Two Brothers; Two Heroes
Benjamin and Jeremy Wise were brothers in El Dorado, Arkansas. Ben was in the army and Jeremy had been a Navy Seal until the end of his enlistment when he joined a defense contractor. They had both served Afghanistan and lost their lives for their country.
About her brother Ben, his sister said that he would “explode into a room” and soon have everybody happy and laughing. A staff sergeant that served with Ben recalled that Ben had appointed himself sergeant in charge of “morale.” He cheered everybody up.
Now, a third brother, Matthew, would be joining the Marines.
This is the Greatest Generation renewing itself, and they come from small towns and loving families everywhere.
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Last week, one of my readers, Fred, said that he remembers a newspaper from long ago that was named “Grit” and wondered whether it was still around. Yes, Fred, “Grit” is still around. It is, however, no longer a weekly paper and there is a paper and an online version that you can subscribe to for a pittance. I don’t know whether nine or ten year old entrepreneurs can make money selling the paper version of Grit, but I certainly did as a boy back in the ’40s. Grit cost 10 cents then and the delivery boy got to keep 4 cents of that. I had a regular route of about 20 customers, so I came away with a whopping 80 cents a week. That would get me into the movies with some left over for candy and popcorn, even after my father insisted that I put a tithe of my weekly income into the Sunday collection plate. I always believed that he had a vested interest in my tithing (even though I did not, at that time, know what the word “vested” meant). You see, my dad was our preacher and my momma played the piano and I dusted the church pews every Saturday to earn another ten cents a week.
Anyhow, in an article in a recent “Grit” newspaper in the “Community” section, Shana Thornhill told about the time when, even though new to the rural area where they lived, a neighbor family informed them that there were rules for living in that neighborhood. They would be expected to call on them to help baby sit their small children and to help with the lawn mowing and animal tending when Shana and her family had to be away from their home.
She then told a story of a time when their horse got loose and they had to be at their daughter’s school for an evening program. The Good Samaritan neighbor saw her plight and helped her herd the horse back to his stall.
My Grandmother Livermore, even though she wasn’t Amish, was raised in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania that is home to many Amish people. She used to tell me stories of how the Amish people helped one another and even the “English” that lived among them. I had a friend many years ago from Arkansas, and he swore that sidewalks and air conditioning ruined Arkansas. People used to cut through one another’s side yards and wave through windows to their neighbors as they passed through on their property. And before air conditioning, neighbors and families used to sit on front porches and under great elm trees and tell stories as the day time heat turned to evening coolness.
You can find all sorts of good news as well as delicious recipes in “Grit.”
I don’t know about you, but for my whole life, I have been incensed that King Tut, a mere 19 year old child king, had been murdered, very likely by his sister who had designs on the throne of Egypt. But now we know the truth. King Tut died from injuries he received when he was racing his chariot. I assume it was in the Cairo 500 Race, an annual event in Egypt. You just can’t tell these kids how dangerous it is when you have a 4 barrel chariot with a top speed of 20 to 30 miles an hour, especially if they take corners too fast.
“Chris Naunton, director of the Egypt Exploration Society, told The Independent newspaper that researchers performed a ‘virtual autopsy’ on King Tut’s remains and found he had injuries down one side of his body that were consistent with chariot racing-related injuries.” The findings will be presented on the BBC.
I saw the King Tut exhibit in New Orleans in 1977 when it toured the United States. I guess I’m relieved that his sister didn’t assassinate him, but this chariot racing theory has me stumped. Nowhere in the exhibit did I see a single Budweiser or Goodyear Tire decal on any of the exhibit items. I just don’t know what to believe.
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