
When I was a little girl we called it Decoration Day. We would get up very early and I remember that it always seemed to be raining. We would make our own bouquets out of peonies,iris,lilacs and what ever else was blooming in the garden. We would put them in big coffee cans covered with aluminum foil to jazz them up and then go to the cemetery. It seemed like it would take hours to visit every grave. I always loved to look at the different head stones and marvel at the carving or try to figure in my head how old the person was when they died. It was never a somber occasion, just a time for remembering and telling stories about our family members. Now, I'm afraid the times have changed and my decorating techniques as well. Linda and I always go and visit my Father's grave and I hate to admit it but I pre-order a large bouquet from the florist. I do this for two reasons. Typically in my area it is cold and wet, sometimes even snowy on Memorial day so home grown flowers are never a guarantee. The second reason is that my Dad was a very proud man and he really enjoyed the finer things in life. I try to buy something grand from the florists because I think he would really appreciate it. After paying homage I hope to spend the rest of the weekend relaxing a little and working a lot on my junk room. I hope you all have a safe and happy weekend.
Through the earth, and that is love is the treasure!
Posted by: Jordans Sneakers | July 12, 2010 at 12:12 AM