I just had to post this and who better to share it with than my friends that read this site.
Today I visited the Veterans Cemetery in Arneytown, yes it has a Wrightstown address but we all know Wrightstown is 10 miles away (10.11 to be exact), Brig. Gen. Wm. C. Doyle Veterans Memorial Cemetery, to be exact. If you ever feel your patriotism wavering or in need of recharge this is the place to go.
There is almost a funeral a day, sometimes more, I find that when I have been there and attended a military funeral I stand a little straighter and a lot more proud. I have atteded two, several years ago.
There is a web site called “Find-A-Grave”, it’s for those looking for the graves of loved ones or famous people, but someone has to post it first. Myself and Cheryl have been trying to post some of the graves in Groveville Cemetery.
You can also sign up as a volunteer photographer and fulfill requests of people all over the world to photograph their loved ones graves, many times it will be the request of someone in another state that cannot get here and would like to see the grave of a loved one or family member. You tell them how far of a radius you will travel and they will email you, you are not obligated, I have signed up as a volunteer photographer.
Today I was there fulfilling three requests, as I was walking from one to another I noticed an elderly man, maybe in his Eighties, walking carrying a folding chair. As I was photographing my last grave and walking back I saw him unfold the chair and sit down in the middle of a field of graves. My path took me near him, so I made it a point to walk closer. When I got to him I said “Good Morning”, he looked up and responded with a “Good Morning”. I said “Sure is a nice day” and he agreed. I looked at the grave and asked “A Friend”, he responded “I come here to visit my son”. I said “He is lucky to have you”, suddenly I was speachless, I could not say anything, I wished him a nice day, and I walked away.
It must have been my glasses or the sun, but suddenly everything was blurry, it was difficult to walk to my truck without tripping, so sad.
Several years ago I was there and there was a young woman with a small boy, the boy was about 6 he was wearing a Camo jacket, like a Military Field Jacket, they were sitting on a grave and the boy had some small toy trucks he was playing with and the mother was reading, I can only think she was visiting her husband and he, his father, once again my vision became blurry, it must have been the same glasses.
Today I visited the Veterans Cemetery in Arneytown, yes it has a Wrightstown address but we all know Wrightstown is 10 miles away (10.11 to be exact), Brig. Gen. Wm. C. Doyle Veterans Memorial Cemetery, to be exact. If you ever feel your patriotism wavering or in need of recharge this is the place to go.
There is almost a funeral a day, sometimes more, I find that when I have been there and attended a military funeral I stand a little straighter and a lot more proud. I have atteded two, several years ago.
There is a web site called “Find-A-Grave”, it’s for those looking for the graves of loved ones or famous people, but someone has to post it first. Myself and Cheryl have been trying to post some of the graves in Groveville Cemetery.
You can also sign up as a volunteer photographer and fulfill requests of people all over the world to photograph their loved ones graves, many times it will be the request of someone in another state that cannot get here and would like to see the grave of a loved one or family member. You tell them how far of a radius you will travel and they will email you, you are not obligated, I have signed up as a volunteer photographer.
Today I was there fulfilling three requests, as I was walking from one to another I noticed an elderly man, maybe in his Eighties, walking carrying a folding chair. As I was photographing my last grave and walking back I saw him unfold the chair and sit down in the middle of a field of graves. My path took me near him, so I made it a point to walk closer. When I got to him I said “Good Morning”, he looked up and responded with a “Good Morning”. I said “Sure is a nice day” and he agreed. I looked at the grave and asked “A Friend”, he responded “I come here to visit my son”. I said “He is lucky to have you”, suddenly I was speachless, I could not say anything, I wished him a nice day, and I walked away.
It must have been my glasses or the sun, but suddenly everything was blurry, it was difficult to walk to my truck without tripping, so sad.
Several years ago I was there and there was a young woman with a small boy, the boy was about 6 he was wearing a Camo jacket, like a Military Field Jacket, they were sitting on a grave and the boy had some small toy trucks he was playing with and the mother was reading, I can only think she was visiting her husband and he, his father, once again my vision became blurry, it must have been the same glasses.
Visiting His Son So many give so much that we can be free
3 comments:
Gary:
Your visit to the cemetery blurred my glasses, too. A very touching moment. You are a patriot along with those you visited.
Tom Glover
I don't wear glasses, but I think my monitor must need to be cleaned or something.
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Thanks
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