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Tribute To A Veteran


When you look up the definition of veteran there are two basic meanings. One is someone who served honorably in a military service and the other is someone who has had a long experience in a particular field. Both of these definitions applied to Dad. He worked almost his entire adult life in the floral industry, which my brother alluded to in our Fathers’ Day Blog, but he also was a Veteran of World War II.


Dad was drafted into the Army after the attack on Pearl Harbor. He was 5’6” and weighed a fit 145 lbs when drafted. He served in the Pacific  Theater and ending up fighting in the Philippines. The Artillery battery that he was attached to used the 105 Howitzer. He was trained in the US, then shipped out to Schofield Barracks in Hawaii for final training, and then moved into the War theater near Mindanao. While in training, in Hawaii, he became best friends with Toby and Frank. They were training together and would often go with groups to a beach hotel in Hawaii to enjoy the ocean and a sense of tranquillity that they knew would end soon. He talked often of those quieter days on the island of Oahu before entering the war.


He told us many stories about his experiences, some good, some funny, and some frightening. I have always been sure he omitted many stories that he never wanted to re-tell, and to some extent, re-live. It is said that war is long periods of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror. I believe that that was Dad’s experience as well. His artillery group was moved frequently, sometimes to positions to defend a beach, sometimes to attack an enemy stronghold. He was at times a forward observer 

(someone who crosses into enemy territory with a radio and a tall antenna to observe the enemy camps and to direct fire of the 105’s). Most of his funny stories came during those periods of boredom. They included pouring gasoline on duffle bags filled with beer cans using the evaporation of the gas to cool the beer, fishing off the beach with dynamite, and walking through 5-foot tall grass and seeing a King Cobra’s head sticking up a foot over the grass. The effect it had on the squadron leader who was already afraid of snakes was something that always brought a knowing smile to Dad’s face.


His life was threatened twice during the war. Once was on the transport ship going to the Philippines where the convoy was attacked by Japanese planes. A fighter plane was coming in just off the water headed directly towards his part of the ship. Rounds of the anti-aircraft gun pouring into the plane as it advanced. As the plane neared the ship my dad suddenly froze up. His hands locked on the railing in a moment of sheer terror, unable to move. With 100 yards left before it came crashing into the ship, the plane suddenly pulled up, went over the ship and crashed into the sea just beyond where the ship was. The other time was in a personnel carrier called a 6x6 driving down a jungle trail at night. There were 6-10 soldiers riding in the back when suddenly, from the tall grass next to the road, a mine was thrown into the back of the truck. Almost casually, the soldier next to where it landed in the truck picked it up and tossed it out. They all hit the deck as it exploded seconds later. 


The friendships developed during those times were strong and unique due to the feeling of going through it together. Frank and Dad and their families remained as close as brothers throughout their entire lives even though Frank lived in Chicago and Dad here in Orlando. Toby never came home. He was killed a few months before the war ended and Dad never forgot or stopped missing the friend he came to love as a brother.


Most Americans during the war held that the Japenese were a hated foe and, in the soldier’s hearts, deserving of whatever harm we could dish out to them. Dad’s attitude was the same for most of the war but it changed suddenly one night. Dad’s company was guarding a mountain road used for enemy truck convoys. One night a large convoy of Japanese trucks was seen coming down the mountain road with their headlights on and easily spotted. Dad’s commander waited until they could see the first truck and the last truck at the same time. He then open fired on both ends of the convoy effectively blocking the rest from escape. The artillery then methodically worked their way from both ends to wipe out the entire convoy. It was seen as a significant strike against the enemy and Dad was awarded a Silver Star for his participation. The day after the destruction of the convoy Dad was assigned to a group of soldiers to clear the road so that it could be used again. No one in the group was prepared to see the carnage displayed as they cleared the road, pushing vehicles and soldiers off the side of the road to the valley below. Dad couldn’t look at all these dead soldiers and not think about all the women and children who would never see their loved ones again. He believed that every one of his fellow soldiers came face to face with the aftermath and horror of war and were forever changed by it. He often stated that he was glad that this engagement was the last of his military career.


Dad went in at 145 lbs and was discharged weighing an emaciated 115 lbs. He suffered from bouts of Malaria. His parents and brother Jim cried when they saw him. Not only from relief that he had made it home but from the toll the war had exacted from him. It took a long time for Dad to regain his complete health. Many of his fellow soldiers suffered as much and more.


Dad faded back into normal society, met Mom, got married, and raised a family; just like most of the other ordinary men who answered the extraordinary call to defend their country. He never forgot nor, I think, ever completely got over his experience.


As we get close to Veterans Day we should all remember the ordinary people who answered an extraordinary call to protect and defend the country that they loved. Some who never come back and some who never get over the horrors of war. It is with profound respect and gratefulness that we extend our thanks to those who have served to protect our rights and privileges of living in America. God Bless All of You.
 
 

 

 

8 Tips for Choosing a Florist for your Wedding

 

 

    Some of the things we want to discuss within these articles are the things we feel are important, but never really get addressed until someone comes into the flower shop. One of these topics is weddings.

    There are many things to be considered when you are planning a wedding, and choosing a florist is one of them. We want to talk about a few of these things to make the process of selecting a florist a little easier for you during this very hectic time. There used to be what was referred to as "wedding season”, a few months out of every year were most weddings took place. Our society has largely moved away form that and weddings have now become a year-round affair. As you undertake the planning process for the Happiest Day of Your Life, there are several things to think about when it comes to flowers: coordinating colors with your color scheme, the kind of look (or style) you want, budget, and choosing the right florist for you.

    Every bride is aware of Pinterest!! Although it is a tremendous resource for ideas, there are Pinterest Pitfalls to approach with caution... For example, not all those gorgeous flowers you see are available year-round, while others may be incredibly expensive. Peonies and dahlias are prime examples of flowers often used in bouquets, yet they are not always affordable year-round.These flowers are at their best price and quality in the late spring and early summer. Although they may be available other times of the year, they are much more expensive and at times the quality is not as good.

    When attempting to calculate the flower budget for your wedding, start by making a list of who you want flowers for: Your bouquet, attendants, groom and groomsmen, mothers, fathers, flower girls, decorations for the ceremony and the reception. If you have questions about cost or want to get general ideas for a budget, call your florist and ask questions. Most florists can give you price ranges for most everything providing you with a better idea of how to budget for your flowers.

Ready to choose a florist? Here’s what to look for:



    When you are looking at bouquets and other flowers for your wedding keep in mind the possibility of substitutions for availability and cost. Most florists will guide you to flowers that are available at the time of your wedding. Lastly, when you are ready to come in and discuss flowers for your wedding, bring pictures of bouquets and flowers that you absolutely love so we can get a feel for what you like. At Colonial Florist we strive to work with you to achieve the look you want for your wedding!

 

 

                

 

 

 

Royal Farms demonstrates how your roses start their journey:

 

 

 

 

                

 

 

 

 

Father’s Day Blog

 

With Father's Day coming up I would like to take time remembering our Dad.

 

As kids, we were fortunate in our choice of parents. Mom and Dad did family really well. Lots of our friends and their friends would find their way over for dinner or fun at our house. Our Mom was unflappable and Dad could interact with our friends.

 

When I started working at the flower shop during college I had a lot to learn about business. Dealing with your friends is very different than working with other employees, or with customers.  

Dad had a lot of lessons for me about how to do just that, including taking an order correctly.  His attitude and techniques for handling many issues in the shop are still my go-to way of approaching things. Perhaps his best lesson for me was how to listen to someone who has a problem until they finished. It sounds simple, but I still sometimes open my mouth too early.

 

When I was an adult and with my own family I started noticing other people paying attention to what Dad would say about a lot of different subjects . Even when I was a Boy Scout Dad started helping and because of his leadership abilities he ended up as the head of the troop committee for years and years. He developed their fundraiser of Christmas tree sales that still continues today. He joined the Florida State Florist Association and became the president and accomplished many good things that helped others. He was willing to work hard for worthy goals and did a good job of motivating others to help.

 

For me, his influence and training helped me decide what to do in many situations, both business and personal. His love for family and friends, including the 4-legged ones, was obvious to all who knew him. He welcomed with love all of our spouses into our Family and helped our individual families grow closer together. Many times this happened at our family property in Ontario, Canada. He and Mom would spend much of each summer together at the property. All of us and our families enjoyed spending time with them while they were there.

 

As time goes by I realize how lucky I and my siblings were growing up in a closely knit family.

I hope we are continuing his example. Thanks Dad (and Mom) for all you did for us.

 

Ed





                




 

Mother’s Day Blog

 

As Mother’s Day approaches, I would like to take a few moments to pay tribute to our Mother.

Being part of a family owned business the lines between home life and work overlap. Mom was always a mom first but then she also worked at the shop along with Dad, My uncle Jim, two of my siblings Ed and Kathy, and myself. We learned so many life lessons living and working together for years, lessons I still use and cherish.

 

For me, first and foremost Mom and Dad were open and gracious parents. There were always friends and extended family coming and going at the house. We never knew if there would be our original 6 or an additional 1 to 3 extra family or friends joining us for dinner on any given evening. Mom always considered it a plus when extra people showed up. I think all the kids learned this lesson well, and I like to think that you can feel those well taught welcoming feelings when you walk into the shop or into our homes. Family was the center of her life and she loved unselfishly and openly. Hugs, smiles and a gentle rub on the back were a constant with her.

 

Mom and Dad loved the flower business and the friendships she and Dad developed with other shop owners from around the country. She and Dad were very active in both the local and National florist associations and loved going to conventions and industry functions. As much as she loved the flower business, her family and home were always the most important thing to her.

 

Mom was also unflappable. She took all the changes, surprises, unexpected guests and crises that 4 of her kids 10 or so neighborhood kids and a husband could throw at her and it never seemed to phase her. I remember when growing up on Lake Conway in Orlando during summer break, Ed and I having no money but a boat and gas being 25 cents a gallon, it was cheap fun. We would entertain ourselves and our neighborhood buddies by catching and releasing alligators by hand at night. We would only tackle the small ones 1 to 3 foot in length (mostly). One night we had caught 26 alligators and decided to surprise mom by putting 3 of them in her bathtub. We waited expectantly the next morning for mom to take her morning shower and anticipated some fireworks. She went into the bathroom came back out and calmly said get those thing out of there or I will be late for work. No screams, no hysterics, no nothing. She never got upset when one of the snakes Ed was keeping for Reptile Study merit badge in Scouting got loose and made a home in the laundry room. It seemed to us that no matter how much turmoil was going on at our house she steadfastly navigated herself and her family towards some type of normalcy.

 

Her greatest gift to us was the many ways that she expressed and gave us love. Mom had a great sense for what you needed and then gave it to you with no pretense or grandstanding. Her default towards any of us was to love us, even when she didn’t love what we were doing or saying. Her warm smile and gentle nature was a foundation that never wavered and it kept all of us grounded into the family. It is the main reason that decades after mom and dad retired. We are still working with each together, still functioning as a family together, even when we are arguing, we are still loving each other as brothers and sisters. Mom never complained about her life and she always had a grateful attitude.

 

In 1998, after heart valve replacement surgery, a blood clot broke loose and went to her brain giving her a massive stroke. She lost the use of the left side of her body as well as many other normal functions. Mom spent months in rehab learning to walk, eat and do the many things that we take for granted each day. Her positive attitude and unending smiles made her a favorite at the hospital. She never lost her faith nor her ability to love. I remember one time she was in ICU and the attending nurse was trying to adjust her breathing mask. Mom looked up at her, smiled, and gave the nurse one of her famous gentle rubs on the back. Even then she never lost sight of the simple and profound ways of expressing love and support.

 

Mom passed away in May of 2017 at the age of 92. If ever there was someone who passed on the goodness of mankind and made her corner of the world a better place it was mom.

And so as we approach yet another Mothers Day please take time out of your life to look back and appreciate the things that the mothers of this world have given to us. My wish would be that we would all share and emulate the love that was given to us by mom.