You have been there. I have been there. You arrive at the beach and walk out quickly through the hot sand blistering your feet. Arriving at the water’s edge, you stop, feeling the coolness inching its way up your toes. With every lapping of the rippling water comes doubt. You ask yourself, is it too cold?Looking out, you spot young and old alike, bobbing up and down. Laughing and yelling they seem impervious to what you feel is cold. You look to your left and see another carefully, slowly walking in. Another runs in and just that quickly plunges head first, disappearing and coming out into a full swim.Life itself is similar. Faced with a decision, we stop first and sometimes too many times we will stand there doubting. Sometimes we may inch slowly into the process of solving a problem or going forward and doing or being happy.In seeking happiness we are taught in Matthew Chapter 5 versus 3-12:5 Now when Jesus saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, 2 and he began to teach them.He said:3 “Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
4 Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
5 Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
6 Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
7 Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
8 Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
9 Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
10 Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.11 “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. 12 Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.Now when I speak to young and old alike I teach. The best thing to do is go forward and charge into the water. I will stop look into the water, look out and run and dive. Coming up I am refreshed. When doing God’s will go forward and charge into the word. Go forward and charge into doing his word. Be! Go! Do! Be and go boldly.
I write Military Stories for the Boyertown Bulletin. I write for "Our Lords Corner" of the Boyertown Bulletin.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Go Boldly "Our Lord's Corner" (February Edition)
Thursday, November 13, 2014
The Star (A Headliner Christmas Special of "Our Lord's Corner") (December Edition)
I’m behind deadline on
writing this article. This morning I walked out the garage and unto my
driveway. A breeze blew lightly skipping the yellow, orange, and red dried
leaves. I watched them dance as my feet crunched through them and I thought to
myself, how many times I had done this throughout my life. I wondered about
what I was going to write.
I took in the cool crisp, clean air deep into my being,
thanking God for another day. I looked one more time at the crimson waltz
around me, turned once again and walked inside.
Here I am, thinking about the past year and Christmas. How
quickly time has gone. How quickly it goes every year now at my age. It is not
hard to think back at my youth.
I remember times of heavy snow fall as we had last year. I
remember that when we lost electric it would be for days. One year a telephone
pole came down right across the street. We had a gravity fed oil heater and a
wood burner in the kitchen and we were warm. I remember my father talking the
telephone company into laying and later cutting up that creosote soaked
firewood for us. It burned very hot. Freezer items had gone out to the snow
where it was buried with a piece of plywood placed over top to keep the wild
from it.
There were other times I remember that we would journey to
the Christmas party the Allen Wood Steel Union would hold in union hall. We had
gone with our neighbors the Dunn’s. Then there was the stuffed dog which to
today I can still see in my mind. I hated that! I wanted a toy gun. After all I
was a little boy. I remember Christmas shopping for Baccala in Norristown at a
little but popular Italian market in Norristown, Shetone’s. I remember the few
times we went out to eat. It was at a little bar in trooper where we lived. We
had hamburgers. My dad had a beer with it, he did like his beer.
I laugh at myself. I remember later when I was a young man
and my brother and I was in the Army. I remember my father, that when my
brother couldn’t be home as I, that he kept the Christmas tree up until March
so that he would have a Christmas. As a father with boys of my own and one in
the Army I am reminded. I know my father’s feelings as I speak to my son Mark
whether we will see him or not for Christmas and would have no doubt that I too
would go through such lengths.
I thought of this past summer, money tight, business
struggling a little I had a red bag with approximately $50. of change of sorts
and papers for my business. As I was helping a child bring an electric wheel
chair to the car her family member was in, I became distracted and when I unloaded my
cart, must have forgotten that little red bag. It was gone. After kicking
myself that Friday I had a quiet chat with the Lord. “Let it help whoever has
it”, I prayed. I left it go.
I was also reminded of others who because of their own lack
of self discipline squandered 10’s of thousands of dollars. It hurt me to think
of that. Then as I balanced everything I was more thankful to have lost the $50.
than to have had the opportunity to blow through a lot more.
As I am looking at Thanksgiving and preparing myself for Christmas, I am thankful that Christmas is not about
the next gift. It is about those times that I remember and learn from. It is
about my next breath. It is about giving or giving up. It is about family and
looking at my two new grandson’s and realizing in my heart that I live on in
their tiny beings. It is about looking up and taking in all of the stars that
God has placed in front of me finding one bright one and remembering that on
that day Jesus was born to give to us. In so doing we have rebirth every day of
our lives, just by following The Star.
On behalf of my family.
We would like to wish all of you and in particular those who cannot be home for
any of the holiday which are in front of us a Happy Thanksgiving, a Happy Chanukah,
a Merry Christ centered Christmas and a Happy New Year. -Wil
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Sgt. Fryer Left Lasting Impression in Luxembourg (A military special by Megan C. Carpenter with Willard N. Carpenter) (December Edition)
When serving overseas and stationed in Luxembourg, the late Lester K.
Fryer of Englesville, befriended a 13-year-old local girl, named Odette
Oestreicher,during the summer of 1944. Fryer was shipped out of
Luxembourg, a country slightly smaller than the state of Rhode Island, just
before Christmas of that year. The two lost touch after that, but Odette
would never forget the impact Lester Fryer had on her life, and a new
connection would be formed decades later.
Before we tell the story though, we must tell how Lester Fryer came to
be in Europe during the war.
While listening to Charles Fryer talk about his father we learned that
he did in fact tried to seek out his military records. In doing so he
found that they were destroyed in a fire. This moved me and I knew
thatthere had to be a way of learning where his father was and what he
did.
There was one point when we were speaking about him that he got
excited and quickly went upstairs and came back with a box containing no less
than his father’s uniforms perfectly preserved.
What I pulled from it and what I found out after careful research is
that he was with the 8th Infantry division or nicknamed the “golden
arrow division” or “pathfinder division”.
Lester Fryer, Tech S Sgt. or Tech Staff Sergeant Lester Fryer worked
in finance. After receiving his training in the continental U.S., he was
assigned to the 8th Infantry division and on the 15th of December 1943
the division arrived in Belfast in Northern Ireland for additional
training prior to going into combat. It remained in Northern Ireland at
two other posts until 30th of June 1944 where the division was at sea.
On the fourth of July of 1944, after d-day it landed at Utah Beach. By
the 9th Of July it was in combat in the Manche Region of France until the
28th.
Beginning the 5th of August of 1944 Tech Staff Sergeant Fryer moved
very quickly with his division through 6 towns in 3 regions before arriving
in Wiltz in Luxembourg, where the division prepared for the move into
Germany and the Rhineland campaign.
From the 20th until the 28th of November, it was involved in some of
the fierce fighting of the war in the Hurtgen Forest.
During the German’s Ardennes offensive (Battle of the Bulge) the 8th
division found itself at the northern part of the bulge. Charles Fryer
remembers his father telling him he himself seen little action during
that time but remembers seeing the tracer rounds overhead at a
distance.
By the 3rd of May 1945 the eighth had gone thru 20 towns in 4 German
regions, its last being Mecklenburg. During this time Charles because
of his Pa. Dutch (German) back round was called upon as an interpreter.
This history now takes a turn and brings us to the story that brought
us to Charles Fryer and his father’s story.
Almost two years ago, Lester’s son, Charles, received a letter from a
Luxembourg man named Tom Wagner. The letter inquired as to whether
Charles was the son of a World War II soldier named Lester. Charles
was the grandson on Odette, who was now 81 years old. Charles sent a photo
of his father to Charles and Odette and the trio struck up continued
communication.
Odette had so many questions about what happened to the American
soldier who was so nice to her and her family once the war had ended.
So in June of 2013, 69 years after his father, Charles Fryer went to
Luxembourg. Charles met Odette, her children and Tom. There for
Odette’s 82nd birthday, Charles brought items for Odette including photos of
his father and the gavel from when he served as Speaker Pro Tempe of the
Pennsylvania House of Representatives.
Though Odette doesn’t speak English, and Charles doesn’t speak
Luxembourgish, the two communicated through her grandson who speaks
both languages. While there, Odette kept referring to Charles’ father as
her Lester. Charles hopes to go back to Luxembourg possibly as soon as
mid January.
Fryer of Englesville, befriended a 13-year-old local girl, named Odette
Oestreicher,during the summer of 1944. Fryer was shipped out of
Luxembourg, a country slightly smaller than the state of Rhode Island, just
before Christmas of that year. The two lost touch after that, but Odette
would never forget the impact Lester Fryer had on her life, and a new
connection would be formed decades later.
Before we tell the story though, we must tell how Lester Fryer came to
be in Europe during the war.
While listening to Charles Fryer talk about his father we learned that
he did in fact tried to seek out his military records. In doing so he
found that they were destroyed in a fire. This moved me and I knew
thatthere had to be a way of learning where his father was and what he
did.
There was one point when we were speaking about him that he got
excited and quickly went upstairs and came back with a box containing no less
than his father’s uniforms perfectly preserved.
What I pulled from it and what I found out after careful research is
that he was with the 8th Infantry division or nicknamed the “golden
arrow division” or “pathfinder division”.
Lester Fryer, Tech S Sgt. or Tech Staff Sergeant Lester Fryer worked
in finance. After receiving his training in the continental U.S., he was
assigned to the 8th Infantry division and on the 15th of December 1943
the division arrived in Belfast in Northern Ireland for additional
training prior to going into combat. It remained in Northern Ireland at
two other posts until 30th of June 1944 where the division was at sea.
On the fourth of July of 1944, after d-day it landed at Utah Beach. By
the 9th Of July it was in combat in the Manche Region of France until the
28th.
Beginning the 5th of August of 1944 Tech Staff Sergeant Fryer moved
very quickly with his division through 6 towns in 3 regions before arriving
in Wiltz in Luxembourg, where the division prepared for the move into
Germany and the Rhineland campaign.
From the 20th until the 28th of November, it was involved in some of
the fierce fighting of the war in the Hurtgen Forest.
During the German’s Ardennes offensive (Battle of the Bulge) the 8th
division found itself at the northern part of the bulge. Charles Fryer
remembers his father telling him he himself seen little action during
that time but remembers seeing the tracer rounds overhead at a
distance.
By the 3rd of May 1945 the eighth had gone thru 20 towns in 4 German
regions, its last being Mecklenburg. During this time Charles because
of his Pa. Dutch (German) back round was called upon as an interpreter.
This history now takes a turn and brings us to the story that brought
us to Charles Fryer and his father’s story.
Almost two years ago, Lester’s son, Charles, received a letter from a
Luxembourg man named Tom Wagner. The letter inquired as to whether
Charles was the son of a World War II soldier named Lester. Charles
was the grandson on Odette, who was now 81 years old. Charles sent a photo
of his father to Charles and Odette and the trio struck up continued
communication.
Odette had so many questions about what happened to the American
soldier who was so nice to her and her family once the war had ended.
So in June of 2013, 69 years after his father, Charles Fryer went to
Luxembourg. Charles met Odette, her children and Tom. There for
Odette’s 82nd birthday, Charles brought items for Odette including photos of
his father and the gavel from when he served as Speaker Pro Tempe of the
Pennsylvania House of Representatives.
Though Odette doesn’t speak English, and Charles doesn’t speak
Luxembourgish, the two communicated through her grandson who speaks
both languages. While there, Odette kept referring to Charles’ father as
her Lester. Charles hopes to go back to Luxembourg possibly as soon as
mid January.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
To The Beginnings "Our Lord's Corner" (October Edition)
I like this, it gets down
to the nuts and bolts of it all! Do we believe in God, why and why not? It’s
easy for me, the argument simple. If you’re right and I’m wrong...nothing
absolutely nothing! I die...I’m gone. If I’m right and your wrong...you burn
for eternity! Do you feel like gamling? Yep that’s my argument to anyone
looking to debate the reality of God.
But actually for me there is much more to it! It is
creation, nature, rocks, trees, rivers and much more. As a nurse, it is anatomy
and physiology. It is baby’s, it is looking into people’s eyes and seeing their
soul. It is the physical, psychological and spiritual of the human species. In
nursing this triad is called holism. The human species is not that without any
of the three and as a nurse all three had to be respected.
Then the proof of the above, of course there is any number
of unbelievers who would still argue. This is when I go to my story.
I have a friend who lives in Rural Retreat, Virginia. His
name is Dan, and every year he and other believers set up a stand at local
fairs about creation. The argument
to attract folks goes like this. They hold up a picture of a beautiful country
scene. They simply say that the picture, a painting was unearthed and not
created by any one person. It, the painting came about naturally over the
course of millions of years.
Everyone argues...no! This is so beautiful it had to be
created by someone! There it is! Even the unbelievers said the same thing. Yet
the actual scene by which the painting was taken had to happen by accident, and
the unbeliever would have me believe that. It’s remains and always will remain
for me when arguing, I keep it simple and go to the beginning.
Blue, The Color Of Charactor (September Edition)
It goes without saying
that everyone that I have interviewed has been men and woman of character. The
military by its own nature is a place that instills character in men and woman.
Seldom though do they speak of this. The men and woman of
the military are a quiet humble group for the most part. Respectful always, I
can get a good idea of a military individual by hearing someone sir me.
It was my last interview that showed again a unique story
in another local Boyertown graduate. Griffin Holauchock grew up right around
the corner from my family and me. He played with our as well with all the
children in our small neighborhood of twenty homes.
A 2006 graduate of Boyertown High School, Griffin grew not
only in stature but also in character as I soon realized while interviewing him
by phone from my desk. Following graduation he began studies at Penn State
receiving a degree in Biobehavioral Health (BBH).
Following graduation he took a year off and went to work
for the Lehigh Valley Health Network or Lehigh Valley Hospital from 2010-2011
as a nurse’s aide.
Salus University, 2011 began a new aspect to Griffin’s life
as he began his studies as a Physician Assistant under a U.S. Air force
contract.
Graduating in the fall of 2013 he began his officer’s basic
training with the U.S. Air force at Maxwell Air force base, Alabama, in January
of 2014.
At the present time Griffin is assigned to Andrews AFB
working in family health. Though he enjoys all aspects of his job, he most
enjoys working with active duty personnel.
At the end of the day he spends time working out for an
hour before returning home to his fiancée, Abby Mott. Abby received her doctor
of audiology from Salus University, where the two met. She works for a civilian
provider. The two live in Maryland and plan a local, spring wedding in 2015.
Speaking with Griffin I learned that he is on a 3 year
active duty contract and that he can see himself in the Air force as a career.
When I asked Griffin what he likes about his job he told me
“I find it gratifying helping patients”. Then I asked him why he joined the Air
force, he responded... “I like the integrity and honor of the military”. “I
like the core values of the military”. It was at this time that I realized that
character took on a new color, blue, Air force blue.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Backie Juice "Our Lord's Corner" (August Edition)
I remember as a child
suffering from numerous and quite painful earaches. Ear aches was my
tribulation during that time. Never knew such pain could exist. When it came in
the middle of the night it was a nightmare. The house would be in a flurry as I
woke my brothers and my sister and my parents. It was the late fifties and
early sixties and my father being a country boy had his home remedies.
One of those was taking hand rolling tobacco, placing it in
one of his red handkerchiefs, balling it up and soaking it in a coffee cup of
warm water. Then he would place my head sideways on the table and pour the
liquid in. Instant warmth and the earache began to subside.
The miracle was in turning my head down and letting the
liquid backie juice out. It got very warm just shy of hot and more times than
not I would near fall asleep right there on the kitchen table, as peace would
settle over me.
Today we all face different forms of tribulation whether it
is in our daily dealing with people or business. We find ourselves needing
stomach meds or Tylenol we all will find ourselves in need of relief from the
everyday angst of life. Mine comes from the following verse.
John 16:33
King James Version (KJV)
33 These
things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye
shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.
With a smile I think of this verse much like my daddy’s
home remedy. Warmth washes over me as I think of the peace I receive and am
reminded of backie juice.
Semper Fidelis (August Edition)
Yes always faithful
describes staff sergeant Kyle Sheidy of the United States Marines. I sat down
with Kyle and his wife Ashley in a small Zerns restaurant. Always faithful to
family, always faithful to community and always faithful to country is how I
see Kyle as he begins the story as to why he joined the Marines.
Kyle explained to me that at an early age he did not want
to be a burden on his parents. He got a job while in school and took care of
his own lunch money and when he began to think about his future he didn’t just
want to get by. He wanted to be successful. He ruled out college again because
he didn’t want to burden his mother and father with the expense and thus the
Marines because he pictured it the hardest thing he could do.
He joined the marines in the year of 2003 with a delayed
entry. In the summer of 2004 he went active duty on an engineer’s job guaranty.
Deployment came early in 2005 when he found himself in Iraq. As with so many
who deploy, he found himself leaving a wife pregnant with their first child
behind.
While in Iraq he with his engineer battalion built forward
operating bases and quarters for troops. He described his most memorable build
and his greatest sense of accomplishment came from a U.S. Army tank battalion
that was 6 months without quarters and a shower.
When the build was accomplished he described the company
commander as crying when he finally stepped into air-conditioning for the first
time. The emotion wasn’t limited to the company commander.
He completed a second tour in Iraq in 2007. After 4 years a marine he found himself not
able to promote beyond corporal and took on a new job within the corp in logistics
where he presently works.
After 10 years in the marines he was prepared to separate
and go to work in a civilian capacity with DOD. This was until he was offered
an assignment which will now take his family and himself to Okinawa, Japan for
3 years. He now sees himself on a career tract verbalizing that he will have 14
years in the Marines at completion of this contract.
His wife Ashley and he met while both working at a local
eatery in Boyertown and while both were in high school. They have two children,
the oldest a son, Andrew is 8 and their daughter Taylor is 5. They have been
married 8 years.
On a personal note I remember Kyle as a young boy within
my BSA venturing program. And now as I sit across from him I look up to a man
and admire him as I think to myself..Semper Fidelis!
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