Let no vandalism of avarice or neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations, that we have forgotten, as a people, the cost of a free and undivided Republic. ~John A. Logan
I hope everyone had a great Memorial Day weekend. I know we did. We started out on Saturday morning with Dan, Ian, Mike and Andy joining the Scouts to put flags, crosses and Stars of David on the graves of veterans. I know when the older boys first started doing this, they didn’t get it. Now that they are actually old enough to have friends from Scouts IN the military, they take it much more seriously.
They followed up by meeting at a woodworking shop and helping a fellow scout make dog houses for our animal shelter. I love the reports I get back from everyone. Honestly, after talking to Mike, Danny, Andy and Ian separately, you’d hardly even know they’d spent the morning together. Their impressions of everything are all amazingly different.
Late in the afternoon, we were invited to a party at some friends. They have a big party on Memorial Day every year and every year we’ve missed it. This year, we made it. BIG party – I was amazed at how many people were there. Pick an age group and it was represented. The food was amazing – I love potluck kind of picnics. Our contribution to the food was my Molten Chocolate Cake, smothered in cherries, with whipped cream on the side.
We played Bocce Ball on the giant back yard that ended at the shore of a stunning lake. I wish I had brought my camera. It was hot and cloudy and the trees around the lake were reflected perfectly in the water. AND, I was able to relax as I’d made the boys leave their meat-necklaces at home so gator-danger wasn’t an issue. It was absolutely beautiful.
The younger kids climbed the awesome old trees and played a very loose version of football. The older boys alternated between Frisbee and “studying” the college kids on the porch with guitars and other cool music. It’s tough being 15-16 at a party like this. We old people played bocce ball and hurled insults at one another for a few hours. We’re still, barely, on speaking terms and there is much talk of training and uniforms for next year’s gathering.
Just as the college crowd (our hosts have a young-20-ish daughter who has a LOT of friends!) was really moving in on the party, a bonfire was lit and an old flag was brought out to burn as a sweet middle-school-aged girl played Taps on her trumpet. It was lovely and very moving to see so many people fall silent and stop and think about the day and WHY we were all there.