These days, Memorial Day is nothing more than a three-day holiday weekend at the end of May for most people.
When I was a lad during the 1930s, it was called Decoration Day and always observed on May 30. The day was established during the late 1860s to remember those who fell in battle during the Civil War, both Union and Confederate. Following the Great War, the meaning of the day was expanded to include those who had fallen on the battlefield during any war this country had been involved in.
I have a vivid memory of my mother, aunts and grandmother collecting flowers, taking them to the cemetery and placing them on the graves of those who had fallen in battle defending this country.
In 1971, Congress moved the date to the last Monday of May and established the day as a national holiday. Since then the day has become nothing more than a long weekend to most people, and the meaning of the day has been lost.
But isn't that the way of it? Whenever Congress messes with something that has nothing to do with governing the country, we lose a little bit more of our heritage.