I hope everyone is having an enjoyable holiday weekend and thinking about what this holiday represents.  Traditional cookouts are a nice way for friends and family to get together.  Honey and I bought a pork tenderloin for the grill.  I have posted a recipe here and below detailing how we grilled and the rub recipe that I used.  Even though this tenderloin was lean, it is rare for us to eat any meat other than chicken, so this was a treat.  I am health conscious since I have to watch my cholesterol which is bouncing around now that I am well into my 50s with 60 not too far away!

//Grilled Pork Tenderloin & Rub Recipe//

When we went grocery shopping yesterday, we were greeted by VFW Veterans handing out the “Buddy Poppies”.  Did you know that this tradition began in 1924?  There is no charge, but I always give a few dollars for two flowers, one to carry on my handbag and one to put on the rear view mirror in my car for a few weeks.  I remember them handing out these flowers when I was a very little girl.

Memorial Day is our day of remembrance of all of our brave fallen soldiers who served our country to protect us and keep us free.  My father served two tours in the Korean War as a 20-year-old medic.  He experienced unimaginable things that he rarely spoke of throughout his 20-year military service as a medical technician.  He continued this medical work after his military retirement in a civilian capacity at the local hospital where we lived In Naples, Florida, specializing in pathology.  At that time, he was also a volunteer fireman on-call to assist with fires as well as accidents/injuries, before the term “paramedic” was used.  He was a true humanitarian and renaissance man with a loving heart and happy soul, I miss him dearly.

My school years were rich in patriotism.  I especially remember my home room fourth grade teacher teaching us classic poetry and patriotic songs.  I will leave you with this poem that I still remember about the poppies, by John McCrae – May God Bless all of you on this special weekend of remembrance:

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 – 1918

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50 With Flair, Memorial Day, Poppies, In Flanders FieldsIn Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 – 1918

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

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