|Memorial Rock, taken 2010|
Memorial Day was a big event in my little town. A parade weaved through several streets and the route took the police officers, bag pipers, baton twirlers, and boy and girl scouts straight past my house.
My dad’s Super 8 movie and SLR cameras were ready to capture the event. The parade concluded at the nine plus foot high Memorial Rock that sports plaques honoring those who served during various wars. A ceremony was held there commemorating the day.
|Yes, I'm in the photo.|
The memories started my mind churning…when did we start recognizing this day?
Initially, this was time set aside to specifically honor those that had died in the Civil War (1861 to 1865). At that time it was known as Decoration Day. In later years as the number of Americans observing on this day increased it became known as Memorial Day and while this term has been used since the 1880’s it actually wasn’t the official name until 1967. The observance itself grew to encompass all of those in military service who lost their lives during war time. I have to say as a youngster I thought we were honoring all those who served; wonder if our teachers ever explained the day to us?
While there wasn’t an official date during the earlier years of observance, May was commonly the chosen month.
The dates for Memorial Day, Washington’s Birthday (now known as President’s Day) and Veteran’s Day were officially changed by federal law in 1971 (passed in 1968). The main thrust of rationale was to create three day weekends. Prior to this, Memorial Day was observed on the 30th of May and nowadays we know it as the last Monday in May, close enough to the real start of summer to declare it the “unofficial” start.
And the true meaning of the day has drifted away from the original intention a bit. Yes, it’s a great opportunity to catch up with friends and family since most have the day off, however, remember that people’s lives were lost in honor of this country. These brave souls gave in order to make our lives better and the thought of that gives me chills. It’s a gift.
I’m proud to say that my father served, both my brothers served and my nephew is now in the Navy.
Curious me; would love to know if small towns like my home town have parades and ceremonies today. A quick search tells me that the local American Legion post will lead a ceremony in a local cemetery but I see nothing about a parade. That’s sad. When I participated in the Memorial Day parade, it gave me a sense of pride at a tender young age.
|Another view of the parade.|
Wishing you all the best for Memorial Day.