Memorial Day dibs

As you know, Boalsburg, PA is the birthplace of Memorial Day. Several other towns make the same claim, but since they’re not blogging, I’m calling dibs for Boalsburg. We made the trek down to the ‘burg for the celebratory festivities this year.

Sadie wrote an essay that was selected to be read on the front porch of the world-famous Boalsburg Heritage Museum. So we loaded up the truck and headed in to town. After her wonderful delivery we traipsed through the displays of handmade crafts and jewelry and knick-knacks. We managed to avoid any knick-knackery, found ourselves in possession of not one but two bags of heaven (kettle corn is Kim’s Achilles Heel). The first stand we passed was the one with the bows & arrows made out of PVC, and I promised Isaac we’d buy one on the way out. Much to his disappointment, all the bows & arrows were long gone by the time we made our way back. There’s a life lesson in there somewhere, for somebody. Maybe it’s for me…

All in all, we had a blast walking around as a family. We got to see loads of people we know and love, and Sadie got a sweet gift certificate to a local store that she promptly converted into jelly beans.