Greetings! Gee, it is good to get the spring flu over with, and let me tell you, that junk just tries to keep holding on and keeps you awake coughing all night long! So, if you hear someone coughing, run the other way; well, some of us older Seniors, might not be able to move that fast, so just keep on walking!

Greetings! Gee, it is good to get the spring flu over with, and let me tell you, that junk just tries to keep holding on and keeps you awake coughing all night long! So, if you hear someone coughing, run the other way; well, some of us older Seniors, might not be able to move that fast, so just keep on walking!

Goodness gracious! I hope most of you savvy seniors read Senator Ron Sharp’s column this past week, along with several of our other legislators’ recent columns! It seems all of them have really been working for all Oklahomans; but, so has Congressman James Lankford. All Oklahomans should be proud of him, especially when Fox news interviews him on various topics!

The area cemeteries are looking great, but especially after holidays, with numerous floral arrangements. Since I had been sick for three weeks with the spring flu (crud), most of the local shelves were almost empty of floral arrangements.

I recall traipsing through many rural cemeteries with my mother. During those years, everyone that had loved ones laid to rest, took boxes of fried chicken, fried pies, and boiled eggs, along with their hoes and shovels. It was hard work, with plenty of stickers to be pulled out of socks, feet, and the hems of dresses, with tired bodies at the end of the day.

If you notice, I said: “Dresses!” In those years, women didn’t wear what was called pants! They wore dresses and bonnets, and rode in wagons over those dry, dusty roads. If there had been a spring rain, there would be deep ruts that Papa would try to get the wagon wheels in between the ruts, so the ride would be smoother down those dusty old roads!

The children were at the back of the wagons, with their feet hanging off, while mothers told them not to mash the beautiful red and pink roses that had been cut from the rose bushes in the front yard. There were also some flowers and several rose bushes in buckets that would be planted at the head of the loved ones’ graves. There weren’t any flower shops or florists available and even if they had been, it was during the war years, and there wouldn’t have been any money to have purchased them, anyhow.

I recall Papa had worn his new blue bib-overalls and stood with the other men, smoking their pipes, packed full of cotton-bowl twisted tobacco. While unloading hoes, rakes and shovels, they talked about farming and their new born calves. Also, they noticed several new graves had been added through the winter, due to the bad flu, measles or pneumonia.

All the “folks” from near and far looked forward to seeing family members and all the new babies. It seemed some families had a new baby every spring! The aroma of those buckets of fried chicken, cakes and pies were almost too much to have to wait until the women spread out the food and bragged on each other’s children and new bonnets.

It was an all-day event, with Mama and Papa getting up before dawn of day, in order to get the chicken fried and Papa tending to the hogs, horses, chickens and cows. Of course, as my brothers got older, they helped him do the chores, while my sister and I made beds and carried buckets of water in to wash the dishes and pots and pans, that Mama had messed up, while cooking all that delicious food!

Oh, my, I can still smell her mincemeat pies, coconut three-layer cake, all of which made our mouths water! I had to roll the lemons, in order to get them soft so my sister could squeeze out the juice for Mama’s gallons of lemonade. We didn’t have any ice, but Mama wet towels with some cold well-water, that would keep the jars cool until we could fill our glasses at lunch. Those glasses, had once been filled with Garrett’s sweet snuff for Papa.

Now, time has changed everything. It is often, lonely, elderly spouses, alone, drive to the cemeteries, because all the children live in other states; their spouse was laid to rest, along with all their elderly friends. They will also leave a bought floral arrangement or view one they had called the floral shop to place. Then, there’s the lonely trip back home……but, the heart feels good, because the loved one’s favorite flowers had been placed by their monument.

Another year has passed…..but, Memorial Day will always be a special time, especially for those that visit their loves ones graveside, and recall how they had placed flowers on the loved ones lost in past wars.

Proverbs 10:7a – “The memory of the just is blessed.”