In Canada we call it "Remembrance Day". The ones that we remember on this occasion are mainly the ones who lost their lives on the field of battle, and their service was completed at that time. We require that women and men be in top condition to join the military services. During their military service, many are grievously injured, in body, mind and/or emotion or spirit. For many, those injuries reduce their capacity to carry on and enjoy their lives well for years, even throughout the rest of their lives. When those who have served come home so broken, even to be unable to provide for themselves, and their families, their nation owes them to take care of them. We have not fulfilled those obligations well, as many of our veterans have not been able to provide for themselves and are among the homeless, wandering our streets. A substantial number, losing hope, take their own lives. We need to publicize this issue and build support among our citizenry for helping them, then our Department of Veterans' Affairs and our governments to care for these people who provided such loyal service at such great personal cost. ole joyful

"2 1/2 holer", huh? Are you sure that's the hole truth? Just what is a half of a hole - does one cut only half way through the board? Perhaps we should sit down to contemplate this. Yes, I've used 'em - away from home, though my first experience of a bathrooom with running water was when at 18 I went to the University of Saskatchewan - in 1947. Not that I (and the whole fam damily) had saved up through those years! In summer we'd go from kitchen/dining room through summer kitchen, into a narrow porch/lean-to with a door at the far end leading to 2-holer, over 2 large buckets that Dad or hired man hauled occasionally to add the the pile of manure by the 5 - 6 horse barn. Would one call that "half way to an 'outhouse' "? In winter there was a metal can with a holey seat and lid in one of the six bedrooms upstairs, with a vent to one of the five chimnies, most of which unused after furnace installed a number of years earlier, 4 of which chimnies Dad had removed a few years later, before bricks fell off to break some slates on the roof. Cistern in basement with pump on sink in pantry offered soft water for washing and well in back yard offered water in a bucket via a hand-operated pump for drinking and cooking. The well needed cleaning, but Dad feared to go down to clean lest rocks and bricks in the wall fall on his head. In the midst of the Dirty Thirties, Depression, Dad had a well drilled by the house and a cold water tap installed on the other end of the sink. Also water lines to three barns to serve the horses, cows (and bull), pigs and chickens. Sorry, I lied. Soon after the end of World War II we moved from our farm in Ontario to a rented one in Saskatchewan and we used an outhouse there. In summer - but it gets down to 40 below (same in both Fahrenheit and Centigrade) in winter - so there was an alternative in the basement (only two bedrooms in second storey). At 17 when we moved, I spent only a couple years on that farm. After only a few years, Dad bought one. ole joyful

Dedtired, Love it. All that's missing is the sign that says "Midvale School for the Gifted". Remember that cartoon?

I may not have known the difference, but I do know how to spell "Memorial". Why do people who make memes not spellcheck?