Tenin Technique

Five years ago today Eric Tenin posted Snow in the Luxembourg garden. He hasn't missed a day since then. Congratulations Eric!



The Tigers baseball team begins their final tournament today in Rockwall. They play Rockwall-Heath at noon and Midlothian at 3. Both games are at Rockwall-Heath High School.

Brian and I got our packets for the Dash down Greenville. I cant believe I am going to take part in a 5K.

We also registered for the Spring into Action 5K fun run and walk on March 27th in Kaufman, Texas.

Ben Kentons visit to Terrell

Earlier this year I exchanged emails with Ben Kenton from the United Kingdom. Mr. Kenton was planning a trip to the Dallas area and wanted to visit the burial place of his cousin Vincent Cockman while here. Airman Cockman was killed during a training mission while stationed at #1 BFTS in Terrell during WWII and is buried at Oakland Memorial Park. Unfortunately, I could not get off work when when Mr. Kenton visited, so I didn't get to meet him. He did send me pictures of his visit to Terrell. Thanks for the pictures Ben, I hope you enjoyed your short time here and make it back someday.

Tandy S Nicholson

This is the grave marker for Tandy S Nicholson, Company D, 23 Mississippi Infantry, Confederate States of America. It's located in Oakland Memorial Park in Terrell. The same resting place as the British Pilots who died while in training.

I found a posting from a few years ago from someone looking for an obituary for Tandy Nicholson, who was a Civil War veteran. I hope they were able to get what they were looking for.

British pilots at rest

19 RAF pilots died during air training in Terrell. They are buried at Oakland Memorial Park in Terrell.

The bottom of the marker is a portion of "The Soldier" by Rupert Brooke

IF I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.