We stayed home, today. I understand there was a lot of bagpipe playing at ceremonies in cemeteries, but we didn't hear any.

We travelled up the Colorado River, yesterday, to the town my mom and dad grew up in. Went to the cemetery where all of my grandparents and some great-grandparents are buried, along with my mom and various aunts and uncles. Met all of my cousins most of whom I'd not seen since the late 60's. The cemetery is one of my favourite places. I saw a lot of flowers, but not any more flags than usual, though there may have been more put up, today. Out of all of my relatives, I cannot think of a one who died in service. Some died from service related injuries or PTSD, many years later, but none in the line of duty, which seems extraordinary considering many of them went through the two world wars, and subsequent ones.

It was a peacfeful and delightful visit which turned my mind to old times, old folks, and the old stories.

Thanks, Banj,

kat