My father was a disabled veteran of World War II, and Memorial Day brings back memories.
When I was growing up, people used to decorate the graves of war dead. Someone I work with shared a memory of her growing up in a small town near Binghamton, New York, where there would be a parade on Memorial Day and then people would throw lilacs into the river.
But now, it's time for some music.
Who are the Music Moves Me bloggers? We call ourselves 4Mers and this is who we are:
The Head 4M'er (Engineer) is XmasDolly. Her co-conductors are: ♥Callie of JAmerican Spice♥, (who right now is doing on and off visits) and ♥Stacy of Stacy Uncorked♥ Also, ♥Cathy from Curious as a Cathy♥ and ♥Michelle from Michelle's Musings and Merriment♥. And, ahem...me.
There is one piece of music for Memorial Day I want to share with you today.
"Taps" is a bugle call played on various military occasions, including becoming a standard at military burials. There are various theories of its origin, and how its name originated, but we do know it originated during the United States Civil War with Union troops, and spread into use by both sides in this war.
My summer camp used to play "Taps" when it was lights out for the campers (there were some military elements in the camp) and this song is wrapped up in many memories for me.)
Online, I also found this rewrite of the classic song "Halleluyah", honoring our veterans.
And finally, I grew up during the Vietnam War. In honor of those I know who served there, Paul Hardcastle's "19".
I am not a "poetry person" (although there are a couple of poets I do enjoy) but this poem always touches my heart. Written by a Canadian soldier in 1915 upon the battle death of his friend in Flanders, Belgium, during World War I.
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.
Next week (no self promotion here) I am the guest conductor setting the theme - I hope you come back and enjoy what the 4Mers do with it. See you then!