Today is Veterans Day. When I was growing up my mom would take all of us kids up to Idaho for a month during the summer. We would spend the time at her parents house (grandma and grandpa's). It was great to escape the heat for a month and spend time with extended family. Every summer I looked forward to the good times, good food, and good company.
One of my most memorable activities was traveling to the local cemetery and viewing the family plots on Sunday afternoons. Cemeteries are a little spooky at night, but I think during the day they offer a sort of reverent atmosphere. I was always impressed by the flags that adorned the graves of those who had served our country. That small town in southern Idaho illustrated to my young mind what it meant to be patriotic. In front of the local church there is a monument with the names of those from the community who had served in war. Several names of my great-aunts and uncles are on that monument.
I'm grateful for freedom that allowed me to live in a place where I could travel to see family, eat good food, and enjoy being a kid during those cool summers.
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