Memorial Day Weekend
by
James Glaser
by James Glaser
This
weekend the roads will be crowded with families heading back to
see parents and grandparents. Many small towns in northern Minnesota
are a lot smaller now than they were even twenty years ago. Most
everyone moves to the "big city’ to get a high paying job,
but their hearts stay up in the north woods and everyone comes home
when they have the chance.
Memorial
Day is the time of year that gardeners put in their crop and more
and more children come home to help with that job and they look
forward to returning on Labor Day at the end of the summer to help
with harvest. Working the soil is a real treat if you live and work
in an urban area. You can’t rush gardening, you have to slow down
to do it right and that brings a person closer to nature and that
gives you an appreciation for the rural life you gave up.
There
are many towns and cities around the country which claim that they
started Memorial Day, but I like to believe that it was started
by a woman of the South, Nella L. Sweet. Nella wrote the hymn, "Kneel
Where Our Loves are Sleeping" in 1867. She dedicated that sweet
song, "To the Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves
of the Confederate Dead."
I
don’t know why that touched me so and I know the North lost more
men, but the South not only lost the war, but the place was devastated.
I can imagine the sorrow of the women as they brought flowers they
grew out to the graveyard and tried sprucing up the graves a little
bit.
Today
we have fancy tombstones, a caretaker who mows the grass, and flowering
shrubs are planted all around the cemetery. If you have the money,
you don’t even have to go out and visit your loved one’s tomb, you
can hire someone to put out flowers for you.
Like
every other year, our VFW Post will be doing a memorial service
at all the little cemeteries around here. We split up into two groups
and both groups come together for a final memorial tribute at the
Northome Cemetery, which is the largest. It is getting harder and
harder to have enough members to form two honor guard details, because
so many members are WW II vets and the legs don’t work like they
used to.
What
is nice about Memorial Day, is that no one judges the veterans we
are honoring. No one’s war is more important and no one’s service
more honorable. All the veterans served our country with patriotism.
Our community lost soldiers in almost every war from WW I to the
war currently going on in Iraq. There will be mothers and fathers,
sister and brothers of the fallen at our services. Many will remember
that classmate who never returned and every year we hear how they
are still missed.
Memorial
Day is sad. In 1915 Moina Mitchael wrote,
We cherish
too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.
You
look at the graves of those who died and see that most were just
teenagers when they were killed, but they left behind so many who
loved them. In a small community like this, it isn’t just a loss
to the family. Here high school classes number in the teens and
losing one or two from your class, takes a real toll from all of
those left behind. Their memory is strongest in the men and women
who also fought in their war and each of them knows that it could
have been them in the ground and they stop and wonder what life
would have been like if their friend, brother, or lover hadn’t died.
After
a few years of being in the Memorial Day Honor Guard, you learn
the stories of all those who fell in battle. You recognize the sister
who lives in Montana or the brother from Saint Paul who come home
every year, because they miss him so much and this day has been
set aside so that the grief of the loss can be felt again.
The
hard one is the family whose loss is still fresh. Time hasn’t had
long enough to work its magic. The loss is still new and the pain
is raw and nobody knows the words that will help them on this day,
so they are left alone and you pray for them.
Before
Memorial Day I go out to our township cemetery and put a flag on
every veteran’s grave and the day after Memorial Day I go out and
take them down. I always "talk’ to each vet as I’m doing that
and wonder what they would be doing now if they had lived. I look
at the dates of their lives and know which war was theirs. Yes this
holiday is sad and it shows us how far we have yet to go. Someday
peace will come to America, but it won’t be soon.
May
30, 2005
Jim
Glaser [send him mail],
a Marine Corps Vietnam War veteran and Commander of VFW Post 3869,
works to educate the American public on the consequences of war.
His personal website is James-Glaser.com.
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