Remembered.

Usually I write about all the funny or naughty stuff the kids are up to, but today, I'll wax a bit more somber. Veteran's Day should be a bit somber, after all. It comes as a great disappointment, and really a dishonor to the meaning of the day, that there were no local services or ceremonies to remember our veterans. I remember looking for something like that to take the children to last year as well, and was not able to find any kind of public memorials. The store parking lots on Jefferson Road, however, were jam-packed. Therein lies the hearts of Americans.
So the children suggested we visit their great-grandpa's stone at the cemetery. We were very pleased to see that at least here, there were flags on all the veteran's graves. We walked around and looked at a lot of the other vet's stones, to see their dates of service and the other things that were listed. We even saw one purple heart recipient. The kids were all very interested, and had lots of questions, and shared lots of memories of their grandpa.