Where It Goes…. Nobody Knows… Thank You Notes to Veterans

Dear Reader:

CBS correspondent, Steve Hartman, did it again to me yesterday… his latest story made me cry!

Don’t most of us have something in our possession, perhaps from childhood or another life changing moment that becomes our prized possession- something we keep close to remind us that someone cared when we needed it the most?

Personally -for me -it was and is Polly, my doll, that I got for my fifth birthday -the first birthday after my daddy died. I feel sure several relatives went in together to buy me that Teri doll… and she has been there for me ever since.

In Hartman’s human interest story… it was a thank you note from a third grade little girl that 95 year old Frank Grasberger still held dear to this day!

” I’ve never been without it,” he said…” because it’s something that somebody thought of me that much.” To him it brings three feelings …faith, trust, and love.

The Strongsville, Ohio resident is a World War II veteran. In 2009 a third grader wrote to thank him for his service. ” If it wasn’t for you, we would never have freedom. I’m happy you made sacrifices. Your friend, Dashauna Priest,” the letter concluded.

It came to mean so much to Grasberger, as the years went by, that he wanted to thank the author.

The staff at the senior living residence decided to do some sleuthing on their own. Priest is now 21. She still vividly remembers writing that note as a school assignment but also because she admired people in uniform.

Priest surprised Grasberger last month while wearing her National Guard uniform. Upon seeing her for the first time Grasberger admitted the surprise took his breath away!

Fortunately Grasberger’s heart only swelled and it may never return to its old size… Priest said Grasberger is family now!

So until tomorrow… one never knows where a ” thank you ” will end up… ” It started with love and affection as a small child and it’s ending the same way” Priest softly said.

” Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

The Turners made it to Mexico yesterday safe and sound… beautiful!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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4 Responses to Where It Goes…. Nobody Knows… Thank You Notes to Veterans

  1. Honey Burrell says:

    Beautiful story! So happy Mandy and family arrived safely in Mexico! Beautiful picture!!
    Happy Labor Dsy dear friend!!


    • Becky Dingle says:

      Happy Labor Day back at you…and remember there is no laboring on Labor Day! You and Mike take it slow while the living is easy!


  2. Rachel Edwards says:

    ❤❤❤…love stories like this..
    Wish all the news was positive and uplifting…
    Thankful Mandy and crew made it safely. Love you.


    • Becky Dingle says:

      Me too….Gin-g…so I concentrate on all the happiness within family…and try to block out the scary ….where did they come from?


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