Growing up Memorial day weekend was about cutting flowers and decorating the grave stones of our ancestors. Most of my Great Grandparents were buried in Cache Valley Utah. We would cut my grandma's peonies, her lilacs, bridal wreath, lilies of the valley and put them in tin cans wrapped in tin foil. We would start in Hyrum Utah and then to Logan and lastly out to Lewiston, then sometimes back to Hyrum. It seems we keep going back again and again the whole weekend long. It was a fun tradition and a chance to think about those who passed on before us. As I got older often the flowers were bought and sometimes planted. A few years ago we were able to go to Ryan's grandfather and great grandparents graves in New Jersey on Memorial day. It's hard to keep traditions alive when we don't live close family graves. I'm thinking that maybe this year we will go to Arlington Cemetery and honor and remember the solders buried there. I think it is important to remember all those that paved the way for our families and our freedom. Happy Memorial Day! Enjoy the pictures of the peonies. Which one is your favorite?
The first is my favorite! I have thought the same thing about memorial day. I loved the tradition as a kid, visiting my families graves. I didn't know most of them, but I loved looking at their graves stones and imagining who they were. I love your idea of still visiting a cemetery, despite being far from family.
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