T.I.N. -
Glad you posted this. I have a great affection for Memorial Day and a bit of a possibly unique affiliation with it.
When I was but a sprout, on
May 30th these things happened:
School ended.
The pools opened.
It was time for the Indianapolis 500.
It was Memorial Day weekend.
It was my birthday.
I was born
Memorial Day, May 30- still living.
"Memorial Day started after the Civil War. Often called Decoration Day, it was the day when families around the nation went to graveyards and placed remembrances (in those days it was more than just flowers and ribbons) upon the graves of those soldiers, North and South, who died in the Civil War."
Wilbur Wright. Grew up in Dayton, Ohio. Born on a lovely Tuesday,
April 16, 1867 - died
May 30, 1912.
The year following Mr. Wright's birth, General Order Number 11, designated
May 30 as Memorial Day. This was to commemorate all American soldiers that fell in defense of our great country and our freedom.
In 1971, federal law changed the observance of this holiday to the last Monday in May and extended it to honor all soldiers who died in American wars. A few states continue to celebrate
Memorial Day on May 30.
The second son of three, my older brother was born on
April 16.
Last year, near the end of April, my dear 'ol Pop died. Notably, he grew up outside New Philadelphia, Ohio. A highly decorated World War II command pilot, (HUMP pilot. brightnorm knows about these guys.) he was born on a lovely Easter Sunday,
April 16, 1922 - died Thursday, April 24, 2003.
He didn't die in battle but he did some flying over the HUMP (Himalayas).
So, I guess most of us have some kind of unique connection with Memorial Day. For me, I'm reminded that I was born and can live in freedom at the expense of those fine Americans that fought, died and departed before me.
God bless America.