Have you ever needed crutches? I hadn't, until a week ago. I'm pretty sure I strained a muscle while running a half-marathon. (That sounds kind of cool, doesn't it? I'm not actually that cool; the last time I strained a muscle it was from carrying too many shopping bags at once.) In any case, I found myself in need of some crutches. I sent my husband to the store to get some. Photo: A pair of crutches leans against a wall Not that crutches are all that complex, but because I hadn't used any before, I wondered if I could figure out how to adjust them to fit me properly. I shouldn't have worried. John came home from Walmart with their generic store brand of crutches, complete with instructions. First, I needed to take out a long bolt that went through the hand grip. Then I needed to find my height range, push down two metal pieces, and slide the crutches until the little metal pieces came up in the hole near my height range. (Having two people for this...
Priceless treasures - every one of them!
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos. Putting faces to the men who actually fought in the wars makes learning history so much more emotional and overwhelming for me. The things they saw and did...it really was a sacrifice.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photos... they make me feel so grateful for all of those precious men and women who serve. I love this tribute so very much Kristi!!
ReplyDeleteLove those old pictures. Without brave men and women like your family our country - the Netherlands - would not have been the same and I might have been talking German now...
ReplyDeleteEven though it's been a long time ago, it's still very much alive here and we're forever gratefull.
I am thankful that my Dad, my grandpa and my uncles all made it back safely. Not everyone did. Love your pictures.
ReplyDeleteYour grandfather was a baby in WWII, wasn't he? My uncle was 19 when he trained to fly airplanes in WWII. And the one of your great grandpa in his WWI uniform is amazing!
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