|Judy, visiting with British WWII vets at Normandy.|
But just like my visit to the American Cemetery in Normandy France, I was inspired to come back and dive into that time in our American History, and learn more about the people who ended up at Camp Chase. Who were the Texas Rangers? Was Maryland really a slave state, and who recently placed small state flags next to all of their sites? (I know that emblem now, thanks to the Big 10!) And really, what was a conscript? I knew I should know, but its meaning escaped me. And why did some markers say Citizen, I wondered.
And while standing among the markers, I of course let my memories fill with the final farewells to my parents, and the simple graveside funerals for both my grandmother and my aunt. And I reflected on how they influenced my life through the way they lived theirs, and instead of crying in sadness, I drew in a deep breath, raised my head toward the warm sun, and smiled, filled with the inspiration they had each given me to make the most of my own walk.
Whether it is visiting the graveyard at the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi just beyond Saint Kateri Tekakwitha in Santa Fe, or the above ground grave sites and burial vaults at cemeteries in New Orleans and Savanah, cemeteries and graveyards are places that always inspire me to learn more. By the way, did you know that a graveyard is attached or connected to a church and a cemetery is not? That’s the difference, and I just learned that a couple of years ago.