Little Buckaroo had fun, but just could not understand why his dad would not put up a Betsy Ross flag, which his favorite. We explained that our state was not even represented on the Betsy Ross as we are not one of the original colonies. That really did not matter, he still likes the Betsy Ross and asked if his dad could get one. In the end, he settled for this one and after he was able to run around the schoolhouse and play a while he forgot all about his disappointment that there were 50 stars rather than 13.
The Buckaroos are saluting the flag as it is being raised, but the sun got to be a little too much and the salute became a way to block the sun from their eyes.
What a sight, I had chills. I am so proud to be an American.
Here is Papaw's WWII uniform on display at the Park. Interestingly enough, Big Buckaroo's grandparents lived in the same house for a lot of years and it was sold after Papaw's death in 1998. About 3 weeks ago we found out that Papaw's WWII trunk that included this uniform was still in the attic of that house. Yes, 10 years later, it was still there and the owners of the home were happy to let us retrieve it.
Later in the day our good friends came over for burgers, some real good grass-fed beef burgers that Big Buckaroo cooked to perfection. It was a wonderful day!
I hope you all had a wonderful Memorial Day.
The Park Wife