Saturday, September 24, 2011
Saturday With Seth
Thursday, September 22, 2011
It's Blooming!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Pumpkin Hurl and Medieval Faire - Part 2
Monday, September 19, 2011
Pumpkin Hurl and Medieval Faire - Part 1
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Flowers in my Yard
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Labor Day - 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday Stroll in the Woods
Friday, September 2, 2011
A Military Funeral
Wednesday morning, I took my mom to her only brother's graveside service at a military cemetery. I hadn't realized that my uncle, Wendell, had been in the army and had served as a radio operator in Korea during the Korean war. Because of this he was entitled to be buried in a military cemetery. I had never been to a military funeral before and it was quite different. Our cars were lined up at the entrance to the cemetery, and when it was time, we were told to follow the hearse to where the ceremony would be held. There was an enclosed area with a few chairs and several veterans were standing at attention and saluting as we drove up. We were told to go sit or stand in the enclosed area, then 3 guys in uniform, rolled his casket which was draped with a flag to the front. It was all done with military precision and saluting. There was a big glass window behind the coffin, where several veterans stood at attention with rifles in hand. A couple of times they were told to go to attention which is a different position for their rifles, then told to go the rest position. A veteran read a part of the service, then the guys with the rifles shot them 3 times each, and taps was played right before they took the flag off the coffin, folded it up and presented it to my aunt. The soldier that presented it to Wilma, went down on one knee and said they were giving it to her in appreciation of Wendell's service to his country. The presentation of the flag and the playing of taps was the most moving part of the ceremony to me. After the flag was given to Wilma, a chaplain said a few words, but there wasn't much said in a religious vein, so that was disappointing. Later in the day there was a gathering at my cousin, Gary's house, where we visited with family and shared memories of Wendell. Mom did pretty well, even though it had only been 9 months since my dad had died.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Trip to Mt. Rainier - Part 3
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