Friday's Weekend Column
Memorial Day Weekend
by James Glaser
"Great weekend ahead," says the weatherman. Today we set up everything for our quilt show and tomorrow we will be hanging them for display. The town is already crowded with people from the cities that have come home to see mom and dad or Grandpa and grandma.
Some flowers are just starting to bloom and people who planted early, still have sheets near the garden just in case they have to cover it, to protect it from frost. Many will plant their gardens this weekend with the help of family from the cities. Everyone will have the barbecue going and as you walk down the road you will smell meat cooking, picnic tables will be covered with bright tablecloths, and little kids will be running around all over.
Children that come up here, have friendships with other children that they only see on summer holidays up north. As the years go by, they grow up together, and some move here as adults, already knowing everyone on the road.
Saturday morning I will go out to the Ardenhurst Cemetery, put a flag on the pole, and place a small flag at the grave of each Veteran buried there. I do it early and kind of talk to all of those vets. Now that I have been doing this for several years, I knew many of those buried there and served as Honor Guard at their funeral. It is kind of a sad nice time.
Memorial Day weekend is always filled with family and friends up here, but the actual Memorial Day is a sad one. It is the day we say "we miss you." It is the day we really know we are mortal and our time will come too. It is a day when we think about what might have been.
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