May 27, 2008

• Memorial Day In Small Town USA

  Yesterday we celebrated a little bit of little town Memorial Day.  After we got out of morning Mass we had a call from Ian saying that because he was in the volunteer fire department he would be marching in three parades.  We decided to ride our bikes up to town to watch the parade and to see Ian.  Why is this so spacial you may ask?  All the time that my father-in-law was alive we had to work on Memorial Day so we never really went to the parades or celebrated the day much.  We remembered it and prayed for our beloved dead and all who had sacrificed to keep our freedoms free, but we had always worked on this day in the past.

  

  At the parade we saw soldiers marching with flags. 

  

  We saw our favorite and most handsome fire fighter.

  

  Every parade needs a marching band.  This one belongs to our local public high school.

  

  Of course in a small town in which farming is the major business there has to be tractors.

  

  Here is one of the many fire trucks.  Too bad you can’t hear the sirens and the horns honking.

  

  Best of all you see babys in strollers.  No parade would be complete without a street lined with moms and dads with their young cildren and their babys in strollers.  This is why our young men have gone and go to fight.  They fight to protect our freedom to line the streets and celebrate days like Memorial Day and other days like the Fourth of July.  They fight so that we can have picnics and cook hot dogs and hamburgers.  They fight so that we can sleep in our beds at night and rest easy knowing that tomorrow we will still be free.  They fight so that our young cildren can ride their bikes and can blow bubbles and do all that young kids do to help them grow up big and strong. 

  Direct, O Lord, all our actions and further us by thy holy inspirations. That every prayer and work may begin from thee and by thee be happily ended.  Amen.

  God bless America.

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