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The first and last time I was in New York City was on a Labor Day weekend several years ago.  My sister had purchased my ticket and met me there.  It was the perfect time to visit, since the usual crowds were on vacation elsewhere.  The skyline still included the Twin Towers.  The sights were just what I expected and the Broadway shows outstanding.  Today those towers are gone – destroyed by terrorists – erased like the many lives that were eliminated in the attack.  I’m glad I was able to see that skyline before 9/11, because the memory is engrained in my mind as complete.

The trip was filled with so many laughs, as usually is the case when my sister and I get together.  We made friends instantly with our tour guide/bus driver.  It wasn’t hard to do, because we were the only ones on the bus, other than a small group of travelers from Sweden, who sat in the very back.  As my sister and I started singing, “Start Spreading the News,” we were greeted with looks of bewilderment and astonishment by the group in the back.  I’m quite certain I would never have broken into song on a bus in Minnesota, but I was with my sister – my partner in crime – my forever friend.

I took a million pictures on that trip, but left my camera, film and camera case in the cab.  I remember taking pictures of cow statues dressed in various costumes or painted in outlandish colors.  I filmed the marquee of all the theaters on Broadway.  I snapped pictures of the skyline, the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island and all the usual places, but by leaving them behind, I had lost a bit of that trip.  Treasures that cannot be replaced, but still the memories remain.

When I hear the song, “New York, New York.”  I think back to that crystal clear morning when flying missiles destroyed buildings and lives in an act of blatant hostility.  Soon the memory of that day will be honored once more.  We will hear the names of the victims read as a bell rings after each one. A new monument stands in the place of those buildings to remind us of what happened that day.  I pray that our society will not someday tear it down, because it offends someone.

We need to be reminded of our history, no matter how ugly, how disgusting, how pointless. The Indian Wars, the slaughter of the Civil War, the battles of WWI & II, Korea, the monuments to the war in Viet Nam, is just a small smattering of the cost that freedom represents.  We need to remember these things so that we can move forward with new vigor to preserve those freedoms.

Erasing our history is like erasing us.  It’s like those Twin Towers being obliterated from our view as if they never existed.  Our country is ripe for an awakening – a renewal and revival of the Word of God.  Those of us who have the treasure of the Gospel, must get out there and start spreading that wonderful news again.

Start spreading the news
I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York
New York, New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I’m a number one, top of the list
These little town blues are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you, New York, New York, New York




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. Wally Fry says:

    How sad about the pictures

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  2. oneta hayes says:

    I do understand about the sister thing; however, I would probably be the one who started the singing. It is so sad that people want to erase spots of our history. You are right; they point to thing we regret as well as things we are proud of. No life is perfect and no group is perfect. We live, make things right when we can and go on. Tearing down statues and monuments does not right a wrong. Once the are gone the pain is still there only to look for something else to take the pain away. So glad to know Jesus, the one who takes the pain away or makes is become peace to live with.

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    • says:

      Thanks for your words. I’m so sad with all this political correctness. We should be learning from our past not wiping it away. We can always count on the consistency of God.

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