Some charming letters from children
Another Memorial Day. They come and go, a special day of remembrance. When I was a kid it was called Decoration Day, and I can remember my Dad going out to the side of the house and cutting branches off of our Spirea bushes. It was a day when we would go pick up grandmother and take her to the cemetery. We couldn’t afford to buy flowers so the Spirea blossoms served the purpose and were placed on the graves. We three kids, ages 7, 5, and 3, knew nothing about death. When we reached the cemetery, we weren’t as solemn as my parents and grandmother were. Actually, we were racing around the little sidewalks that circled different grave plots until we were scolded and told to get back in the truck.
I enjoyed watching the National Memorial Service in Washington on the weekend and was especially impressed with the talk that one Jackie Walton gave. She talked about losing her father when she was six years old, and he was in the army in Korea. She had written a letter to him which came back unanswered. She told about the grief the family had, and how her mother had to go to work to support she and her brother. She had opened the letter recently and read it as it was shown on the screen.