Decoration Day 1910-1916
The Times-Tribune--May 25, 1983
By Bill Gladstone

The personal rewards for doing this column far outweigh the work involved. I enjoy doing historical research, and I appreciated it when someone tells me that they enjoy seeing the fruits of such research. More than that, on occasion, out of a clear blue sky comes something very nice. It happened again this morning (Monday).
Last night I finished a column for this week, including a very interesting picture. In fact, if the TT office had been open last night I would have taken it in because I know they appreciate having a little extra time to develop the pictures. That column will run 6/8/83.
Golden Clouse Patten sent the following description, and it is very appropriate that it be carried this week. I just know that someone has a picture of what she describes, and we would love to have it to copy and publish.

Decoration Day 1910-1916
By Golden Clouse Patten
Big boxes of flowers were gathered from homes in the town, placed on long tables in the courthouse lobby and made into "arm bands".
Every child in town, the girls dressed in their best white dresses and the boys with white shirts, was given flowers to carry to the cemetery.
We marched, 2 by 2, out of the west courthouse door and all of the way to the "Old Soldiers Monument" in the cemetery. We were led by the Civil War soldiers and a "drum and bugle". The drum was played by Uncle Charley Kirkpatrick. I cannot remember who played the bugle or the fife, but I can still hear that music we loved so well.
Someone would read the names of the soldiers who had lost their lives in war and were buried in the grant City Cemetery. We stood silently around the tall monument as the names were read and then placed our flowers at each grave.
Speeches were made reminding us of our great country and its brave men. We really learned to honor the dead. When "taps" blew at the end of the ceremony, I remember people crying, and to this day I get goose bumps thinking about it.
It was a solemn occasion and I remember as a child how we looked forward to that day. I also remember the long swinging footbridge we had to cross. It was at the foot of the hill just east of the cemetery. I would cry, and my brother Clarance would help me across.
Sometimes we would get a ride, house and wagon, back to town with Beecher Early but more often had to walk. We were well supervised by the young ladies of Grant City.
We were given small flags to carry, but we didn't get to keep them. They were rolled up on their sticks and put away to use another year.
How lucky I am to have been raised in such a caring town. A child's early years are so very important.
Does anyone else remember those wonderful Decoration Days in Grant City before WWII?