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  • Guest Column: The meaning and history of Memorial Day

    File photo, marchers pause to read a prayer during a Memorial Day observance at Sylvan Cemetery in 2019.

    By Michael Bullington–
    The traditional annual observance of Memorial Day will again take place at Sylvan Cemetery at 7401 Auburn Blvd. on Monday, May 31, at 11 a.m. The ceremony will be preceded by a procession through the cemetery, so it is advisable to arrive early to be able to observe or participate in the festivities.

    Now, if you were to be asked to explain the meaning of Memorial Day, how would you respond? And correspondingly, the meaning of Veterans Day?

    I daresay that not many except those who served or lost a loved one could answer either question, nor grasp the full significance of the occasion. Hence, this column.

    Memorial Day represents those that gave their lives in defense of this country throughout our nation’s history. It is a subset of all those who served, which are commemorated on Veterans Day, which is always observed on the 11th of November. More on that in a moment.

    The beginnings of Memorial Day observances began during the Civil War. As such observances for Union dead occurred throughout the country, a federal day of commemoration on May 30 was created in 1868, three years after the end of the war.

    By 1890, the then-called “Decoration Day” was recognized as an official holiday in all Northern states. In the Confederate tradition of state sovereignty, a day of remembrance was celebrated by each Southern state, according to the state’s preference.

    After World War I, the entire nation celebrated a day of memorial for the fallen in all of our nation’s conflicts. The day was codified into law in 1968 with the passage of the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, which was designed to create a three-day weekend for federal employees. The first official celebration of Memorial Day as the last Monday in May began in 1971.

    Memorial Day is observed by visits to local cemeteries, parades and the customary barbecue, also marking the unofficial beginning of summer. Yet another tradition that marks the occasion is the wearing of a red poppy.

    The poppy tradition was inspired by the poem “In Flanders Fields,” written in 1915 by Canadian surgeon John McCrae, after the Second Battle of Ypres in Belgium (Flanders), in which the Germans used chlorine gas for the first time.

    The Allies suffered 87,000 casualties, including the death of Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, a friend of McCrae’s. McCrae was struck by the emergence of the bright red flower growing amidst the devastated landscape left by the battle and penned the famous poem, which follows:

    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

    Whereas the red poppy is worn throughout the US on Memorial Day, it is worn on “Remembrance” or “Armistice” Day throughout the United Kingdom and its dominions (Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa and Newfoundland) which rallied to the common defense of the British crown in the First World War.

    Finally, an excerpt from Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, his tribute to those lives sacrificed in the eponymous battle of the Civil War:

    “[W]e can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

    “It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

    Michael Bullington

    Michael Bullington has been a resident of Citrus Heights for over 30 years and submits guest columns on various historic dates throughout the year. The Sentinel welcomes guest opinion columns from Citrus Heights residents. To submit an article for publication, click here.

  • Guest Column: Why is Good Friday called ‘good’?

    By Citrus Heights resident Michael Bullington–
    My memories of Good Friday observance are rooted in my childhood when my family, relatives and friends would make the trip to church to follow the Stations of the Cross. It was the somber response of the faithful to the awful events of that day two millennia ago when an innocent Man was hung on a cross to placate the religious and government authorities of the day.

    Michael Bullington
    Michael Bullington

    The Stations traced the chronology between His judgment before the Roman governor earlier in the day to the laying of His body in a sepulcher in the early evening. Each station recalled one sad event after another. Not a word was spoken during the observance, except for the soft murmuring of prayers.

    Lighting was natural with the exception of candles, which could be lit by the congregants, who donated for the rite. The rest of the day and evening was spent under the heaviness of that day’s significance.

    And yet it has forever been memorialized as Good Friday. How strange, isn’t it?

    I used to ponder how it came to be called “good.” It wasn’t until my early 30’s that the reason became clear to me.

    On July 6, 1984, God opened my eyes through the miracle of a second birth. He revealed how His Son suffered and died for my sins, so that I might have eternal life (John 3:16). It was His death that became good for us, because it opened the door of eternal life to all who place their faith in Him.

    The best way I can communicate the goodness of Good Friday is through a memory of our kids when they were ages 4 and 2.

    I used to bathe our daughter, Michelle, and our son, Daniel, together. One routine summer evening as their bath was ending, Michelle complained with tears in her eyes that Daniel had hit her. I didn’t see the dirty deed, but it was evident from Daniel’s expression and body language that he had done something mean to his sister. So, I told her to dry off and go around the corner of the bathroom, out of sight of her brother, so that I could administer the hand of justice to the seat of knowledge.

    I told Daniel to turn around and I then proceeded to hit my exposed thigh (I was in shorts) with a resounding slap. He turned around in a quandary, obviously relieved. Michelle came back into the bathroom and complained, “Daddy, Daniel’s not crying.”

    Obviously not wanting to disappoint our oldest child’s thirst for justice, I instructed her once again to leave, and then turned my attention to Daniel. He turned around, with noticeably less hesitation than before, and was once again relieved to hear an even louder slap absent any discomfort whatsoever to his posterior.

    Michelle returned complaining even more strongly about Daniel not showing anything resembling the pain that she had experienced from his little hands. In fact, by now he was beginning to enjoy this experience. My only reaction to Michelle’s dismay was to direct her out of the bathroom one more time as I searched for some way to explain this as an object lesson.

    I struck myself a third time with any force that was missing from my second whack, to which Daniel reacted with glee and Michelle with complete and tearful exasperation.

    Well… I explained. When someone does something bad, there is always a punishment, isn’t there? They both agreed, from what I can recall. Then I explained that since I’m the Dad, I get to choose who receives the punishment for the mean act. They really couldn’t object, could they?

    Then I asked, “What if I decided that I wanted to take the punishment for Daniel’s act, even though I hadn’t done anything wrong.” Right?

    So, then I asked, “Who can you think of that didn’t do anything wrong, and yet had to suffer for the wrong things that we all do?” They both chimed in unison, “Jesus!”

    What a relief to hear these young minds understand the reason why Good Friday is called “good.”

    The Bible tells us in John 3:16 that, “God so loved the world that He gave His only Son (sacrificed on the Cross), that whoever believes in Him, should not die (eternally), but have eternal life.” This is one offer you want to take advantage of right away, don’t you agree?

    And if you do, then this Easter, you too will experience the wonder of being raised with Jesus Christ to eternal life. Happy Resurrection Day!

    Michael Bullington has been a resident of Citrus Heights for over 30 years and submits guest columns on various historic dates throughout the year. The Sentinel welcomes guest opinion columns from Citrus Heights residents. To submit an article for publication, click here.