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Long Time No Blahg…

Long Time No Blahg...

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything or ‘blahged”.  I guess life caught up with me and I was stuck in the endless chain of work, sleep, pay bills, work , sleep, pay bills.

I still take photos every chance I get and recently got a great deal on a short flight on an old Ford Tri-Motor.  It tours around giving people the experience of what aviation was like ‘back in the day’. I took my grand children, Chase and Hunter, with me to get them off the computer and get some fresh air.

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I found that they had a really great deal on rides and on a whim asked Chase and Hunter if they’d every been up in an airplane before. They had not. So I told them we’re going on a little ride.
We sat down for the safety briefing where we learned that a Ford Tri-motor was the first plane that Neil Armstrong flew on when he was a boy. His father bought him a ride on one which got young Neil hooked on aviation. That one ride on a Ford Tri-Motor planted the seed that eventually landed Neil Armstrong on the moon. The kids were fascinated by that.
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They were a little nervous but excited like you wouldn’t believe. It felt good to give them their first ride on an airplane. Maybe now they could understand why I loved planes so much.
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It was a good day and quite an experience for all of us. Here are a few more shots from our adventure.
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It was a beautiful day to fly and watch the looks on their young faces while we flew around Georgetown. It made me feel good.
So if you ever get chance to see the Ford Tri-Motor while it tours around the country I highly recommend taking a flight. A lot of history and insight in to what it was like to fly back in the late 20’s.

Peace, Love, and Aviation,
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In Loving Memory…

Robert L Barrett, © copyright 2012, Robert D Barrett

I just wanted to remember my father, Robert L. Barrett, who passed away this last week. He was 87 and a hero.
He said he wasn’t a hero – but he was indeed a hero both in World War II and becoming my Dad.
I won’t bore you with all of the details but he adopted me – gave me his last name. Helped make me who I am today. He gave me more than anyone could really ask or hope for – and that was his love and respect and I have to tell you that is not an easy thing to do – to love someone as your son, even when you mess up.
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There are some things that have been unsaid between us – but I think he knows. I loved him. I respect him. I only wish I had the opportunity to take his photograph in his uniform before his passing. I also wish I had had the opportunity to tell him how much he has meant to me. That even though I griped when he told me I had to stay home and help him fix the car I secretly didn’t mind — He taught me how to work on cars and fix things. Which is why he wasn’t terribly upset when I took my tape deck completely apart (though my mother was very angry) because he knew I probably could get it back together — which I did (for the most part).

My father's service to our country

He had contracted throat cancer from many years of smoking – he loved golf and football. He loved Judy Garland and Barbara Streisand. He loved us boys. We had a rough time, as some families do. I forgive him and hope he knows that. He had an awesome responsibility and there were times we didn’t make it easy.

Above all things that make him great to me is he was Fair. He listened to me when others wouldn’t. He taught me respect. He gave me the benefit of the doubt which caused some problems now and then but when he made a decision he stuck by it.

I just wanted to say I love you, Dad –

I pray that eternity will be good to you for all you’ve given me. I’ll miss you. I love you. You belong to God, now.

With all my Love,
Your Son,
Bobby

Colonel Robert Lee Barrett, USAF (Ret)

Addendum…

I just wanted to add a few more photographs to remember my dad by. His funeral was with full honors being wounded twice on D-Day and achieving so much in his military career.

Robert L Barrett, © copyright 2012, Robert D Barrett

He never shared his D-Day story until recently – I may add some of it here someday.

Robert L Barrett, © copyright 2012, Robert D Barrett

Robert L Barrett, © copyright 2012, Robert D Barrett

Dad, you have quite an extended family. We all love you and thank you for all you’ve done for us. Hope to see you in Heaven because we still owe each other a round of golf.

Peace, Love, and Blessings,

Bobby

Fear of Water…Not…

My grandson has absolutely no fear of water and will dive in if not watched. My other grandson was terrified of water at first and didn’t get use to it until 5 or so.

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Image Copyright © 2009, Barrett Photo Art.

I remember the ocean scaring me to death. Hunter here just walks right in – splashes – dumps water on his head and laughs. He’s amazed by it. Hand him a garden hose and he’s fine. They grow so fast and so much to enjoy. Hug your kids today – they grow up very fast and then they’ll be gone tomorrow (hopefully *wink*).

Peace, Love, and Swimming Hole,

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Peer Pressure…

I remember when I was young and how sometimes my mouth would override my abilities. I was taken down memory lane here recently when I watched as my grandson told a lovely little girl how he could make it across the monkey bars.

He had not taken in to account his physical limitations as he had already traversed the bars several times before. But THIS time would be the one to impress the ladies. The trip that counted. The one that mattered as it would win hearts.

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I was there to photograph the event and I knew what he was feeling (by the look on his face)  as his arms began to give out while his friend looked on.

He quietly asked for help getting down, however, he was not embarrassed at all.   He simply explained that he had done it so many times that he was tired but would be back to show the little girl he could do it once the cramps left his arms.

When you’re tired, keep going.  If you fail, try again.  But do it for yourself – she’ll still like you weather you make it across the monkey bars or not.

Thanks for visiting.

Peace, Love, and I Can Do That,

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