What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Wreaths Across America

This afternoon, The Bean and I went to our National Cemetary to see something awe inspiring.


Wreaths Across America came and laid a wreath on every single grave.

As far as you could see, white headstones and fresh evergreen wreaths.

A beautiful tribute.

So solemn. So serene.
Amazing.



Here's a video of the work it took to prepare the cemetary and lay out the wreaths. I would have loved to have helped volunteer do this, but I didn't hear about it until after the fact. If they do it again next year, The Bean and I will be there.
Posted by at

3 comments:

  1. Joanne Kennedy12:30 AM

    Wow! How lovely! I'm so happy to see that.

    Hugs,
    Joanne

    ReplyDelete
  2. Vintage Whimsy7:21 AM

    Wow. That's very touching and left me with a lump in my throat. Thanks for sharing.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Linda @ A La Carte9:13 AM

    Thank you for these photos! I am so proud of our country for this tribute to our fallen hero's.

    ReplyDelete

I love my comments. I'd love to respond to everyone, but if you don't have an email address tied to your ID, please sign your name so I will know who you are! It makes it nice to know who is saying what. Now, leave a comment! Please? ;o)

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

I Can See You!



Look at my Visitors!

Fellow Junk Followers