The Traveling Wall
Posted By admin on October 19, 2011
Last weekend my daughter and I went home for a family reunion. We had so much fun I didn’t take photos. I’m sorry about that because the trees are showing amazing colors. The only bad thing about going home is the leaving. I love my beloved family so much, and I love seeing my girl grow ever closer to our cousin-who’s-more-like-a-sister. Of course, another cousin called us Thelma and Louise and their younger sister. (My girl didn’t much care for that “younger sister” crack!)
This week, my husband is helping celebrate the arrival of the traveling Vietnam Wall, “The Wall that Heals” in our county. It started with a play at the local arts centre. The organizers brought in photos of the thirteen men who lost their lives in Vietnam from here. The photos represented heartrending loss, but afterward, the audience discussed their feelings about the play and the celebration. To contrast those very young faces in the photos with the older men who are still, in many cases torn apart by their memories and their pain about the past–I can’t describe it well enough to honor that conversation.
Today, the wall came to town. My husband was part of the escort. They met the wall at the state line and rode, on motorcycles back to our town, through the square, to the fairgrounds. That’s him on the bike in the photo on the right, and the wall is on the truck in the photo on the left. So many people came out. The veterans of Vietnam didn’t have parades when they came home, but today, there was one in our town.
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