Monday

Great love lives on...


Memorial Day Flowers

In the spring of 1968 that 23 year old Nicholas Cutinha was mortally wounded protecting his fellow soldiers in battle, I was preparing to graduate from high school. As I was anticipating my future with the hope and excitement all graduates experience, the parents of Nicholas Cutinha were grieving the tragic all-too-soon loss of their brave young son - a proud and honorable soldier in the United States Army, serving his country in the Vietnam War. I never met Nicholas Cutinha. In fact, it was just last year that we read his story in a local newspaper and learned that he was one of 4 or 5 Medal of Honor recipients with gravesites in SW Florida. That Memorial Day we gathered a few flowers from our yard and visited Cutinha's grave not more than 10 minutes from Pollywog Creek.


On our way home from church yesterday, we stopped by the cemetery and placed flowers at the foot of Cutinha's grave - remembering the life he and so many others willingly sacrificed for their fellow soldiers, for our county, for our freedom and the freedom of so many around the world, that I could live to be 60 years old and enjoy the abundant life they preserved for us all.

Nicholas Cutinha's Grave - Ft. Denaud Cemetery
Nicholas Cutinha

Rank and organization: Specialist Fourth Class, U.S. Army, Company C, 4th Battalion, 9th Infantry Regiment, 25th Infantry Division. Place and date: Near Gia Dinh, Republic of Vietnam, 2 March 1968. Entered service at: Coral Gables, Fla. Born: 13 January 1945, Fernandina Beach, Fla. Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity in action at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. While serving as a machine gunner with Company C, Sp4c. Cutinha accompanied his unit on a combat mission near Gia Dinh. Suddenly his company came under small arms, automatic weapons, mortar and rocket propelled grenade fire, from a battalion size enemy unit. During the initial hostile attack, communication with the battalion was lost and the company commander and numerous members of the company became casualties. When Sp4c. Cutinha observed that his company was pinned down and disorganized, he moved to the front with complete disregard for his safety, firing his machine gun at the charging enemy. As he moved forward he drew fire on his own position and was seriously wounded in the leg. As the hostile fire intensified and half of the company was killed or wounded, Sp4c. Cutinha assumed command of all the survivors in his area and initiated a withdrawal while providing covering fire for the evacuation of the wounded. He killed several enemy soldiers but sustained another leg wound when his machine gun was destroyed by incoming rounds. Undaunted, he crawled through a hail of enemy fire to an operable machine gun in order to continue the defense of his injured comrades who were being administered medical treatment. Sp4c. Cutinha maintained this position, refused assistance, and provided defensive fire for his comrades until he fell mortally wounded. He was solely responsible for killing 15 enemy soldiers while saving the lives of at least 9 members of his own unit. Sp4c. Cutinha's gallantry and extraordinary heroism were in keeping with the highest traditions of the military service and reflect great credit upon himself, his unit, and the U.S. Army.

 
Nickie
"Great Love Lives On" Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.

A History of Memorial Day
Three years after the Civil War ended, on May 5, 1868, the head of an organization of Union veterans — the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR) — established Decoration Day as a time for the nation to decorate the graves of the war dead with flowers. Maj. Gen. John A. Logan declared that Decoration Day should be observed on May 30. It is believed that date was chosen because flowers would be in bloom all over the country
The first large observance was held that year at Arlington National Cemetery, across the Potomac River from Washington, D.C. 
The ceremonies centered around the mourning-draped veranda of the Arlington mansion, once the home of Gen. Robert E. Lee. Various Washington officials, including Gen. and Mrs. Ulysses S. Grant, presided over the ceremonies. After speeches, children from the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Orphan Home and members of the GAR made their way through the cemetery, strewing flowers on both Union and Confederate graves, reciting prayers and singing hymns. (From the US Dept. of Veterans Affairs)
Related: May::Day 25::Memorial Day Red, White and Blue

Friday

See ya later alligator....

...after 'while crocodile!
The trappers (licensed and FWC assigned) came mid-afternoon Wednesday and tried to lure him with a hunk of raw meat, but the gator seemed to know what they were up to and decided he'd rather hide in the muck at the bottom of the pond for a while.
Rather than wait for him to surface, the trappers hung the hooked bait from a cypress limb over the pond, secured the line around the tree trunk, and said they'd return at dusk, unless the gator took the bait before then.
Which he did.
Shortly after the trappers left, the gator came up to the surface, noticed the bait and stared at it (sometimes just inches away) for about an hour before giving into temptation and biting the hook.
When one of the trappers returned, he slowly pulled the gator in to the edge of the pond. After several unsuccessful attempts (at least ten), he closed the gator's mouth from under the lower jaw with one hand while holding the line with the other, and then taped the gator's mouth shut. (See video at the end of the post)
Alligators have powerful muscles for biting, but the muscle they use to open their jaw is much weaker. An adult man can hold an alligator's mouth closed with their bare hands.
Though the population of alligators in Florida is not endangered or threatened, it is illegal to trap or kill a nuisance alligator without a permit because the crocodile population is threatened, and the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) is afraid that the general public might harm or kill a crocodile instead of an alligator.
No comment.
Returning to my regularly scheduled programing soon.

Tuesday

Heeeeeeere come the gators...

A few days before my birthday last week we drove to Gainesville to eat peanuts and slather on sunscreen and watch the 4th ranked Gators beat Georgia in baseball.
The weather Friday night was perfect - mild and breezy - even a little chilly at times...
...but Saturday afternoon in Florida's bright sunlight and 90-degree heat was brutal.
Before the game on Saturday, we stopped by the campus bookstore to purchase more must-have Gator paraphernalia. Did you know that you can buy packages of "official" eyeblack already printed with "Phil 4:13"? And yes - I bought a pack.
We also stopped by Ben Hill Griffin Stadium, also known as Florida Field and thanks to former coach Steve Spurrier - The Swamp.
It was Coach Spurrier who said ".....a swamp is where Gators live.....a swamp is hot and sticky and can be dangerous. Only Gators get out alive."
Our seats for the baseball game were near the top behind home plate on the 1st base side of the field.
Perfect for capturing that walk-off Gator home run in the bottom of the 9th inning Saturday afternoon.
A couple of days before we left for Gainesville, we discovered this gator swimming in our pond.
We hoped he would move on while we were gone, but two weeks later, it's apparent that he likes Pollywog Creek as much as we do.
He's not a big gator. He's young, maybe 4 or 5 years old and about 5 feet in length, it's hard to tell. But a gator is a gator, and like all other gators, this guy has big teeth, a healthy appetite and a less-than-pleasant disposition.
I shot this short video yesterday as he moved from the bank of the pond back into the water...
We have had gators in the pond before, but never one as brazen as this one. He fails to retreat when approached and will actually follow me in the water as I walk around the pond. This gator definitely qualifies as a nuisance gator so we've called for a trapper to remove him.
Stay tuned in. I'm hoping that tomorrow I'll be able to post: Heeeeeeere goes the gator...

And the winner is....

A big thanks to everyone who participated in the Radical giveaway by commenting here, on facebook or in an email. I appreciated hearing from each of you, and wish that I had a book for every one.
This afternoon I wrote your names on slips of paper, tossed the papers in a gift bag, and let Gavin pick the winner.
And the winner is Ann.
Ann, if you will please email ( pollywogcreekporch (at) gmail (dot) com ) me with your full name and address, I will get the book in the mail to you right away.

Monday

Sixty::Sixty

green 

 The  righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. ~ Psalm 92:12-15

Surprised? Did you think there would be painted buntings? My birthday is tomorrow. My posts will change directions and I'll announce the book giveaway winner.

Sunday

Sixty::Fifty-Nine

 

  Caesar's Weed September 2008

A non-native Florida weed, an invasive one at that, with lovely pink flowers. More Caesar's Weed Photos from 2007 in my archived nature photoblog.

Saturday

Sixty::Fifty-Eight

 

Morning Light September 2008 

 "Morning Has Broken"
a hymn by Eleanor Farjeon (3rd Stanza)

Mine is the sunlight! 
Mine is the morning. 
Born of the one light 
Eden saw play! 
Praise with elation, 
Praise ev'ry morning, 
God's recreation 
Of the newday!

Friday

Sixty::Fifty-Seven

 
Fox Squirrel

It wouldn't be Pollywog Creek without photos of our fox squirrels.

Thursday

Sixty::Fifty-six


Beach photos are always some of my favorites. These were taken on Clearwater Beach in September 2008 between lunch at the Columbia Restaurant and a NYY vs Tampa Rays baseball game in the evening. The remaining "sixty" posts are collages, most are diptychs. Because I will be out of town for a couple of days, the posts through Saturday have been scheduled.

Now where was I...

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...washing and storing all but one feeder 'til the buntings and goldfinches return in the fall
...delighting in the gift of cooler mornings, and the birds and weeds wildflowers before Louis mowed them under (the flowers, not the birds) ...reading wonderful books ...playing cars and animals and watching "something I like" with Gavin ...savoring delicious homemade delicacies (thank you, Betsy) and long conversations with friends ...journaling through Galatians ...watching (in rapt amazement) the miracle of a tiny heartbeat on the earliest of ultrasounds - an answer to prayer for Nick and Kristin (January 1 - I knew you would wonder) ...washing feet, running errands and helping my friend pack
...contemplating the days to come ...NOT finishing my story. I will. I promise.
There now. I'm all caught up.

Wednesday

Sixty::Fifty-Five

 
  Fall Webworm Caterpillar

Honestly. I shouldn't like this photo. Every few years, fall webworms and tent caterpillars ruin any chance I might have of enjoying fall foliage by defoliating the sweetgum trees before the trees can do so naturally. 

This past year, they were particularly annoying, often falling out of the trees (including the cypress trees around the pond) like snow. They crawled through cracks on the porch and "wormed" their way into everything. 

But I do like the photo - the contrasting lines and colors, and I even like the caterpillar's spikey white hairs. Just wish they'd stay out of my sweetgum trees.