Found on my Doorstep

I didn’t hear the doorbell ring or the knocker on the front door but look what was left on my  doorstep.

I found a beautiful bouquet from my neighbor’s garden.

A sweet note attached to the glass milk bottle.

Thank you Marion. A lovely way to start this sad day of remembrance and memories.

Your flowers are absolutely gorgeous.

Mother’s Day Night

This pretty bouquet traveled from Pittsburgh to Ohio in the car. A friend brought it to my doorstep the other day. I’ve been thinking about her a lot this weekend.

Since I was going visiting family, I couldn’t leave the flowers in Pittsburgh. They were so colorful. 

Sunday afternoon, I put them on Laura’s front porch to photograph their beauty. 

I thought how much my mom would have enjoyed them.  

Grateful for those who have gone on before and all those here on earth with us now. 

Thanks M.A. 


“Mother’s Day is a celebration honoring the mother of the family, as well as motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society.”  Wikipedia 

Memorial Day 2014 Photos from Upstate New York- Guest Blog

Across the nation there were parades, memorial services, taps sounding in cemeteries, and specific names of friends and family on Facebook, asking for us to remember a lost friend, family member and soldier.

I received these two photos from my sister where she is visiting friends, south of Albany.

Mark’s birthday was today so his tribute was up for most of the 26th but didn’t want Memorial Day to pass without a post acknowledging it.

Thanks Mary.

Bricks with Service Member Names

Some of the service member names engraved in bricks.

Bethlehem Memorial Day WreathA wreath placed by the memorial stone.

 

Twenty four notes. Taps. 

The Origin of Taps, The Bugler’s Cry  by  “Jari Villanueva, a former ceremonial bugler at Arlington National Cemetery”

(General Daniel Butterfield- July 1862)

 

A Day of Remembrance

Memorial Day War Memorial in late afternoon light
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.

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 stone 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.