Excerpted  from 
 by Alma Calder. 

(A delightful tale of rural life in the 19th-century.)
Click title above to read online.

&

shared for Thanksgiving Day: 


" For friends and for friendship, for health and for home,

We thank thee Our Father, wherever we roam. 

We thank thee for hunger, which gives food a zest;

We thank thee for labor and bless thee for rest.


"The lakes and the rivers have blessings in store, 

The field and the forest will each day yield more. 

Give strength, we beseech thee, give wisdom and power, 

To aid in each duty and gladden each hour.


" We thank thee for pleasures, for freedom from sin, 

For love that makes us with the whole world akin;

We bless thee for guiding us safely this day ;

We trust thee to-night, and we trust thee alway."


Courtesy -  123thanksgiving.com





Come out & play a derivative of an Italian game 
of Lo Giuoco del Lotto d'Italia from the 1530's,
  later played as Lotto, and then as BEANO!

The Montague Grange will hold a bingo fundraiser & bake sale 
today [11/13] at the Montague Elementary School.
Doors to the event open at 5:30 p.m. Calling begins at 6:30 p.m.

The event, is open only to those 18 and over - being a lottery game, 
and has a $10 entry fee for which each participant
 will receive two bingo boards for 15 rounds of play.
Refreshments and prizes included.

Montague Church Window memorializes  a WW2 casualty



                                                 Private John J. Kasyan
Born: 1925 
Branch of Service: US Army  142 INF   36th DIV. 
Date of Death: November 10, 1944

                                            Wars or Conflicts: World War II
                                               Buried: Plot B Row 26 Grave 5
                                             Epinal American Cemetery
                                          Epinal, France

Awards

     Purple Heart    

Among the dedicated stained glass windows located in 
St. James the Greater Church and being researched, it was found that one 
is dedicated to Pvt. John J. Kasyan.
It was discovered that he and his family lived in Jersey City, NJ. On locating a relative via Ancestry.com, is seems the family may have known the first Pastor assigned to St. James, Rev. Francis Warlikowski. Pvt. Kasyan's sister, Anna, is noted as having been the organist at the time of the church's dedication.
Thus, his grieving mother most likely had arranged to have her young son memorialized, while the church was being constructed, during Father Warlikowski's tenure. Her son was about 19 when he lost his life - having enlisted after completing 3 years of high school.    

 

Courtesy of  http://www.va.gov/opa/vetsday/
History of Veteran's Day

This date is also celebrated as Armistice Day or Remembrance Day 
in other parts of the world, falling on November 11th, 
the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice that ended World War I 
(often referred to simply as The Great War).





Nov 11, 1985 - President Ronald Reagan
 offering his prayer at a Veterans Day memorial service:


Hear and see the video


"....a few moments ago I placed a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and as I stepped back and stood during the moment of silence that followed, I said a small prayer. And it occurred to me that each of my predecessors has had a similar moment, and I wondered if our prayers weren't very much the same, if not identical.

We celebrate Veterans Day on the anniversary of the armistice that ended World War I, the armistice that began on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. And I wonder, in fact, if all Americans' prayers aren't the same as those I mentioned a moment ago. The timing of this holiday is quite deliberate in terms of historical fact but somehow it always seems quite fitting to me that this day comes deep in autumn when the colors are muted and the days seem to invite contemplation.

We are gathered at the National Cemetery, which provides a final resting place for the heroes who have defended our country since the Civil War. This amphitheater, this place for speeches, is more central to this cemetery than it first might seem apparent, for all we can ever do for our heroes is remember them and remember what they did -- and memories are transmitted through words.

Sometime back I received in the name of our country the bodies of four marines who had died while on active duty. I said then that there is a special sadness that accompanies the death of a serviceman, for we're never quite good enough to them-not really; we can't be, because what they gave us is beyond our powers to repay. And so, when a serviceman dies, it's a tear in the fabric, a break in the whole, and all we can do is remember.

It is, in a way, an odd thing to honor those who died in defense of our country, in defense of us, in wars far away. The imagination plays a trick. We see these soldiers in our mind as old and wise. We see them as something like the Founding Fathers, grave and gray haired. But most of them were boys when they died, and they gave up two lives -- the one they were living and the one they would have lived. When they died, they gave up their chance to be husbands and fathers and grandfathers. They gave up their chance to be revered old men. They gave up everything for our country, for us. And all we can do is remember.

There's always someone who is remembering for us. No matter what time of year it is or what time of day, there are always people who come to this cemetery, leave a flag or a flower or a little rock on a headstone. And they stop and bow their heads and communicate what they wished to communicate. They say, "Hello, Johnny," or "Hello, Bob. We still think of you. You're still with us. We never got over you, and we pray for you still, and we'll see you again. We'll all meet again." In a way, they represent us, these relatives and friends, and they speak for us as they walk among the headstones and remember. It's not so hard to summon memory, but it's hard to recapture meaning.

And the living have a responsibility to remember the conditions that led to the wars in which our heroes died. Perhaps we can start by remembering this: that all of those who died for us and our country were, in one way or another, victims of a peace process that failed; victims of a decision to forget certain things; to forget, for instance, that the surest way to keep a peace going is to stay strong. Weakness, after all, is a temptation -- it tempts the pugnacious to assert themselves -- but strength is a declaration that cannot be misunderstood. Strength is a condition that declares actions have consequences. Strength is a prudent warning to the belligerent that aggression need not go unanswered.

Peace fails when we forget what we stand for. It fails when we forget that our Republic is based on firm principles, principles that have real meaning, that with them, we are the last, best hope of man on Earth; without them, we're little more than the crust of a continent. Peace also fails when we forget to bring to the bargaining table God’s first intellectual gift to man: common sense. Common sense gives us a realistic knowledge of human beings and how they think, how they live in the world, what motivates them. Common sense tells us that man has magic in him, but also clay. Common sense can tell the difference between right and wrong. Common sense forgives error, but it always recognizes it to be error first.

We endanger the peace and confuse all issues when we obscure the truth; when we refuse to name an act for what it is; when we refuse to see the obvious and seek safety in Almighty. Peace is only maintained and won by those who have clear eyes and brave minds. Peace is imperiled when we forget to try for agreements and settlements and treaties; when we forget to hold out our hands and strive; when we forget that God gave us talents to use in securing the ends He desires. Peace fails when we forget that agreements, once made, cannot be broken without a price.

Each new day carries within it the potential for breakthroughs, for progress. Each new day bursts with possibilities. And so, hope is realistic and despair a pointless little sin. And peace fails when we forget to pray to the source of all peace and life and happiness. I think sometimes of General Matthew Ridgeway, who, the night before D-day, tossed sleepless on his cot and talked to the Lord and listened for the promise that God made to Joshua: “I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.”

We're surrounded today by the dead of our wars. We owe them a debt we can never repay. All we can do is remember them and what they did and why they had to be brave for us. All we can do is try to see that other young men never have to join them. Today, as never before, we must pledge to remember the things that will continue the peace. Today, as never before, we must pray for God's help in broadening and deepening the peace we enjoy. Let us pray for freedom and justice and a more stable world. And let us make a compact today with the dead, a promise in the words for which General Ridgeway listened, “I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee.”

In memory of those who gave the last full measure of devotion, may our efforts to achieve lasting peace gain strength. And through whatever coincidence or accident of timing, I tell you that a week from now when I am some thousands of miles away, believe me, the memory and the importance of this day will be in the forefront of my mind and in my heart.

Thank you. God bless you all, and God bless America."

Text courtesy: http://www.va.gov/opa/vetsday/speakers/1985remarks.asp
Nov. 10th - 240th Birthday of the Marine Corps

Courtesy Marine Corps League 450
Corps' 239th Birthday video
At 3:50 -  timeline lists all actions our military have been involved with.


On November 10, 1775, the Second Continental Congress, while meeting in Philadelphia, passed a resolution stating that "two Battalions of Marines be raised" 
for service as landing forces with the fleet. 

This resolution established the Continental Marines and marks the birth date of the United States Marine Corps. The serving on land and at sea, these first Marines distinguished themselves in a number of important operations, 
including their first amphibious raid into the Bahamas in March 1776.

The U.S. Marine Corps began as a way to augment naval forces in the Revolutionary War. Their recruiting headquarters was located in the Tun Tavern on Water Street in Philadelphia, which is since considered to be the birthplace of the Marines.

The Treaty of Paris in April 1783 brought the Revolutionary War to an end and as the last Naval ships were sold, the Continental Navy and Marines went out of existence.

Following the Revolutionary War, increasing conflict with France led to the formal re-establishment of the Marine Corps on 11 July 1798. Marines returned to action in the 
quasi-war with France. They landed in Santo Domingo and took part in many operations against 
Barbary pirates along the "Shores of Tripoli".

Since then, Marines have participated in all the wars of the United States,
 and in most cases have been the first service members to fight. 

The motto of the service is Semper Fidelis. It means "Always Faithful" in Latin.

One of Montague's own sons received many valor awards in WW1 

- was born and raised on Clove Rd. and joined the Marines.

COLE, JAMES E.

Private, U.S. Marine Corps
[Shown on right]

Courtesy  - Ancestry.com

75th Company, 6th Machine-Gun Battalion, 6th Regiment (Marines), 2d Division, A.E.F.

Date of Action: November 10, 1918    
The Distinguished Service Cross is presented to James E. Cole, Private, U.S. Marine Corps, for extraordinary heroism while serving with the 75th Company, 6th Machine-Gun Battalion, 6th Regiment (Marines), 2d Division, A.E.F. in action near Beaumont, France, on November 10, 1918. Private Cole was painfully wounded in the foot by a bursting shell which killed or wounded all the members of his gun crew, but, as soon as he had obtained first aid treatment, he immediately returned to his comrades and worked all night under heavy shell fire at carrying the wounded to the dressing station.
General Orders No. 32, W.D., 1919          Born: at Montague, New Jersey

Other Award: Navy Cross (Same Action)


After returning home, he became a dairy farmer. Later in life, he relocated 
to Port Jervis, NY. There he was elected and served as the Mayor of Port Jervis 1952-55.