Every year around Memorial Day my mother travels to the various cemeteries where we have family members buried to place flowers and flags on the graves of our loved ones. This has been a tradition for as long as I remember.
This past week my mother, Travis (my grandson) and I traveled over 500 miles visiting three cemeteries in various places in north central and eastern Pennsylvania. We traveled two separate days. Mom had a great time showing Travis the house she was born in and several other places where she lived in the past with my step father. It was exhausting, but it was also a time for great-grandmother to share her heritage with today’s generation.