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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Memorial Day…

In the US, the grave decoration day falls on the last Monday of May.  Beginning as a day to honor the Civil War dead of the 1860-1865 period, it has extended to all war dead and generally a day to remember all family who have passed on.   Throughout this country, graveyards are adorned with floral pieces; reminders of associations now distant memories, family long passed and some left by those who never knew them, simply out of respect.

My own father never served in the military during the epic WWII which would have been his to fight, but remained a focused part of the citizenry of his homeland, Canada and supported the war efforts through all the common daily acts expected of all citizens.

I heard a friend quote Churchill once who mentioned the poem which follows, noting that life’s contributions are often not grand, just steady and what we can bear in our place in life.   The author knew something of limitation, as he had lost his own sight.    The last line bears honor to all who lived, and did their best.

Here’s to remembering our passed loved ones and their contributions which enrich our common lives.

On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one Talent which is death to hide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, least he returning chide,
Doth God exact day-labour, light deny’d,
I fondly ask; But patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best
Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and waite.

John Milton. 1608–1674

A promise of future association

posted by lstavast at 6:41 PM  


  1. just wondering whose hand and where that plaque is. Missing him so much this weekend.

    Comment by Barbara Green — 05/30/2010 @ 8:16 PM

  2. Isn’t that plaque on the outside of the vault they put the casket in?

    Comment by Bonnie Green — 05/30/2010 @ 11:48 PM

  3. This is the vault label, and it is Aunt Gladys’ hand. 😉

    Comment by lstavast — 05/31/2010 @ 6:19 AM

  4. I thought it was her hand but was not sure on the plaque.

    Comment by Barbara Green — 05/31/2010 @ 3:54 PM

  5. I have always loved that last line quote.
    Legions of us are not at the front of the line….but we’re happy anyway!!
    Touching picture, also.

    Comment by Mary Reed — 06/08/2010 @ 1:30 PM

  6. Nice picture and poem.

    Comment by Jim — 06/13/2010 @ 1:30 PM

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