Today Was Memorial Day Officially

Since it was a legal holiday today, many (not all) of the things of every day life were “adjusted.”  That’s okay if there is a sound reason for it.  There’s “unsound” reason here in that Memorial Day was essentially cheapened by or in the fact it was changed from (to include the fancy Dan wording) a fixed feast to a moveable feast.  While it may well be that the nation’s biggest, most important holiday (Thanksgiving) is the latter and it works out well, still there is something to be said for holidays occupying some given date, like December 25.

One reason for Memorial Day being in late spring rests in the fact that flowers are in bloom.  If the main point of the day is to at least annually memorialize ones who have died, graveside flowers are ideal, and if those happen to come from the backyard that’s best for those who not only have such but who have limited funds.  After all, one can go to the cemetery any time it’s open and can tidy up the gravesite whenever the weather permits.  However it isn’t possible to leave such symbols of caring except when they are at hand. 

Certainly not everyone is blessed with a backyard full of peonies, and those that aren’t may think the point’s just incidental, but if the peonies bloom on or about May 30th rather than some other time, that is the time to be going to the cemetery to decorate.  While there are other means with which to memorialize, such as the tiny flags used to grace many a veteran’s grave, a big vase of showy flowers shows from a distance that someone remembered, which does save a lot of concern if there is any doubt.  The peonies only last a couple of days. 

Unusual things can make the world a better place.Red rose   

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 2

the street in Ozdany

It looks like any nice place to have a modest home in any snow-graced part of the United States.  It is not that at all.  At least three ancestors emigrated from there as is known.  It was then somewhat the hinterland of the empire based in Vienna.  The name has been changed from the then Hungarian.  It was found only because a map carrying both the old and the new name was found.  As is recalled there were some kind of directions to it, but it took something like hopefully following a road across a border.  That is not all that was changed.  The language spoken is not the one expected, although some people probably still speak a little of what was expected.  However, it’s a village and there aren’t many people there – a little over 1500 which would mean only a few hundred families.  

The ancestors lived in a rather powerful empire (it could even have a hand in who the Vatican Pope could be), but a lot happened to make things different soon after the last of those that thought to move elsewhere for a while for a reason that seemed worthwhile departed.  Indeed, much not only happened, somewhat like a dish dropped on a sidewalk the world the ancestors left was fragmented.  They saw it from the outside.  Wisdom could easily say, “It’s best to keep your mouth shut and hope to just be able to stay put for the time being.”  It soon became clear that old world was forever gone – no point in even thinking about it, so very little was said.  So, what did they leave?  The road may have been there, but the trees look too young.  There is a church in the distance. That may have been there.   

Dawn always brings a new day.Coffee cup

A Small Village In A Strange Land – Part 1

Digging around in any kind of history, maybe especially a version called ancestry, can easily lead one to some very unexpected findings.  There are various reasons for such, like the fact that maternal lines are dimmed due to women adopting a husband’s name via marriage.  Records get lost through things like floods and fires and then are carried on most immediately by word of mouth, which can easily be confused.  Names get misspelled leading one on wild goose chases, and so forth.  And, that is only on an individual basis.  Misunderstood historic fact can throw an entirely different light on how something actually is.  People can be misled by personal views and beliefs so that what some may think is the way things are isn’t so.  It is not hard to have erroneous ideas. 

Case in point:  the surname here is considered a Spanish, Hungarian an even German surname.  Having been blessed as one might say with a rather direct link, it has long been known it is an actual word in Hungarian dictionaries.  It being known among both Spanish and German people was sort of accidentally found.  More interestingly, what was just recently figured out was that while it’s a Hungarian word (so likely in use for some time), apparently it is from a Slavic root.  The Hungarians did migrate through a lot of Slavic land more than a thousand years ago and settled in Slavic lands.  (Some residents still aren’t pleased.)  To find Slavic roots in the language then could be expected, and the same could be said for matters such as traditions and bloodlines. 

Until recently there was little idea of any connection to this Slovak village not too far from some once unheard of mountains in a supposedly known continent: 

Ozdany by Sandra 

Other worlds may be closer than expected.Airplane 

Another Day Older….

Today’s gossip said a 95-year-old neighbor was not coming back to the old folks’ home underfoot.  The place, by its very nature, is in stark contrast to, in fact an opposite of, anything like schools or “ordinary” family homes that have the youthful blossoming of growing youngsters.  Each day in those places should be positive in nature.  In the old folks’ home, it’s negative regardless of “activities” promoted to cast a cheerful note into life.  At first the people walk with less firmness, then with a cane, then it takes a walker to get somewhere.  In time it sometimes is a wheelchair next.  Finally there’s no getting around. 

The 95-year-old neighbor hit that last level.  If one has been around long enough, one sees that deterioration take place differently with different people.  That wheelchair might never happen (the neighbor was doing well when over 90) but it can still be in mind.  A man with a cane (just an hour or so after the gossip) who happened to be in the vicinity in a real state of negativity said he would have to be getting a wheelchair.  He didn’t have anything like a walker.  He only had a cane, but that wheelchair was in mind already.  And, using such a thing does not equate to how the able-bodied act or what they do.

The slow down in living is often a gradual sometimes even imperceptible thing.  It’s a fraction of a minute less in an action or a fraction of an inch less in a step.  Those might happen under ordinary circumstances, but they don’t continue to be less under ordinary circumstances.  For an aging older person, they do; and, one day it’s realized a change is in play, so an adjustment is made.  Then, quite often it is realized the adjustment was not enough.  When the adjusting is forgotten accidents happen.  The elderly neighbor fell, began recovering from the fall and planned to return.  She fell a second time, so no return. 

A “moving on” can be a sad thing.Clock