greg Hopkins was playing his flugelhorn on a beautiful melodic jazz piece. Three years ago it was when we had the group Mad Fusion from New York – four times that night the audience leapt to their feet after a piece was played, awestruck.
What night will it be this year? The Sunday night opener with the Gypsy swing group Pearl Django and saxophonist Nick Biello? The Jazz fusion night? Our annual concert called “A Few of Our Favorite Things,” or the Student Showcase? You can’t predict when that “magic moment” will come, but it will happen at one of these concerts, maybe at every single one. Admission by donation, concerts at 7:30 p.m., starting July 10.
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