Mon 31 May 2010
Sitting Quietly and Remembering Memorial Day
Posted by thetwowhos
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It is interesting that sometimes when you are relaxed and quiet, your mind can take you on a fantastic journey back in time…the memories can seem like yesterday and you can feel the tension and excitement and smell the smells almost like you were there again in real time.
This happened to Cece recently as she reminisced about Memorial Day as she grew up in a small town on Long Island. At the end of May, just as the new growth was coming onto the tress and the weather began to warm, preparations were made. The Girl Scouts practiced their flag ceremonies and flag carrying, their moms pressed their uniforms and got their little white gloves out and the bands practiced marching in formation and rehearsed how to play and march at the same time.
It was almost parade time!
On the very day that was Memorial Day, people would begin to gather a few blocks up from Cece’s house. Her family would walk up to the parade starting spot. We saw old cars, and the Grand Marshall, the Gold Star Mothers, bands getting ready to play and people selling poppies. We always bought poppies. It was not until recently that Cece learned the meaning of the poppy.
Among all the flowers that evoke the memories and emotions of war is the red poppy, which became associated with war after the publication of a poem written by Col. John McCrae of Canada. The poem, “In Flander’s Field,” describes blowing red fields among the battleground of the fallen.
In Flander’s Field
by John McCrae
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.
We are the dead.
Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw,
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us, who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow,
In Flanders Fields.
So with their red poppies pinned to their lapels, the parade progressed down block upon block of the small town. People lined the parade route and cheered and clapped and waved…proud to see their neighbors and friends marching and showing respect.
Cece and Yun are against war. We are against killing. They both work against it. But on this day, let us remember the fallen…those that have died amidst a field of red poppies,or searing heat, or a sea of green foliage, or an arid dust bowl of rocks and dirt. They are the father of a child, a son of a mother, a man of a woman….recently, some are mothers, sisters, and daughters. They are human. Let us say a prayer and send light into the universe so that it illumines the darkness that is war. One day, we hope that the world will be free of war…and that people can love and respect each other’s differences and not participate in passive or overt violence. Are we dreaming the impossible? Impossible things are happening every day!
Post Script:Saturday morning about 20 of us cycled in to the Range Cafe in Bernalillo for breakfast. Immediately upon entering, a man from the VFW was selling poppies for the Buddy Poppy Program! Several of us proudly wore our poppies on our jerseys. Of Course, Cece had to tell the man about her reminiscing about poppies and she made a new friend.
“Bye for Now” from The Two Whos




