I took this photo when I when to put flowers on Dads and (brother) Gary's graves. Hard to believe Dad has been gone 20 years. I still think of him everyday. When I picked up flowers for the graves.. I was thinking.... flowers just aren't my brother Gary. (he was a big, macho, hunting, fishing, football ,sorta guy) ...so I got some fishing bobbers to hang from his! I think he would have liked that.lol
I was thinking about how like so many other holidays, it seems we start to forget the real reason for the day.
I wonder if the next generations will know that it's not just a long weekend for camping, boating, and grilling. I found this , and thought it was interesting , and wanted to share.
MEMORIAL DAY HISTORY
I remember , when I was a kid, we used to drive to SD to decorate the graves and to go to the the Memorial Day service in Herrick (VERY small town). I remember how quiet is was at that country cemetery when the older service men from the VFW marched in carrying the flags. I always watched intently, because my Uncle Jake, was one of those men. Taps played in the distance and then one of the men shouted out some orders and "BANG" the guns went off!!! Being little I was short in the mix of adults, so I could never see when the "BANG" was going to come... so I remember anticipating it, but still jumping. I could feel the "BANG" , thud in my chest as a little child, it was so loud.
My Uncle Jake is gone now and we miss him so much ..but I will always have that memory of how he looked so important in his uniform. Now that I'm older, I realized just how important ALL those men in uniforms really are.