Showing posts with label MEMORIAL DAY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MEMORIAL DAY. Show all posts

Saturday, May 29, 2021

THE AGE OF AQUARIUS

Sunshine Freedom, USA

MEMORIAL WEEKEND 2021

The 1960’s hit musical Hair included the Fifth Dimension hit recording Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In and promoted a new age of peace, love and light.  Some astrologers suggest it started on the conjunction that occurred in December 2020 or at the vernal equinox on March 20, 2021. 

Let it be so and let it start with you and me as we honor those who have given their all to preserve the freedoms of our great country—freedoms that we often don’t pause to appreciate and that we need to embrace more than ever on this dawning of a new age and Memorial weekend 2021.  Let us cast off the masks of hate and violence to reveal the light of a more perfect union, so that their sacrifice will not be in vain!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbCH5lnZ6sA

Tuesday, May 25, 2021

AFTER THE PANDEMIC 2021

Empty Chairs, Empty Tables, WB, NC

MEMORIAL DAY 2021


Phantom faces in the sea mist,

Phantom shadows on the sand,

Empty chairs at empty tables,

Where my friends no longer stand.


There’s a grief that can’t be spoken,

There’s a pain goes on and on,

Empty chairs at empty tables,

Their songs and laughter are now gone.


O my friends, my friends I thank you,

For the good times we shared together,

Empty chairs at empty tables,

We'll meet again in a beautiful forever.


The plague is now being defeated,

And the people have paid a great cost,

Empty chairs at empty tables,

We pause to remember those that were lost.


 

Monday, May 25, 2020

BEACH MEMORIAL

Emptiness, Wrightsville Beach, NC

Phantom faces in the sea mist,
Phantom shadows on the sand,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Where my friends no longer stand.

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken,
There’s a pain goes on and on,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Their songs and laughter are now gone.

O my friends, my friends I thank you,
For the good times we shared together,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
We'll meet again in a beautiful forever.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

FLOWER OF REMEMBRANCE


Red Remembrance Poppy, Jamestown, NC

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow,
between the crosses, row on row,
that mark our place; and in the sky,
the larks, still bravely singing, fly,
scarce heard amid the guns below.
-- In Flander’s Fields by John McCrae

“Honor the Dead by Helping the Living”

Memorial weekend is a great beginning to the summer beach days in the sun with outdoor grilling and good times culminating with Labor Day to bookend the season. But the blooming poppy in my backyard garden on this overcast day with a tropical storm on the doorstep gives us all pause to remember the reason for the holiday. Memorial Day was created to remember the men and women who died while serving this great country while Veterans Day celebrates the service of all military veterans. It also gives us all pause to remember those loved souls who have gone before us.

Whenever I see a poppy flower I’m always reminded of my grandmother who all of us grandkids called Mom. She proudly displayed a gold star in her front picture window like many others in our central Kansas town. The practice was started in World War I when families hung Service Flags in their windows. A blue star on the flag represented any family member serving in the military during a conflict and it was replaced by a gold star if that loved one died. My grandmother and our family tragically knew that grief along with Grace Seibold of Washington, D.C. who lost her son in WWI. Grace realized that self-contained grief is self-destructive, so she organized a group consisting solely of those special mothers whose sons had lost their lives in military service and named that group the Gold Star Mothers.

The Gold Star Mothers held regular meetings which we would call support groups today. I distinctly remember my grandmother dressing up and never missing her Gold Star meetings. I didn’t understand the full meaning of those gatherings, and her profound grief, until much later in life. And I remember my sister and me standing on a Main Street corner with Mom passing out VFW Buddy Poppies to shoppers. These small artificial flowers are made by disabled and needy veterans in VA hospitals and other locations. You do not sell them, but the donations from those that accept the poppies are returned to these veterans along with widows and orphans of veterans. I do believe that Mom suggested a five cent donation when we were asked, however. These red poppies were inspired by the WWI poem In Flanders Fields. We always looked forward to accompanying Mom on those ventures, never suspecting that she was modeling a lifetime of partnering with others to help heal the world and us too.

And she was also modeling a behavior of partnering with our Creator to always try to bring something good out of a tragic situation when a loved one does not emerge from one of the devastating storms of life.

Monday, May 25, 2015

EMPTY CHAIRS AT EMPTY TABLES


Blue Umbrellas, Wrightsville Beach, NC

Memorial Day, 2015

Phantom faces in the sea mist,
Phantom shadows in the sand,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Where my friends no longer stand.

There’s a grief that can’t be spoken,
There’s a pain goes on and on,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Their songs and laughter are now gone.

O my friends, my friends I thank you,
For the good times we shared together,
Empty chairs at empty tables,
Where we’ll meet in a beautiful forever.

(with apologies to Les Miz)

Thursday, May 21, 2015

BLESSED ASSURANCE




Memorial Peony I & II, Jamestown, NC

Memorial Weekend, 2015

A planting of this peony was brought to Salina, Kansas over 100 years ago by my wife's grandparents. We took a split of it after her grandmother's funeral and planted small splits in three homes in Kansas City and a split traveled in the back seat of our car when we moved to North Carolina.

My grandmother planted these flowering plants around family plots in cemeteries back in Kansas. She chose these plants mainly because of the impeccable timing of the blooms around Memorial Day every year. The plants are very hardy and they seem to survive without much human intervention. Like so many of us, she wanted the cold stone markers that say so little of those they identify to be decorated with some small measure of the beauty of these departed souls.

But perhaps we have things totally reversed. Could it be that these bright reminders are actually overseen by those we’re memorializing, so that when we mortals infrequently visit in quiet remembrance, the colorful blooms are there for us with a beautiful assurance that "all is well"?

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

PRICELESS FAMILY HEIRLOOM


Centennial Peony, Jamestown, NC

The image of this peony blooming in my backyard has quite a family history. It was brought to Salina, Kansas by my wife’s great grandparents at the turn of the twentieth century. When Karen’s grandmother died in her 90’s, we left the funeral services and stopped by her aging house to remove a small clump of the peonies. We then transplanted them to three different homes in the Kansas City area. When we transferred to North Carolina, I dug a small clump and moved it in the back seat of our car. This priceless family heirloom that’s over one hundred years old continues to unfailingly bloom every Memorial weekend as a beautiful reminder of souls gone before us.