Monday, May 25, 2009
Memorial Day
Memorial Day morning was a large & touching event in my small town, with a parade through the downtown's crowded sidewalks to the Doughboy Monument, & a solemn placing of wreaths, Of course, my parents' generation had fought WWII & Korea, & they were not about to forget their sacrifices, & in particular the sacrifices of their comrades who did not return home, whose names were engraved on the monument. The 4th of July was more than midsummer retail sales & huge televised big city fireworks. But it is Memorial Day, I think, when we most need to find again the balance of solemnity & celebration that entire towns shared together, because they had shared the sacrifices. This why the original Memorial Day caught on after the Civil War, & why the day was so significant when I was a child.
photo from Star-Ledger, 5/25, Fort Dix NJ.
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"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
I remember decorating my bike and riding along with the parade. My grandmother was a gold star mother, she had two sons that served during WWII. One came back and the other was killed by friendly fire in France. She used to ride in the back of a convertible. When the services were over she went to the VFW where the was always food and beer.
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