photograph of Arlington National Cemeteray showing rows of grave markers. Text above "REMEMBER NEVER FORGET"

Memorial Day isn’t just another long weekend—it’s a day to remember the folks who served our country. Whether you’re firing up the grill, hanging out with friends, or taking a quiet moment for yourself, it helps to know a bit about how this day came to be.

How It All Started

Right after the Civil War, on May 5, 1868, members of the Grand Army of the Republic (a group of Union veterans) started a tradition called Decoration Day. They would decorate the graves of soldiers with fresh flowers, offering a simple but heartfelt way to say, “We remember you.”

Growing Into Memorial Day

After World War I, things started to change. Decoration Day wasn’t just about Civil War heroes anymore—it came to honor all American soldiers who gave their lives for our country. Originally, Decoration Day was observed on May 30th as a way to mark the fallen.

A few key changes then reshaped the tradition. In 1967, the name “Memorial Day” was officially adopted to reflect its broader meaning. The following year, the Uniform Monday Holiday Act was passed in 1968 to create long weekends, and by 1971, Congress declared Memorial Day a federal holiday, moving the observance to the last Monday in May. Even if today it’s often seen as a day for barbecues and picnics, at its core, it’s a reminder of sacrifice across every conflict.

A Southern Twist

In many Southern communities, folks developed their own version of the day—often called Confederate Decoration Day or Confederate Memorial Day. Local groups, especially women, would decorate the graves of Confederate soldiers. While these traditions are separate, they both show how important it was for people on every side of the Civil War to honor their own.

My Personal Connection

I’m a veteran with a long line of family members who served, all the way from the Revolutionary War and forward to more recent conflicts. My father, uncles, grandfathers and their brothers, and further back, all served. Many of the women in my family have served as well. I have relatives resting not only in Arlington, but other of the National Cemeteries as well, which makes the day feel more personal. 

Memorial Day is a day that really hits home for me. It isn’t only about those who fell in battle; it’s also about celebrating the service of those who lived on after their time in uniform and have since passed on.

Today?

On Memorial Day, we remember and honor those who gave everything for others. The Jewish phrase zichrono livracha (May their memory be a blessing) perfectly captures the gratitude and respect we carry for them, keeping their legacy alive in our hearts.

Zichrono livracha.

זיכרונו לברכה

 

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