Memorial Day

This post is in honor of my Sunday school teacher Ferne. She was a secretary in the Women’s Army Corps during World War II and past away when I was in graduate school.  She was a truly amazing woman with great faith and she definitely reached for the stars.  With Ferne nothing was impossible and she loved everyone she met.   She was a member of the local Legion and was extremely proud of her country and the freedom that so many died for.  Every year on Memorial Day Sunday she would make sure that “In Flanders Fields” was read during the church service of our small country church. 

So Ferne this is for you:

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.  Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

John McCrae, 1872-1918

So on Memorial Day we honor the dead, those whom have fought for freedom, those whom have worn the armor of God, and those whom we have loved so dear.  Remember your heritage, remember your roots, remember!

Princess & Pumpkin helping to decorate graves