The years, like the caissons, go rolling along.

11-11-15

Today was Veterans Day – a time to honor our men and women who fought for this country.

In the words of the famous poet Maya Angelou:  “how important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes!”

I started to choose a stock photo to accompany today’s post, but my childhood friend, artist Maggie Rust, changed her Facebook profile picture to feature her latest acrylic painting “Lest We Forget – 2015”, so that is where this pretty poppies photo originates.

The early morning hours today were thick like pea soup and I could hear the foghorn some two miles away sounding its ominous call for anyone out on the Wyandotte waterways.

But, finally, when it was time to leave, the fog had lifted, but it was still a tad murky out and when I passed Ford Park, the trees looked spindly and seemed to fade away in ghost-like images.

The rain yesterday took its toll on the leaves which had previously been skittering around the streets and lawns and now they were glommed onto the sidewalk, all wet and slippery.  I really had to pay attention while walking so I didn’t wipe out.

It seemed that the more delicate annuals, especially those still in porch pots, took a direct hit between the rain and the frost because they were looking withered and bedraggled today.  That is, all but the Flowering Kale in one homeowner’s front garden – it is still as bright and vibrant as it was in mid-Summer.  I wended my way down through Wyandotte, to the railroad tracks and back – that being part one of my trek.

The last leg of my journey ended with a trip to Memorial Park to visit the memorial for the City’s war dead from World War II and the Korean and Vietnam Wars.  In recent years they have been refurbishing the three old bronze plaques on the memorial, and I noted they’ve added a new name to the Korean War dead plaque.  The name looks out of place with its stark-white lettering as the other names on the list have long since gone from a pleasant-looking patina to a darkened brass.

It is still difficult for me to remember that Veterans Day here in America is used to celebrate the lives of living veterans and their service to our country, in contrast to Memorial Day which honors those who perished in various wars to date.  In Canada where I grew up, a day to honor our war dead occurred on November 11th, but was called Remembrance Day.  It was a day to remember any deceased war hero and everyone wore their soft, flocked poppy proudly.  As a young child, I can remember my mom pinning my poppy on my school outfit and carefully laying a handkerchief over it, so it would not come loose from my clothes and drop into the street as I walked to school.  Everyone was sporting poppies in the weeks leading up to Veterans Day.  I recall, as schoolchildren we would observe a few minutes of silence in the morning and we’d bow our heads in prayer for those lives lost in war.

But sadly, there was no one at the memorial today – there never is, except during the Memorial Day parade and post-parade services when a trio of wreaths are propped up at the foot of the large stone memorial – one wreath for each war.

Though I’ve never lost any family or friends due to war, my heart goes out to those who have suffered the tragedy that war often brings.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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7 Responses to The years, like the caissons, go rolling along.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    It was a beautiful day for parades and family gatherings. We all thank the hero’s and the she-rest for are freedom.

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  2. Marge Aubin says:

    Aw it changed my word from she-roes to she-rest.

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  3. marianne Letasi says:

    We had the same tributes here when i was a child…i recall buying those poppies and wearing them proudly … patriotism was much stronger in my youth, but i’m glad to see the honor we bestow upon our warriors… i’m afraid it will die out with the last of those from WWII..Your blog is beautifully written, and i was on that walk with you.

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    • lindasschaub says:

      I agree with you as to the patriotism Marianne. I can’t say that I ever see those poppies on a pin anymore; I remember being surprised that Remembrance Day or Armistice Day in Canada was a bigger event than Veterans Day here in the States when I first moved here (I was 10 and it was 1966). I forgot just how many WWII vets are still left – the media always mentions it but I believe they did so with the big anniversary this year. It is moving to hear the older veterans get emotional, after all these years, about their comrades that were lost. Thank you for the comments about feeling like you are along on the walk. My friend and neighbor, Marge Aubin, who was the one who got me started writing the blog, often says that as well. So now there are two of you who enjoy the walk vicariously as much as I do as I am walking – I will get to 600 miles this weekend – usually I get 500 miles and am happy for that. The weather might be bad tomorrow for a walk, but I won’t complain as long as we don’t lose power or have damage with these unrelenting winds. – Linda

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  4. Marge Aubin says:

    The poppies are beautiful. Your friend does very nice work.

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    • lindasschaub says:

      I thought so too Marge – I told Maggie that they looked “pickable” and I remembered how you used to grow them in your yard close to the fence line. They were beautiful, delicate and really too bad they didn’t last very long. I think you named “Poppy” for them as your poppies were more orange-y.

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