Tag: Memorial Day

Memorial Day Falls Different This Year

We all have to become warriors in some way. That’s my thought this Memorial Day. I don’t know what my way is. But I’m going to study on it. Get smarter. Have new goals. Be braver. A few days ago, a friend said that… Continue Reading “Memorial Day Falls Different This Year”

My Uncle Winston’s War Letters

There were dozens of them, letters from my uncle to his mother written while he served in the Army in World War II. The handwriting was careful and perfect, the lines even and straight on unlined paper, penmanship so perfect it could instruct third… Continue Reading “My Uncle Winston’s War Letters”

Flock

My parents are buried on a shady hill in an old cemetery in Hastings, Michigan. They share a headstone, like they shared the headboard of their double  bed for sixty-four years. She is on the right, he is on the left, but I can’t… Continue Reading “Flock”

Annual Planting

It’s late at the Super 8. There’s dirt under my fingernails even though I wore gloves. I have one pink geranium I couldn’t make fit. The urn for their flowers that I bought new last year was damaged by the winter. My husband left… Continue Reading “Annual Planting”

My Uncle Winston’s War Letters

There were dozens of them, letters from my uncle to his mother written while he served in the Army in World War II. The handwriting was careful and perfect, the lines even and straight on unlined paper, penmanship so perfect it could instruct third… Continue Reading “My Uncle Winston’s War Letters”

Go Visit the Dead

It’s a left turn off the main drag, past the house with the high stone foundation, up and down a couple of green hills that get greener and shadier. At the dip in the road is the entrance to Riverside Cemetery, headstones spread out… Continue Reading “Go Visit the Dead”