A Memorial Day Tradition Lives on 39 Years Later

Visiting graves of family members - regardless if I, or the kids, know them - is a tradition that will continue.

I often write about family traditions, and this weekend is one of my favorites for it reminds me of my Dad.

My parents married when my mother was 25 and my father was 50. Having found himself a widower with two teenage kids, he was lucky enough to be able to move forward and begin a “second” family with a wonderful lady and three more little girls.

As a child, I had a Mom who was the same age as everyone else’s moms and a Dad who would often be mistaken for my grandfather. Of course, my sisters and I didn’t find it at all unique until we got older and realized that our family was different than most.

Because he had grown up at a different time, we knew more about the Great Depression, Ted Williams and WWII than most elementary school age girls. Along with his stories, though, came traditions from an era that many of our friends couldn’t appreciate – and one of those was what Memorial Day really meant.

Each year, he would go to the market and buy flowers to plant on the graves of relatives that had passed on. Granted, they were usually cheap red geraniums (or whatever was on sale), and we liked to think that this was due to his Depression-era frugality rather than his lack of floral taste. Either way, Bill Meek, well into his 60s, would pack up his little girls and head off to pay his respects.

We would find ourselves in here in Dedham (where my grandmother Rose is buried) and St. Joseph’s in West Roxbury to adorn the grave of his first wife, Jean.

I remember the sunny days, the dirt between my fingers, those red geraniums and the silent prayers while in front of the headstones. We had never met either of these women but we knew that it was important to him – and therefore it was important to us.

My father passed away at the age of 85 while I was pregnant with my first son. Before Ben was born, I went to Brookdale to find the grave of my grandmother and said a little prayer. I’ll admit, I was praying for an easy labor, but a Shumway tradition had been born.

Ben arrived in March and on his first Memorial Day, I brought that infant back to plant flowers at the graves of his great grandmother and even at Jean’s. Knowing that my father would have appreciated someone tending to these women when he no longer could gave the experience that much more meaning.

Eleven years later, we all hit the flower market on Memorial Day weekend, pack up our gardening tools and watering cans and head out to continue the tradition. We now count my husband’s great grandparents and great uncles (who are also buried at St. Joseph’s) as places we visit and the kids help plant flowers, tidy up the markers and say prayers.

I love watching them take so seriously a tribute that is 39 years in the making, even though they, same as I, never knew the relatives that they are praying to. I can only hope that when they are parents, they make the same trip with their kids and pass it on to them.

And if they buy the cheap red geraniums, all the better.

Lisa Moran May 29, 2011 at 11:39 PM
This had always been a tradition that I did with my Grandmother as well We would travel to Medford to visit my Great Grandmother's grave as well as to my Grandfather's in Mattapan. I remember those days like they were yesterday. Fast forward to marriage & kids - we have additional relatives to visit and ids to take with us - and we have not been so good about going. It's been awhile since I was there - reading your article makes me think that maybe tomorrow before baseball I should vsisit my Grandmother's grave.....and let her know how much I really miss her!
Alex Shumway May 31, 2011 at 01:21 AM
Thanks for writing this, Lisa! I have been overwhelmed by how many people have told me how much they liked this week's column and that it made them think about loved ones who have passed away and how they can honor them. We all get sidetracked by sports, obligations, LIFE really - that its hard to slow down and visit graves. Did you make it to the cemetery?
Lisa Moran May 31, 2011 at 01:02 PM
YES!! Not only did I make it to visit my Grandmother & Grandfather's grave, I took the ENTIRE family with me!! They are buried in the Veteran's section at Mt. Hope - so what an honor to see all the flags and honor all of those men & women on that special day. And, then life grabbed us right back and off we went to baseball (I meant to mention it to you there - I knew you would be proud of me!). Thanks for the "kick in the butt" I needed - My Grandmother had been on my mind so much lately - glad I got to tell her so! (And apparently looking back at my earlier post, I can not spell on the weekends!!)


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