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for the veterans.

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Your silent tents of green

We deck with fragrant flowers

Yours has the suffering been,

The memory shall be ours.

-henry wadsworth longfellow

(from decoration day)

 

He has a way with words and reminds us

that while our soldiers may have suffered and paid the ultimate price,

it is our duty to remember them.

 credit: elkmoundwildflowers.com

 

rememberance.

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“on memorial day, i don’t want to only remember the combatants. there were also those who came out of the trenches as writers and poets, who started preaching peace, men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live”

— eric burdon, the animals

 

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: kalikirkpatterns.com

postman’s rest.

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 A Little Wild Spot. The ramshackle old house pictured above, unoccupied for two years at the time this photo was taken in 1966, was Anne Mueller’s “rough box.” After her death at the age of 85, her wildflower garden on the corner was deeded to the city for a park. The house now gone, Postman’s Rest Park, was named as a tribute to Norm Kern and Bob Schlupe, the mail carriers who stopped each day to see that “Annie” was all right when she was widowed and left without family in her later years. (ann arbor news, 1972)

1972 postman’s rest park 2017 postman’s rest park

during my visit to this tiny park

situated on a quiet and peaceful corner

in a tree-lined neighborhood

filled with old bungalows, gardens, and lawns

i sat in the swing for a while

taking it all in

looking around

at the greenery and wildflowers

there was a very special

warm and welcoming feeling

i wanted to know more about this lovely space

and was so pleasantly surprised

to discover its touching story

a pioneering newspaperwoman, ann mueller

 left this beautiful space

where her wildflower garden had once bloomed

as a tribute to those who cared.

“take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.”
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credits: news photo and caption – 1966 ann arbor news,  jack stubbs – 1972 ann arbor news

 

it’s all about that stance.

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elvis’ fight-stopping karate stance memorial plaque

in 1977, elvis presley, while riding to madison from the airport, noticed a street fight in progress at a service station. while his limo was stopped at the nearby red light, the king ran from the car and threatened the combatants with a classic karate stance.

the young men recognized elvis and stopped fighting in favor of shaking hands with the star. elvis reportedly left after ensuring that everything was settled and taking time to shake hands with several onlookers. elvis died 52 days later.

the incident was reported by thomas still for The State Journal, who called it presley’s biggest brawl since Jailhouse Rock. a plaque to commemorate the event is installed where the gas station once stood. it shows elvis with a guitar and in a pseudo-karate stance and describes the incident.

‘if there hadn’t been an elvis, there wouldn’t have been the beatles.’ 

-john lennon

credit: atlas obscura, the state journal, thomas still

one must love a cat on its own terms – paul gray

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imageGot a call that I was being stood up

for

a planned movie date

with my friend

        who was called

to attend

a memorial

for a cat she helped to care for

                              one who acted like a mean tyrant bully

believing she was a lion

dominant and demanding of her people

and her fellow cat

‘marbles’

who is

so sweet and loving

to feed the lion

meant traveling

down the hall

behind

a protective shield

of cardboard

and with

a

backup person

lest there be

a sneak attack

an ambush

and now

the lion

was gone

and

it was to be

                                           a cheesecake, tea, and fruit party

a wake complete with stories and memories and kind words

a gathering of everyone

who had helped care for her over the years

who had ever crossed paths with her

who had owned cats

who had loved and lived with cats

and my friend was left stumped

about what to say

what kind words

could she conjure up?

and she noticed

marbles

the surviving cat

sitting on the window sill

purring and sunning

and licking

the cheesecake

off of her front paws.

‘She clawed her way into my heart and

wouldn’t let go of it.’

– missy altijd

in search of my mother’s garden, i found my own. – alice walker

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she called it

her butterfly dress

my mother

 a young girl

in italy

twirling

carefree

spreading her wings

all the world before her

and

at her

happiest

before life

got challenging

and things

were

never the same

for her

and she

lost her wish to fly

and this is how

i want

to remember her

on this date

that was

both

the day

she was born

and

the day

 that she died

and

i still want

to think of her

twirling

and

carefree

at her happiest

in her

butterfly dress

the thing that interests me most about family history is the gap

between the things we think we know about our families and the realities.

– jeremy hardy