tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post3270550263736470730..comments2023-04-06T10:30:07.575-04:00Comments on Words from Washington: Leaving a Legacy - Reflections on Memorial DayDonna Claycomb Sokolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17814361844932567318noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-69967761995674060962013-05-28T19:34:41.875-04:002013-05-28T19:34:41.875-04:00I want to be remembered as a woman who dared. I h...I want to be remembered as a woman who dared. I have some work to do.Susannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17712899963087465744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31081635.post-22078535297227317522013-05-28T10:51:29.983-04:002013-05-28T10:51:29.983-04:00Every Memorial Day, I would visit three or four ce...Every Memorial Day, I would visit three or four cemeteries with my parents, decorating graves and pulling weeds. It was, and is a tradition that I miss ... now that I don't live in Oklahoma. It was family time for us. We would not only talk about beloved family members who had gone before us, but I'd always learn something new about who was related to whom. Coming from a family of geneologists, I always found cemeteries to be a combination of museum and playground. Occasional family reunions might include a large tent and potluck meal on the edge of the cemetery. For us, it was a custom that was deeply personal. Friends may have been at the lake or doing Memorial Day cookouts. We made Memorial Day OUR day ... just for family stuff ... and for remembering those we loved.Jerry Robersonnoreply@blogger.com