NOTE: Commentary By Knuckles “The Wonder Dog”
Well, now we have it. MEMORIAL DAY 2014 is here and folks are getting excited for the “GATEWAY TO SUMMER” to open wide. Above all else, please remember the meaning of MEMORIAL DAY is to honor and memorialize our fallen soldiers. These brave men and women gave their lives, willing to protect the freedom and liberties of the United States of America. MEMORIAL DAY is a day for remembrance and a day for thanks and appreciation, first and foremost.
On the lighter side, how skilled are you at some Memorial Day fun facts? If you’re challenged to be the “center of attention” around your Memorial Day BBQ, here are several tidbits of historical information for you to discuss:
* Memorial Day was declared a federal holiday in 1971. * The “Indianapolis 500” has been held on Memorial Day since 1911. * Waterloo, NY is considered the birthplace of this holiday because the people of Waterloo were the first people to proclaim a day on May 5, 1866 to honor the soldiers who died in the Civil War. They closed their businesses and placed flowers and flags on the graves of their soldiers. All Flags were flown at half-mast. * On Memorial Day, you are supposed to fly the flag at half-staff until noon, then raise it to the top of the staff until sunset. * Memorial Day was originally known as “Decoration Day” due to the practice of decorating soldier’s graves with flowers. * Each year on Memorial Day at 3:00 PM local time, a national moment of remembrance is asked of Americans to pause for 1 minute. This National Moment of Remembrance was established by Congress in 2000. Americans should pause for a moment of silence, or listen to “Taps”. * The Memorial Day custom of wearing artificial poppies was inspired by John McCrea’s World War 1 poem “In Flanders Fields”. Look, you know I am just a Dachshund. I am however, a Dachshund with a love and sentiment for the verse of this terrific poem. Please read, reflect and enjoy. Happy Memorial Day!
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the Guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch: be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.