This photograph of my grandparents says on the back that it was taken in 1929 on Decoration Day, now known as Memorial Day. I believe my grandmother may have been wearing a red poppy on her dress. In later years, when communities had to have blackout plans in place during WW II, one of my grandfather’s roles during practice blackouts was to go out to the highway that ran through town to ensure that all the cars were stopped and had their lights out for the duration of the test. The second photo is from a recent visit to my grandparents’ gravesite in Orange City, Iowa. As I pondered this Memorial Day and an appropriate post for a family history blog, I realized I likely had ancestral or family ties to most of the wars in which the nation has engaged, including through my father, a military veteran of Korea. I’ll keep it simple and conclude with the third photo, an American Legion symbol on the grave of a relative in a Central Iowa cemetery … in honor of every American’s ancestors who lost their lives in the defense of freedom. We are grateful, and you are not forgotten. Rest in peace.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13)