Showing posts with label Decoration Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Decoration Day. Show all posts

Monday, May 30, 2016

We used to call it 'Decoration Day'


Growing up in the 1950's, my folks always called what we now know as Memorial Day, Decoration Day. I'm guessing they both grew up knowing this special day as Decoration Day, not Memorial Day. Both my parents were veterans of the Second World War.

Memorial Day History

"Three years after the Civil War ended, on May 5, 1868, the head of an organization of Union veterans — the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR) — established Decoration Day as a time for the nation to decorate the graves of the war dead with flowers. Maj. Gen. John A. Logan declared that Decoration Day should be observed on May 30. It is believed that date was chosen because flowers would be in bloom all over the country.

The first large observance was held that year at Arlington National Cemetery, across the Potomac River from Washington, D.C.

The ceremonies centered around the mourning-draped veranda of the Arlington mansion, once the home of Gen. Robert E. Lee. Various Washington officials, including Gen. and Mrs. Ulysses S. Grant, presided over the ceremonies. After speeches, children from the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Orphan Home and members of the GAR made their way through the cemetery, strewing flowers on both Union and Confederate graves, reciting prayers and singing hymns."

Read more here: http://www.va.gov/opa/speceven/memday/history.asp

Memorial Day is not to be confused with Veterans Day; Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving, while Veterans Day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans.

I have one family member who died serving in the War between the States; my 2nd Great Grandfather Hiram Collins, who died while serving with The 14th Kentucky Volunteer Infantry Company K, Union Army, he succumbed to typhoid fever. I haven't been able to find where he is buried. He served along side his 1st cousin Allen Collins, son of Joshua Collins.

The National Moment of Remembrance encourages all Americans to pause wherever they are at 3 p.m. local time on Memorial Day for a minute of silence to remember and honor those who have died in service to the nation.

Memorial Day
 
Today is Memorial Day.
We're paying tribute to those who died for the USA.
Many soldiers died so that we can be free.
It means a lot to you and it means a lot to me.
Some fought with guns, others fought with tanks.
They gave everything for us and I give my thanks.
  Randy Johnson
 

Monday, May 25, 2015

Decoration Day aka Memorial Day




Below is Theodore O'Hara's poem, "Bivouac of the Dead." It was written in 1847 in memory of Kentucky troops killed in the Mexican War, but is today famous as a Memorial Day poem because various lines, including the first stanza, are inscribed at places in Arlington Cemetery, including at the McClellan Gate:





Bivouac of the Dead

The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents to spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round

The bivouac of the dead.

No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
Nor troubled thought at  midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dreams alarms;
No braying horn or screaming fife
At dawn shall call to arms.

Their shriveled swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed,
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed
Are free from anguish now.

The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast, 
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout, are past;
Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that nevermore may feel
The rapture of the fight.

Like the fierce Northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with triumph, yet to gain,
Come down the serried foe,
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew the watchword of the day
Was "Victory or death!