When I was a child growing up in Brooklyn , New York , Memorial Day wasn't called Memorial Day. It was called Decoration Day and the Veteran's organizations such as the VFW or Veterans of Foreign Wars stood on street corners taking donations for paper poppies. People gladly "purchased" them for a few coins and proudly wore them in their lapels.
We kids and I supposed many adults thought this day heralded the start of summer and we were glad for it just as we knew Labor Day heralded the end of summer.
Small flags festooned the tenements of our neighborhood on that day and everyone was proud of their service people.
WWI and WWII were fought for a purpose. We were Americans and we were proud of it with nothing to be ashamed of unlike today's leaders who feel they must appease every nation on the planet or in the UN.
As a child I can remember the small flags in the windows of the tenements indicating how many members, usually husbands, son, or male members of a family, were either serving their country during WWII. Some flags indicated having a member dying for our country.
Many families made pilgrimages to their local cemeteries to put flowers, especially geraniums on the graves. For many families it was a time of family gathering picnics and sporting events usually baseball games and horseshoes.
Today, for me, Memorial Days are times to remember two grown sons who have passed on before their parents. Not a natural way of things, but one must live with reality. For me it is not going to the cemeteries to visit their graves each year, but to plant a tree for each of them. One, a brave soldier, died in 2000 at the age of 40 from the effects of Desert Storm Chemicals which according to our government do not exist. The other, a good human being, died at the age of 45 from a broken heart.
It does not take a special day for me to remember these special boys as they are remember each and every day I am on this planet. Some days I am glad they are not here to see how our country is deteriorating and being led away towards a socialist existence.
As fewer people remember the original Decoration Days, I think some day soon, someone will look back and say whatever happened to Memorial Day?
Painting by Arlene Wright-Correll and can be seen framed by
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"Tread the Earth Lightly" and in the meantime... may your day be filled with... Peace, Light and Love
Arlene Wright-Correll