I grew up on a quiet street, Cemetery Road. To me, Memorial Day meant that school had come to an end for the year and the beginning of a summer that would last forever was about to ensue.
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| I'm on the far right |
Memorial Day meant heavy traffic on our back road and a cemetery thick with visitors, paying their respect to lost loved ones. Flowers. Guns. Ceremony. Lush green trees and the beginning of idle days.
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| Mom, my sister Angie, and me kneeling in the back. |
Nothing to do but play baseball with the neighbors, climb trees, and picnick and swimming at Swaugars Dam at New Germany State Park. A heart bursting with happiness. No worries.
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| My sister Rita, my cousin Gail... and that's me on the right... |
Memorial Day still stirs these fond memories for me…. But now, as an adult, I see the core of what we celebrate and I have the utmost admiration in my heart for our brave men and women who sacrificed their lives to make our country a better place.
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| one thing was for sure... I loved my pets! Gizmo and me. |
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| Yogi and me |
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| Jinxi and me |
I hope everyone is having a peaceful Memorial Day today…
