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I looked through Mabel's Scrapbook for something that might seem appropriate for the upcoming Memorial Day, to be commemorated this year on May 25th. Memorial Day was always noted on May 30, from the time General John Logan officially proclaimed the day in 1868 - until 1971 when it was changed under the National Holiday Act of 1971 to the third Monday in May. If you are a purest at heart and would like to know more about the effort to restore the traditional day of observance for Memorial Day, there's a place on the Web for you....including a petition to sign. More info here.
In her scrapbook, Mabel had four advertisements for the W. A. Mount & Co. Confectioners in Kansas City. Two of them are really gory big game hunting paintings, another is a travel painting and this one spoke to me about the essence of Memorial Day....... the waiting, the hoping, the praying. Happy homecomings for many who hoped, weeping and grieving for others who waited and prayed.
I guess I am a purest when it comes to Memorial Day. If we don't set aside a day to memorialize the war dead (and for me that goes beyond the boundaries of country and culture, and negates distinctions between military and civilian deaths) it seems life is cheapened and death trivialized. So I acted on some suggestions provided at that website linked above.
I wish you all a great three-day weekend ......... and some quiet time to think about Memorial Day on May 30th.
THE CROSSING ~ They that love beyond the world can not be separated by it. Death can not kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship . . . Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas: they live in one another still . . .
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present because immortal.