Memorial Day 2013   Leave a comment

Dear Aunt BJ,

Someone wished me a Happy Memorial Day this morning. I was taken aback at first, then I stopped to give it some thought. It turns out I am happy today, however not because it is Memorial day. I am happy today because my life is good. Today I choose to have a good life and I am really blessed that I figured that out.

When I think of Memorial day I am grateful. Grateful that I live in America, the land of the free and the home of the brave. Grateful for those that gave their all for that freedom. I am also grateful for those who remember what this day is all about. Grateful for those who carry on the traditions and the parades and put the flags out in the cemeteries.

One of my earliest memories is of an Army uniform hanging in the upstairs closet at 67 Church St. I don’t know the whole story, but Tina shared the scrapbook put together in our relative Luman K. Sanford’s memory. So I’ll start looking at it earnestly this evening and begin to add the profile to Together We Served. I shall also shed a tear or too, because these memories tend to do that.

I’ll end this note with the famous poem by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, In Flanders Fields:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

With Love, You Nephew,



Last picture. June 1918

Last picture. June 1918



Posted May 28, 2013 by Balvah in Uncategorized

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