When our kids were young, we would get together with the extended family in Idaho and after a BBQ in Grandma Thurber's backyard, we would move out to the pasture for a softball game. We would use cow pies for bases, and the kids would be on one team and the adults on another. It was so fun teaching the little kids how to pitch and hit the ball and we even let them win. Then as time went on, it's all we could do to not get killed by the kids, and they wouldn't even give us a break or let us win once in a while. Now we have been "put out to pasture" - - and the tradition has stopped, but we have many wonderful memories of those days in the pasture on Memorial Day!
Sharlene
Jessie Lewis:
During our first few years in Arlington, Virginia, Chris and I lived just off one of the main feeder roads from northern Virginia into Washington, D.C. Thus, Memorial Weekend meant that any of our activities had the roar of Rolling Thunder as the soundtrack. Thousands of motorcycle riders converged at the National Mall war memorials. I generally find the rumble of Harley-Davidsons a nuisance, but I did come to look forward to it on this particular weekend.
Within our circle of friends, Chris and I regularly enjoyed a pot luck grill party at a local stream. By the end of May, the heat and humidity have begun to settle into Virginia. It was always delightful to visit with friends, wade in the water, and watch the children enjoy themselves. Although Memorial Day is traditionally a military holiday, for us it is a day to remember our kindred dead and make memories with those of us still on this earth.
Jessie Lewis
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