Memorial Day Remembrance

 

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

 

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

 

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

 

by John McCrae, May 1915

 

 



This week-end is our annual Memorial Day Celebration, which at our house is always enhanced by celebrating Rick’s birthday. We all have our favorite recipes, but before we get to the food, there’s the BBQ fire to get just right. Here’s a short video about how to get your charcoal briquettes burning without lighter fluid. Hope you find it useful.