There is a running joke in our family that Memorial Day happens more than once a year. The kids think it's the holiday that come around in the calendar way more than any other holiday. Now we say it's always Memorial Day and never Christmas! (a reference to
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. We are grateful the younger generation seem to appreciate and love this tradition-- even if it does come around so often. They are learning the stories-- they chuckle over some things and some relatives, but they love it and and sinks in.
Greta and Jules-- the littlest cousins.
Cousin love
Uncle Lane and Aunt Diane with a few of the Clark cousins-- me, Brig, Chip, Richie, and Christy
Sharing more stories at my dad's Richards grandparents gravesite.
My dad sharing stories of his parents at Valley View cemetery
A quick stop at Abe's great grandparents at the same cemetery
Two Jolley Foxes
Lunch with the whole gang at Apollo Burgers
These two had a table all to themselves
Next stop-- Brigham Young's gravesite and memorial. Just a few of his grandchildren:)
Peter and Peter at Memory Grove. This is often our final stop on Memorial to visit the marker for my dad's Uncle Hugh who died when his ship the U.S.S. Johnston went down in the Pacific.
Dad recounts the story each year and the grandchildren are enthralled.
You can never have too many pictures---- Cannon's face would suggest otherwise
It was a perfect Memorial Day.
