This holiday in the States began after the Civil War. Southern women would gather at the battlefield cemeteries and lay flowers on the graves of the fallen, remembering them for their gallant effort. The rest of the country picked up on it after World War I, probably earlier in most places, but eventually it became a national holiday and was expanded to include the fallen from all wars.
However, it never meant that to us growing up. It meant the beginning of summer. Public swimming pools opened on Memorial Day. The beach businesses opened up on Memorial Day after being closed all winter. Thousands and thousands of people, young and old, but especially the young, spilled out of the woodwork and into the sun. So, to honor that tradition, I'm off to a ballgame. Joseph got tickets to see the Giants play somebody.
The rest of the week-end will be spent cleaning the garage and the deck. I would like to see a play that's in town and Sunday evening is the last performance. There's always something.
Here's hoping you have a good Memorial Day, whatever your memories.