May 30, 2006

Parade Madness

I spent the weekend doing a few things - yard work, pool opening and parades.

But before I get to that, remember when I said my dog ate my phone? Well, I got a new phone on Thursday. Then on Saturday, that phone was run over by a fire truck from a neighboring company whose driver doesn't know the universal sign for stop! But, I'm techno again. I have a new phone, all my numbers and I'm ready to go! This phone isn't leaving my sight!

Ok, so, on Saturday morning, I got dressed in my dress blues for the parade at the next town over.

I dressed the boy in his fire department t-shirt, lathered him with sunscreen and off we went. We lined up in our designated spots and watched as others fell in line: The shriners, the National Guard, the Civil War reenactors, the high school bands, the dairy princess, the local businesses and organizations, the local VFD and American Legion etc.

As we drove the parade route and threw candy to the kids, I noticed, flags waving in the air and crowds cheering. It was very nice. The ceremony after the parade was moving. A number of veterans were there and everyone paid their respects. The local history museum was open and everyone was friendly and welcoming. A typical small town memorial day parade.

Then Monday, we dressed in our uniforms again for another parade. This held much the same as the first but ended in the cemetary for the ceremony, the reading of local veterans who had recently passed and the 21 gun salute.

I don't typically do cookouts and beer parties on memorial day. We participate in the parades and we remember our fallen. But mostly, we spend time as a family.

We did much the same this weekend. But I remembered my grandpap who, though not killed in any war, served his country well. He's been gone many years, but for some reason was in my thoughts. I hoisted a flag in his honor, said a prayer for those still in harms way, and remembered those fallen as Taps played. I am grateful that I can expose my son to these parades. That I can teach him that on this day - in fact on every day- it is important to honor those that made it possible for us to parade down mainstreet tossing candy to the crowd without a care. That I can share these memories of the solemnity of Taps and the 21 gun salute and the awe in a fly over from the local base. It is memories and experiences like these that make me love this holiday.

I hope your memorial day was as memorable as mine.

Posted by Oddybobo at May 30, 2006 09:39 AM | TrackBack

"that phone was run over by a fire truck"

That's the worst-sounding excuse I ever heard, even if it IS true :-)

Posted by: Harvey at May 30, 2006 10:15 AM

I swear, I am going to send you a fire proof box and a roll of bubble wrap to protect your poor phone!! Holy cow!!

And lovely Memorial Day post, btw...

Posted by: Richmond at May 30, 2006 12:15 PM

I'm going to have a tank-proof phone booth installed in front of your house. Let me see you lose THAT one.

Posted by: Ogre at May 30, 2006 12:45 PM

What's the deal with your phones? ;)

Sounds like a wonderful Memorial Day... I thought about my Dad like you did your grandpap... They're all heroes in my book.

Posted by: pam at May 30, 2006 01:53 PM

Which branch? Dress blues could be several things. My own family has five who could be considered servicemen, although I left before I finished training. Three branches-Air Force Navy and Army. Grandfather AF WWII? Dad Army and Korea. Put it this way, none of us trained for the Gulf War or Iraq.

Posted by: Nancy at May 31, 2006 12:45 PM

I'm not saying a word about the phone - as soon as I do - something really stupid will happen to mine! *grin* Your Memorial Day sounds a bit like mine. It was good.

Posted by: Teresa at May 31, 2006 01:49 PM

You know, belt loops were made for a reason.... ;)

Posted by: Nancy at June 7, 2006 09:33 PM