I am made in the U.S.A. This part of my story begins with my dad who served in the United States Air Force. His military career provided a good life for our family, but I can’t exactly consider myself an Air Force brat because he retired shortly before I was born. I like to think of myself a retirement gift rather than a surprise. Unlike my sisters and brother, I had the good fortune of living in the same house my entire childhood, and it was just a stone’s throw from the base where my dad finished his twenty years of service. That base was part of my life until I graduated from college and got married. It was where we shopped, went to the doctor, and attended Mass. It was home to my Girl Scout troop and the library where I studied. Many of my friends were in military families, and we would meet up at the base pool or the movie theater. There were many mornings when the North Texas wind would carry the sounds of Reveille through my bedroom window, or if I listened carefully, I could catch a few notes of Taps being played in the evening. As I would later tell my own children, “Time for the soldiers to go to work,” or “time for the soldiers to go home.” Then there was also the not so subtle roaring of jets on training missions. I have asked my dad many times to move closer to my family and me, and his reply is always the same. “I wouldn’t feel right without the sound of T-38s flying overhead.”
All that being said, there is nothing quite like being on a military base when the National Anthem is played. Everything stands still. Cars stop. Soldiers salute. Children place their hands over their hearts. Everything is completely quiet and respectful for the duration of the song. Standing for the National Anthem is given an entirely new meaning when it plays before the feature film in a military movie theater. When the first note rings out, a theater full of soldiers snaps to attention and salutes. What awesome experiences to look back on. They give me goose bumps!
As an adult, I had the privilege of teaching Social Studies to fifth graders, including my own children. My classroom was decked out in red, white, and blue, and we sang the National Anthem and many of the other beloved patriotic songs every day. We learned about the birth of our country, the Declaration of Independence, the Preamble to the Constitution, and so much more. I was THAT teacher who had the students act out the debates over what would be included in our Constitution and come up with colonial costumes during the last weeks of school. As a Catholic school teacher, I had the freedom to pray with my students for our country, our leaders, and our soldiers and to give thanks for our many freedoms. What a pleasure!
What does all this have to do with Fiestaware? Everything! Fiestaware has been made in the U.S.A. since 1936. What a perfect way to celebrate our country!! Every year on Memorial Day, I bring out my red, white, and blue Fiestaware, otherwise known as Scarlet, Ivory, and Cobalt. We use it daily through Flag Day on June 14th and up until the 4th of July, so my family and I can celebrate one of our favorite times of year. We swim, cookout, light sparklers, and share delicious meals. But we also remember our fallen, our veterans, and those still serving. We are thankful for my dad who served our country and our family. We celebrate our independence and are grateful for all the freedom and opportunity made in the U.S.A.