Today,
I’ll share a memory. When I was a young girl, we didn’t call the upcoming
holiday, Memorial Day. Instead it was called Decoration Day, because people
would decorate the graves of loved ones who had died, especially veterans.
There was always a parade through town and the high school band would march,
etc. Then, we would usually drive the hour-and-a-half from Union, to Laddonia,
Missouri to visit the cemeteries and lay the wreaths. (My brother still took my
Mom to do that every year until just a couple of years before she died - then,
she insisted he do it without her.)
Growing
up, in most of the dime stores and general stores, there would be rows and rows
of styrofoam wreaths and crosses covered with plastic flowers and a large
ribbon, so people could buy them to put on the graves. (Do they even make those
anymore? They sure weren’t environmentally friendly, and most of them were kind
of ugly.)
Funny
thing is, shortly after my husband and I were married, while he was finishing
his bachelor’s degree, I worked in a factory in Boliver, Missouri, called
Teter’s Floral Products. It produced those plastic wreaths for grave sites.
Sometimes my job was to staple the cardboard boxes together. For that, I stood
in front of a machine, folded in two edges of the box, and used a foot petal to
put staples in the folded ends. Then, I'd flip the box and do the other side.
Except, the staples came out two in quick succession (Ka-chunk, ka-chunk) so,
the trick was to get the first staple in, then move the box across fast enough
so the second staple secured the other end - and didn’t end up in the middle of
one of the sides. My hands were really cut up and raw from doing that job. These
were assembly line jobs, and, at other times, I would attach the wreaths to the
inside of the box. For that I would stand at a big machine that ran a huge
staple up from underneath. I positioned the box with the wreath inside over the
staple head, and I had some sort of wooden tool that I pressed the top of the
wreath with, so when the staple came up it would secure the wreath to the box.
We put two large staples in each – one at the top and one at the bottom. But, I
didn’t have to work quite as fast as with the box stapler. Each staple came up
individually, giving me more time to reposition the box for the second staple.
Amazingly, while I worked there, we were so busy, they were always asking us to
work overtime!
I
was only there a few months, and never developed the speed of most of the other
workers. I was happy when Bob graduated and I could leave that job.
Since
we often remember veterans on Memorial Day, I’ll explain here why neither my
father nor either of my grandfathers were veterans. (However, my husband’s father was. He
served in Greenland in the Army Air Corps during WWII.)
My
grandfather Wade died in 1916, (before the “Great War”) when my father was only
3 yrs. old. However, had he lived, since he was in his 40’s and had a ranch, he
probably wouldn’t have been called to serve. He would have been needed on the
ranch.
My
Grandfather Haycraft had a large farm and the food he produced was needed, so
he was never drafted. (I do have a copy of his draft registration, though.)
WWII
came along about the time my father was of an age to serve, but, when he had
his physical, they thought they saw something on his lungs, so he was exempted.
(There never proved to be any physical problem, though. It was probably a fault
with the equipment. But, that’s why he didn’t serve.) He did spend some time in
the CCCs, but, so far, I haven’t had any luck finding the records that would
tell me exactly where he served with them.
We do have several veterans in the family, though. My brother, E.F., was in the U.S.
Air Force in Germany in 1961 when the wall went up. (We all rejoiced when it came down in 1989)
My
brother, Jim, was in the U.S. Army and earned a purple heart in Vietnam, but he
never wants to talk about it.
My
husband served in the U. S. Army, and, our oldest son, Bob, was in the U.S. Navy.
I
am grateful for the freedoms we have in America (freedoms that made it possible
for the gospel to be restored in these last days) and for the men and women who
have fought to preserve those freedoms. Today, many of our religious freedoms
are at risk, and each of us must do all we can to preserve them.
