It was in 4th Grade where I memorized my first patriotic poem
"Hats off, along the street there comes,
a ruffle of music, the sound of drums...
A flash of color beneath the skies
Hats off, the flag is passing by."
In those days we always went and sat on the curb, in front of Ida and Bessie Knox house.
And as the flag passed by we would stand and salute. We loved the parades, and as a family we paused to remember...How times have changed,,,
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Jennifer here....we had just that sort of Memorial Day here, in a village where most everyone turns out to remember. It's a complicated holiday. I struggle with how to talk with the kids, as I have no intention of glorifying war--and the day can begin to feel like that in their small eyes. Still working out what we say year after year....
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