Memorial Day, also knows as Decoration day, has for many years been a big deal in my family. I remember going up to the farm as a kid and helping my Grandpa put out the flags on the graves and then pulling them up again after Memorial Day was over. Mike and I always thought it a little weird and creepy walking through the graves. My Grandmother would always decorate their parents graves and then take me to see the headstone that was already engraved with her name on it. That always seemed so morbid to me, yet I loved to look at the unusual grave markers and the dates when people died. I remember seeing the babies and children that died so young. A graveyard has a way of making time stand still and causing reflection in your soul.
Saturday my family plus my parents travelled to the Kirk Cemetary behind my Grandparent’s farm to decorate the family’s graves as tradition would have it. Here are some pictures of our trip to Allendale for the day. I’ve included the gravemarker’s of my ancestors. Hope you don’t find this creepy, somehow it holds a lot of importance to me. (Aunt Carolyn, here are some pictures of home!!)
This is a sign on the stage in the park located on the town’s square.
First Baptist Church of Allendale. This is another site on the square as we drive through town. This is the church my Grandparent’s attended, my Mom and Aunt attended all their growing up years, my Mom was married here and we spent many a Sunday warming the pews ourselves.
The view of the road to the farm house. It hadn’t changed a bit. Someone else is living in the house now, but it looks the same.
The back of Grandpa’s barn as we see it after leaving the cemetary.
Kirk Cemetary. You can see Grandpa’s barn way off in the distance. I used to get up in the hay mow and look out the window overlooking the cemetery.
Gilbert and Leona were my Grandparents. How I miss them! I’m glad I will see them again.
Victoria Evaline and William were my Grandmother’s parents. Evely was named after my Great Grandmother’s middle name.
Cora and William were my Grandpa’s parents.
The boys enjoyed all the flags in the cemetery.
After decorating the graves, we dropped Tom and Julian off at my Grandpa’s pond (yes, we got permission) and took the little ones to the park on the square. It was so hot and muggy so after a short time went back to pick them up. We pulled up on the road and when Tom saw us he made a mad dash for a stringer in the water and pulled up a huge bass. Julian had caught this one!!!
It’s a big one!!
On the way out of town we had to stop at the cafe in town for a huge plate of openfaced roast beef, gravy and mashed potatoes. Yummy!
It was a good day! One I will cherish in my heart. I miss the farm and the “old times”, but time has a way of moving us forward, leading down new paths and new beginnings. We will never forget this place, our origins and I hope never our ancestors. The heritage that I have is a godly one. The men and women that grace the branches of the family tree above me are noteworthy. They were tough, hardworking and all of them valued the importance of having Christ in your life.
â€œLife is not a journey to the grave with intentions of arriving safely in a pretty well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out and loudly proclaiming … WOW! What a ride!â€