O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass, 1865)
Still, the reason we honor him today is largely due to the troubled times through which he led us,
the results of his leadership,
and the ugly price he paid for his devotion to country.
Lincoln Logs, used first by
my son and daughter,
and then a generation later by
my grandson and granddaughters,
remind us of his humble beginnings.
remind us of how far he came.
Blue dinner plates: Checquers Collections Stoneware, Kohl's, I think.
Red rimmed salad plate: marked Picnic Ware, melamine, from an old picnic basket
Clear bread and butter plates: Fostoria glass, inherited
Blue patterned flatware: Pottery Barn
Wooden star napkin rings: Lillian Vernon
Napkins: Pottery Barn
Red stemware: Thrift Shop
Blue-stemmed stemware: Dollar Tree
Placemats: Yard Sale
Lincoln Books: husband's library
Lincoln Logs: old toys
Salt and Pepper shakers: gift
I have linked to:
Between Naps on the Porch for Tablescape Thursday and
The Tablescaper for Seasonal Sunday.