tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516326066185312823.post5954113135251756119..comments2023-06-28T08:58:32.444-06:00Comments on Plastic Manzikert: 9/11 to 10/30. ~ I miss you, Roy ~Kelsey Athertonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530487540461606153noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516326066185312823.post-72351230996438989352009-11-17T17:39:36.327-07:002009-11-17T17:39:36.327-07:00This is a poignant remembrance of your grandfather...This is a poignant remembrance of your grandfather. When I attended the National Geographic Leadership Institute, he wowed me and others. He was the star of the institute and many teachers sought an opportunity to spend some time with him. Betty was very tolerant of that! He was truly a Renaissance man. You were very fortunate to have had him as a part of your life as I was to have known him for that brief period of time.<br />Colleen Wallgreatcwallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11902292003605398609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516326066185312823.post-39337523056864341012007-09-12T21:54:00.000-06:002007-09-12T21:54:00.000-06:00I meant to include this - his favorite hymn (I thi...I meant to include this - his favorite hymn (I think; it was played to powerful effect at his funeral) was this adaptation of Finlandia<BR/><BR/> This is my song, Oh God of all the nations,<BR/> A song of peace for lands afar and mine.<BR/> This is my home, the country where my heart is;<BR/> Here are my hopes, my dreams, my sacred shrine.<BR/> But other hearts in other lands are beating,<BR/> With hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.<BR/><BR/> My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,<BR/> And sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine.<BR/> But other lands have sunlight too and clover,<BR/> And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.<BR/> Oh hear my song, oh God of all the nations,<BR/> A song of peace for their land and for mine. <BR/><BR/>Which I meant to put up in the original post. It's my favorite hymn, certainly.<BR/><BR/>ThanksKelsey Athertonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07530487540461606153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3516326066185312823.post-14412430548039653762007-09-12T16:14:00.000-06:002007-09-12T16:14:00.000-06:00Noble are the keepers of peace, especially those o...Noble are the keepers of peace, especially those of your grandfather's globe-reaching ilk. We could use good men like him soothing the hot tempers of leaders today. He is missed.<BR/><BR/>I spent lunchtime on Sept. 11, 2007 with an old buddy at Istanbul restaurant. We ate a traditional Middle Eastern meal. We heard conversations in English, Arabic, and Turkish. A military man and his family ate there that day. A city worker, and a PNM worker (could tell by the company cars) ate there too. Two young men who I would have just assumed were Hispanic, possibly distant cousins of mine, spoke Arabic with fluency.<BR/><BR/>When I told a buddy of mine of Jewish stock what I had to eat, his eyes became nostalgic and he sighed. He said Isrealites and Arabic peoples alike eat the same wonderful food I consumed but won't attempt to spell. Until I learn the culture and food we are lucky to have here in this melting pot of the world.<BR/><BR/>J. Lopez<BR/>Disabled Dude<BR/><BR/><BR/>PS<BR/>I hope that we continue to see this country as a haven for the oppressed, a place for religions of all types to flourish and co-exist in harmony.Joseph Lopezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02507143050779744224noreply@blogger.com