I often scan the freebies on Craig’s List looking for wood. Saturday, Aug. 14, 2010, I spied an American Flag. I responded thinking it deserves to be flown or properly disposed of, not thrown in the garbage. It was only a couple miles from my house, so I drove over to pick it up after the response with an address. It had been her mother’s flag and was in pristine condition. It was either new or had been indoors. It had definitely been displayed; there was thread holding one of the brackets in place as it wasn’t tight enough to grip the pole.
Tonight as she looks down on earth, I hope she sees her flag in the light of my solar lights. I can’t help but think of my folks who have flown a flag every day for many decades. My neighbor across the street can look out and see my flag; day or night. He always flew one when he was able. I haven’t seen him outdoors this year yet. He quit flying it a couple years ago when he was in a nursing home for a few weeks. He and my folks put it out every morning and brought it in at sunset everyday. Being the lazy cuss I am, I put lights on my flag pole so it can be out 24/7 ;-))
-- "some old things are lovely, warm still with life ... of the forgotten men who made them." - D.H. Lawrence