Friends are still sending greetings to my father, so I’m all-too-pleased to continue making new drawings and watercolors for greeting cards to honor him August 4. I just finished this pencil drawing today from a black-and-white photograph of him in the combat zone. He will be making the Freedom Honor Flight to Washington D.C. to see the memorial. He doesn’t know that when he returns, I’ll be at the airport, along with Mom, brother, sister, nieces and nephews with banners, balloons, and a mailbag of cards for him. I’m doing this because I learned that with communications being so inadequate in his war days, and his parents living on a remote farm without a phone or automobile, that no one knew when his train was arriving. Therefore, he arrived in Cape Girardeau, Missouri tired, and got off the train with no one to meet him, and had to find transporation back to the farm. He was a Bronze Star medal recipent, had been reported in his local newspaper as a war hero, and yet no one was there to greet him. It still brings tears to my eyes to think of that. He deserved better. This time we’re going to do him right. I’m grateful to everyone who has sent him a greeting (he was Sgt. Jerry Tripp) and I have been printing each greeting separately inside a custom greeting card (so far three editions–a Bronze Star, a portrait of him wearing his helmet, and now this one.
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