Our community has to be the grassiest of grass roots. We have a parade on Memorial Day made up of the American Legionaires and some boy scouts and a drum. Usually we have a band, too, but this it didn't happen. The spectators are many. The march to the memorial is a solemn spectacle. Taps and rifle shots. Then back to the school gym for the memorial program.
When I was a child, we lived in an even smaller community. Our parade was held on what was then called Decoration Day. The night before we would make wreaths of lilacs and whatever other flowers were blooming. We would put them in tubs of water so they would be fresh for the next day. The idea was to remember those of our families who had passed away with these wreaths on the headstones of their graves. I don't remember so much emphasis on those who had given their lives in the defense of liberty as there is now. It was more for any of those in our family who had died. All of us kids with our wreaths made up the parade. I don't remember if there was a band or not.
May our memories of those past make us aware of what we are doing as we live our own lives. We will sooner or later only be someone's memory. Time's awasting. Make good memories! Make your time on earth count for good and for God. Leave a legacy. Wahoo.
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