I’ve had this basket of flowers for 30 years. They’ve moved with us through six states and now I have to decide, will they go with us on this move.
It’s a hard decision to make. I look at these raggedy flowers that have been sitting on a shelf in a closet in my basement for the past eighteen years, and I remember the morning that Dad gave them to me: it was a Sunday, two days after I’d continue here
One generation is all it takes for Christianity to become obsolete as well; if we don’t teach our children, who will teach our grandchildren?
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Memorial Day is a day to remember and pay honor to military personnel who have died in the service of our country. I’ve only been to one military funeral; I was 9 or 10 years old and the fallen soldier was the son of my mother’s cousin.
When I was in High School, there was a Memorial Day program that paid tribute to “Gold Star Mothers”. The mother continue reading here
Friday begins Memorial Day weekend. When I was a child the Friday before Memorial Day was always the last day of school; but what was really special about Memorial Day was going to the cemetery to decorate graves.
I think most cemeteries in the south find more here
Saturday evening, my niece asked, “Aunt Marcia, where did you get your reddish-blonde hair?” Her question caused me to pause. I thought everyone knew that my Gramps was a red-head.
Then I remembered that my niece was born after Gramps had passed away. She possibly never saw a color photo of him. And, she might not know that even though his name was Oscar, everyone called him “Red.”
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Marcia Furrow 