Memorial Day Reflections

As we are all aware, yesterday was Memorial Day; a very special day when we remember those who served our country, both past and present, and  honor the sacrifices they made for our country, for our freedom and for all of us.
As a child, on Memorial Day,  part of the day's celebration included my mother taking me and my siblings to visit a cemetary, usually some lonely, small, forgotten cemetary ( I grew up in a very rural area with mostly dairy farms) where we would look for graves of military service members and veterans and leave flowers. Many of these tiny forgotten cemetaries would have maybe 25 or 50 graves, and were always on some out-of-the-way back road and usually had no visitors, except us. It didn't matter if the grave was old or new; we thought that everyone deserved a time to be remembered, by somebody, even a total stranger.

I usually try to continue the tradition now that I am an adult and yesterday evening Erik and I made a visit to the Prairie Home Cemetary which is near our house. We go there often and I have posted about it before; in the post Reverence (HERE) and a sort of funny story; (HERE)

These large flags line the main road through the center of the cemetary on Memorial Day.

It really is a very pretty place and always very quiet and peaceful.

We actually had a dual purpose for our visit. We had been trying to locate the family plots for the people who lived in our house. The Nelson family built our house in 1886/1887. It was exciting to find them at last.

They were somewhat prominent in town.

Many thanks to all in the military service, past, present and those who will serve our country in the future. We owe so much to you!

Thanks for stopping by!

I'll be joining A Southern Daydreamer for Outdoor Wednesday!