“I see strange pictures in the flames, and memories bring tears;
I live again the yesterdays, and joys of other years.”
– Grace M. Walker
All my early memories of Memorial Day include a parade. From a flag-waving child to a clumsy Girl Scout and, finally, a synchronized marcher bearing my high school band’s stainless-steel, sun-blinding (to other marchers) glockenspiel – a pianist’s route to playing in the band – I marched, played, and relished one
of my small town’s
biggest celebrations of the year.