Please
Hello, Welcome to my website. My name
is Barbara J. Ervin-Weymouth; I was born and raised and still reside in the Sacramento Valley of California. I am a
Christian and a proud mother of one son, Eric who is married to my daughter-in-law Dawn, together they have given me two beautiful
gifts from God, I call my grandchildren.
I have one very spoiled Staffordshire Terrier, Rosie,
who doesn't know she's a dog, shhh! I have worked in public education for 28 years.
After 22 of them I went back to college and earned my
Adult Education Teacher's Credential. It was a realization of a lifelong dream. After spending five years
as a substitute teacher I decided to go back into office management I'm in the process of finding that special office
where I can truly make a difference. I am truly blessed beyond
measure.
Email: weymouth@surewest.net
I am published on the following Websites:
Starfish (ripplemaker.com)
SFPNN
Sir Froggie's Positive
News Network
Hearts With Soul
Pearlsoup.com
Women With Heart
Poetry.com
Storytime Tapestry
Please join me in celebrating those who have made a difference, while living here in this world. And always
remember this… "All gave some and some gave all"!
If you value your freedom and you're reading this in the English language, thank a Veteran and a Teacher!
And
when you hear our United States National Anthem being played, see our Flag being raised or our Pledge of Allegiance
being recited, put your right hand over your heart, and stand just a little taller and prouder; for you are an American,
living in the land of the free and the home of the brave!
May
God bless our shores from sea to shinning sea and please keep our soldiers wherever they're stationed, safe from harm and
coming home soon! Please pray for our troops, our Commander and Chief and all in positions of leadership,
for they need God's divine guidance no matter what you political views may be.
The
pictures displayed here are of my family members who have served in our armed forces.
The
Love of My Life, Richard Gillespie, USAF Vietnam, My uncles, George, Lon, and Simmie were all in WWI and II together. My
uncle Sgt. Simmie Ervin, Paratrooper Division, was killed in action, in Normandy, France, D-Day. His plane was shot
down as they approached the shores of Normandy, he got all his men off the plane safely and he went down with the plane.
There is some mystery surrounding his death. One soldier came to visit my Dad in Sacramento following the war and said
he had a drink with my uncle on D-Day in Normandy and even had pictures that certainly looked like him. His dog tags
were never found, so we will never know. His casket is buried at Golden Gate Cemetery, Daly City, California.
Even though he died before my birth, he has always been my hero.
All
three uncles were on the British ship the Queen Mary, which was used as an American troop carrier during World War I.
It was fast enough to 0ut-run the German Fleet. I was privileged to take my son Eric to Long Beach, California
where the Queen Mary is in dry dock. We toured the ship and spent the night on board. It was a very spiritual
experience. One I will never forget.
Three
Ervin brothers went off to war and only two returned. The next time you see a Veteran, shake his or her hand and
say thank you, and tell them how proud you are of them.
Also
pictured are my brother, Leroy L. Ervin, Korea, USAF, my uncle Lloyd Lyle Page, U.S. Navy and my cousin, James B.
Gillespie, Korea, USAF, and my Uncle Robert D. Elkins, WWII, US Army. They have all gone on to be with the Lord.
My
Nephew Jerry Ervin, United States Air Force, retired.
Thank you for stopping by, hope you enjoyed your stay... May God Bless you abuntantly!
Barbara
Click here: NAVAJO CODE TALKERS, WWII
Eulogy for a Hero
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond
glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the Gentle
autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift
uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there,
I did not die.
By - Mary E. Fryer
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