On Memorial Day, we usually try to get to our town's parade in the morning. This year was no different, except one of our own was able to participate. Livvi marched in the parade this year as a part of her American Heritage Girls troop. It was great seeing her walking down the street waving to people.
Something I can't seem to overcome, though, is the emotion I feel about our vets. I feel like an idiot to some degree when I am fighting back tears during this parade. Whether it is an 80-something year old vet from Pearl Harbor riding in the parade or a 20-something year old vet at the airport leaving for duty, I have an incredible amount of pride for them (to the point of tears many times)! We have an incredible country with some pretty incredible people. Our vets are the finest.
When I started writing this, I thought we had two vets in our extended family. However, after a quick poll, it turns out there are at least eleven (within the last 2-3 generations)! I'm sure there may be others. Here are the ones we know about:
- Heather's dad (my father-in-law), Joe Ness
- Heather's uncle, Don Page
- My uncle (Dad's brother), Bill Shaut
- My dad's uncle, Les Shaut
- My dad's uncle, Eddie Shaut
- My dad's uncle, George Streeter
- My mom's cousin, Henry Maines
- My mom's aunt, Jeanne Shirey
- My mom's uncle, Clarence McNett
- Heather's dad's uncle, Herbert D. Ness
- Heather's dad's uncle, James Ness (at age 15, lied about his age to join army, and served with Teddy Roosevelt in the Rough Riders)
(If I missed any, please add them via a comment to this entry)
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