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When I was growing up nearly every house on our block and in our small neighborhood of La Crescenta, California hosted an American Flag on Memorial Day. Sunday night my father would get out Old Glory from the closet and set it beside the door, in the hallway, ready to be posted the next morning. [...]
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Joy cometh in the morning, the scriptures tell us. And this morning we are here to celebrate the life of my father, Lowell Todd Sanford.
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August, 8, 2008, Lowell Todd Sanford was laid to rest at Riverside National Cemetery, honored for his service to our country. The Riverside staff went out of their way to find a real bugler, not just a recording, and while there was a bauble or two, Taps was beautifully, respectfully, sad.
The presentation of the flag to [...]
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I love my dad. He’s an amazingly gentle, smart, kind and quiet 87 year old. He lived through the depression, left Minnesota as a kid and came to Oregon where he picked strawberries with his dad and later worked in the CCC’s fighting fires. After Pearl Harbor he volunteered for the Army and served under [...]
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It cost a quarter to golf in Rome. That was for the ball. The sheep and cows kept the fairways ’groomed’, and the putting greens were not quite up to snuf. But if you were a 19 year old Staff Sargent from Oregon, it was a pretty good way to spend a little time away from the [...]
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