
It's traditional for me to take a photo of a daisy in the barbed wire at this location. I did the first one when I was in high school.

On the way to visit my Grandma Allen's grave, we pass her old house. It hasn't been in the family since the 60s. I keep expecting every year to see that it's fallen down. Somebody keeps working on it but the progress is painfully slow.

UPDATE: Click on the "Memorial Day" tag below to see previous year's entries.
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