To remember. Read their names.
As I was photographing one of these brass Stolpersteine, an elderly man came up to us and said in German “it’s important to remember the bad things that happen.”
Artist Gunter Demnig creates the Stoplersteines and personally places them in the sidewalks, using a small trowel, in front of the residences where individuals and families were taken by the Nazis. They all say “here lived_______” , their name and their dates and the location where they were murdered.
Writer Megan King says in her article https://theculturetrip.com/europe/germany/articles/the-deeper-meaning-behind-berlins-brass-cobblestones/ “These cobblestone plaques that bear a tragic chapter of German history are the open-ended project first initiated in 1996 by the German artist Gunter Demnig. Not only is their message one of remembrance and of personalising the victims by honouring their names, but their purpose is also thought-provoking, aiming to initiate discussion and stimulate thought.”
(Link to another post about the Stolpersteine remembrance project)
The last photo taken at night illustrating how the light catches the brass plaques. Here are a few of the thousands of stolpersteines placed in Berlin but the project has expanded to other countries as well.
A Day of Remembrance- Originally blogged May 31, 2010 Reblogged in 2016
Muskingum County World War II/Korean War Memorial Zanesville, Ohio
Family members plant flowers, trim grass, pull a few weeds, decorate graves of loved ones with wreaths.
One time Mary and I scrubbed lichen off the granite with our toothbrushes. I saw a watering can hang from a spigot, a metal pipe in the ground.
Boy Scouts place American flags by white marble veterans’ graves.
I remember when Bill played taps and as the clear notes sounded, the wind kicked up, blew swirls of dust and leaves, the sky got dark. And we all felt a shivering chill.
Each helmet bears a soldier’s name.
from Memorial Day 2014
Twenty four notes. Taps.
The Origin of Taps, The Bugler’s Cry by “Jari Villanueva, a former ceremonial bugler at Arlington National Cemetery”
from Memorial Day post 2015 Poppies for Disabled Veterans Assistance Programs
Eastern Redbud tree. It was a beautiful day today before the downpour of rain arrived Saturday night. Just look at that blue sky.
A friend planted the Redbud in my backyard as a memorial to my parents after they’d passed. Thanks, Ginny.
It was my parents favorite type of tree. The way the pink blossoms emerge along the entire branch makes it a stand out amongst the flowering trees.
Remembering Jimmy Cvetic (click for article by Rich Lord)
Vietnam Vet, Police Detective, Boxing Coach and Poet. Poet is how I came to know him over the years, hearing him read at Hemingway’s Café in Oakland where he organized the Summer Poetry Reading Series for decades. He had an incredibly generous spirit. No one will be able to fill his shoes. He wrote the following poetry books:The Secret Society of Dog, Dog Unleashed, Dog is a Love from Hell, Dog Days published by Lascaux Editions.
September 8, 1949- February 15, 2019
Jimmy with Franco Harris on August 17, 2017 Little Italy Days in Bloomfield neighborhood of Pittsburgh PA. I photographed them after Franco played in a Bocce game on Cedarville Street.
Click here to read Jimmy Cvetic in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette Saturday Poem : Another God Poem
Four dead in Ohio. Kent State May 4, 1970.
Sunday evening, Mark and Erika and the family drove back home to Columbus after spending the weekend in Pittsburgh.
These are the photographs Mark texted as he and his family visited the Kent State memorial site
Photo on right taken through the bullet hole in an iron sculpture
Mark said “very chilling.
The kids were disturbed by the whole story.
Berlin Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church built in 1895.
Peek at the results of war- WW2 bombing raid.
“The Gedächtniskirche or Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church is the symbolic centre of West Berlin, an anti-war memorial to peace and reconciliation.“
And note the rapid weather change from the front of the church- sun and blue sky to sudden gray, rainy sky as we walked around to the back.
A wife, mother, grandmother, sister, daughter.
A teacher, a neighbor, a knitter.
A colleague. A friend.
I took this photo of Nora in my living room at the Greenfield Holiday Party years ago.
Her radiant smile spoke of her generous heart, her loving spirit, her sense of humor, her easy laughter. She loved her family with her all.
Nora was a loyal blog follower since the beginning of the blog 7 years ago and wrote emails in response to photos she especially liked.
Alaska. Baked Orechiette. The family.
She always had a positive word and expressed gratitude for so much.
This morning. fellow Greenfielders and all those who loved her, gathered together to celebrate her life at a lovely Mass of Christian Burial.
She will be missed.
We will remember.
I was invited to attend the Etna Memorial Day Ceremony at 7:30 AM today.
Mary Ellen’s mother’s home is on High Street in Etna next to this hillside cemetery. Her grandmother hostessed the party decades before. Our hostess today was Ruth Gubanic. She continues the tradition in memory of her brothers. She had three brothers who served: two in WWII and one in the Korean War. She honors all three on Memorial Day. Their names are Will, Eddie and Rayme.
All of the Veterans’ names will be added after the initial post because I don’t want to mess up spelling or misidentifying anyone…but I also know they are eager to see some of the photographs from today. I have created a separate Etna Memorial Day Parade album on Flickr and as soon as it is edited a bit, I will post that link as well.
It was an honor and a privilege to document the ceremony today.
You can see our gracious hostess Ruth in the front row.
The Grand Marshall of the Parade -Jim Oehling
During the ceremony there was a “flyover”- of honking geese
This gentleman is Rick Stefanick, and he is going to help me identify all the other participants with their correct names. Thank you, Rick.
Jim Brokenbek (l) from Post 106 and Rick Stefanick.
Friends for more than forty years, ready to march in the parade.
Richard Hudak is the Firing Squad Master
Mary Ellen and her mother Ruth
For a few more photos, here is a link to the Flickr Album