It’s Memorial Day Weekend, unofficial beginning of summer here in the United States. These unofficial starts vary across nations and cultures. Up across the border in Canada, Victoria Day last week marked this cultural beginning of summer. And of course for those who follow the old traditions, we are well into summer by now, for the gentle season began with May Day at the start of the month. But here in the States, it is Memorial Day Weekend, the three day weekend, that really launches us into summer. Seasonal beach towns are changed overnight into bustling centers of activity. It’s a weekend for baseball games and boating and the firing-up of grills across this great land. Our focus shifts, rather dramatically, outward.
Memorial Day itself has an interesting history, and since the Book of Days is a blog that explores seasonal traditions, it’s one that we’ll delve into on the 30th of May, its traditional date. The problem with Memorial Day is that Congress, in its wisdom, created a three-day weekend out of the holiday back in 1968 when it passed the Uniform Monday Holiday Act. It sounds very bureaucratic and uninspired and the idea was that we would now celebrate certain national holidays as long weekends, as a matter of convenience. And it certainly is convenient, but it also has the unintended effect of watering down the importance of the actual holidays that are being celebrated. The result is that Memorial Day becomes a day––or a weekend––dominated by burgers and beer and traffic and commerce as we rush off to cookouts, beach homes, and appliance sales… all of which are as far removed from the day’s original intent as can be.
Memorial Day itself began as Decoration Day––a day to decorate the graves of those who had died in service to their country. As with most holidays of this nature, there is some ambiguity and uncertainty as to its true origins, with many communities claiming to originate Decoration Day practices, but all of these stories begin with the American Civil War. By the late 1860s, communities in both the South and the North began the practice of honoring those who had died in battle in the war with a Decoration Day holiday in early summer, and eventually the practice expanded to include those who had died in all American wars, rather than solely the Civil War.
Being the traditionalist that I am, I’m saving that discussion for Memorial Day’s proper date, May 30. My personal view is that it’s fine to celebrate the start of summer this weekend. Holidays do evolve and change and there’s no sense pretending this weekend is not a national welcoming of summer. So go on, enjoy the hot dogs, the burgers, the cole slaw, the s’mores. Even this is tradition, so embrace it, have a wonderful time. I think the 30th, though, is a fine time to remember the solemn beginnings of this national holiday. Congress may have given us a long weekend, but it’s up to each of us to do the memorializing.
The image above is one of my favorites: It’s the Cutrone family on a summer beach outing, probably at Sheepshead Bay in Brooklyn, where Grandma had a bungalow. The little boy in the shorts with the sun in his eyes is my dad, and those are all my aunts and uncles before they were aunts and uncles, and my grandparents, circa 1930s.
Thanks for taking the time to share. In thinking about this weekend, I was thinking about cookouts and boating and bike riding but you’ve now put it back into perspective! Thanks John
All good things to keep in mind, Glenn!
I don’t agree with your evaluation of the weekend’s celebrations. Turn on the news and you can see numerous tributes from around the country to those Americans who died in war. Home town parades and celebrations include readings of the names of those who sacrificed their lives. As I watch the news now I see the massive demonstration by motorcyclists who go to Washington, meeting at the memorials. It is May 30 that has lost its meaning, not Memorial Day.
Thanks Jody. Maybe I should get a TV. You know, I actually intended to change the title of this post from its working title to something else. But before I could, I clicked PUBLISH rather than UPDATE after a text edit, and suddenly it was too late to change the title. I fear my title may be a little strong. I was going to shift the title to just “Summertime”. Alas, it now is what it is. Thank you for your insight; much appreciated.
On Decoration Day, I remember riding my decorated bike( the spokes of the wheels were woven with red.white and blue crepe paper.The handles of the bike was wrapped with streamers hanging from them) to the parade with my Dad.We carried little flags and most of neighbors decorated their bikes too.After the parade we would all together ride our bikes home together,
The memories still brings a smile on my face
On Declaration Day we always went to THE parade to honor our soldiers.
Memories involving bikes and summer are often some of the very best memories, Carol.
Thank you for making some comments about the bridging of tradition, meaning and what we, as a people, actually do on this long weekend. For my part, usually all holidays are contemplative times. Noone in my close family died in a war, but all the men served – my Dad and two uncles. My Dad’s ashes are in Willamette National Cemetary in Portland, so sometimes I go to visit and think. What I remember is the red paper poppies from childhood, the poem “In Flanders Fields” learned in the third grade, the fluttering
of too many flags on rows and rows of graves. The tomb of the Unknown Soldier. And at the same time, I welcome light and summer in my own, quiet way. Anticipating peaches and melons,
long evening walks in lingering twilight, the scent of new-mown grass…It’s all good. Thank you, John.
I agree, Paula. All of it is good. I was knee deep in the Atlantic today and thinking of “In Flanders Fields” myself. It’s good to have the mix of both aspects of this day/weekend.