Memorial Day Matters

Last Sunday afternoon Teresa and Spike and I took advantage of the low humidity and spring-like weather that lasts about a minute in Columbia before we hit the days that make you feel like you could melt any second and drove over to St. Peter’s Cemetery downtown just off I-126. Remarkably, this was a cemetery we had overlooked in our graveyard tours in the past because of its proximity to the much larger Elmwood Cemetery which goes on forever.  (No pun intended.)

What impressed me first was the large number of little American flags standing guard over the graves. It’s a common occurrence for soldiers’ markers to have the small red, white and blue colored flags flying above the veterans’ graves but usually only one or two families bother. Clearly, this was a concerted effort by someone or some group or perhaps St. Peter’s themselves to honor every fallen soldier. Luckily Teresa had her cell phone with her and was able to take pictures.

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I was taken with the names of the veterans and wondered about their stories from the wars.

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What was a World War I army nurse from New Jersey doing in a Columbia, South Carolina cemetery, I wondered.  She was born just ten years after the Civil War and somehow ended up as an Army nurse in World War I.  Now she rests here with an American flag that acknowledges her service to her country and two visitors who would like to know how she came to be in this place.

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James Riley was born in New York  in 1837 and actually served in the Civil War as a Confederate soldier; he died in Columbia in 1924. He is buried here draped with a flag that is the symbol of a country he tried to destroy. Yet, here he is – a survivor of one of the bloodiest wars in American history.

Then there’s Sergeant Charles Edward Timmons, Jr. who served in World War I and was killed in action. His body is buried in France, but his family has honored him with a beautiful marker and  stone flag that flies every day so boldly it practically reaches out for your attention.

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We also saw one different flag – a German one – lying against a grave in St. Peter’s. Memorial Day Pictures from St. Peter's 8

Hugo Krause was born in Germany in 1855 and died in 1925 in Eastover, South Carolina, which is a small town south of Columbia. Apparently Mr. Krause was also a soldier but served a different country in World War I. Someone is still proud of his German heritage.

So the stones tell short stories of a few of the soldiers we honor this Memorial Day which is a day of remembrance for those who cared enough for what they believed in to offer up their lives to preserve those beliefs. I admire and respect these soldiers for their sacrifices.

My family had members who served in World War I and World War II as well as ancestors who served on both sides of the Civil War and some who date to the Revolutionary War for Independence in 1776. I obviously didn’t know many of them, but I did know my father who was a navigator in the Army Air Corps in 1944-45. He was nineteen years old when he enlisted and sent to officer training school in San Antonio.

He served with the Eighth Air Force in England and flew thirty-two missions over Germany in the short time he was over the Pond. He was never proud of his assignments – the only thing he ever said to me about it was he felt he did his duty.


I am proud of the teenager who left his small rural Grimes County, Texas home town, family and friends to do what he thought was right. His country was proud of his service, too, and awarded him the Medal of Honor when he was discharged. On this Memorial Day I will once again respectfully remember  the young man who became the father I loved and all the daughters and sons, mothers and fathers who served in past years and those who serve today who will not be with their own families because they have a reason that puts them in harm’s way every day.

Memorial Day matters.


About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is a personal historian, essayist with humorist tendencies, lesbian activist, truth seeker and speaker in the tradition of other female Texas storytellers including her paternal grandmother. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press published her collection of first-person accounts of a few of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBTQ organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBTQ history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published five nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and two collections of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. Her latest book, Four Ticket Ride, was released in January, 2019. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike, Charly and Carl. She is also Naynay to her two granddaughters Ella and Molly James who light up her life for real. Born in rural Grimes County, Texas in 1946 her Texas roots still run wide and deep.
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10 Responses to Memorial Day Matters

  1. Luanne says:

    Margaret Grey’s headstone is on Findagrave here: There isn’t much on here that isn’t on the headstone itself.
    Unfortunately, a very quick search of Ancestry and Genealogy Bank didn’t yield anything. But I’m sure the info is out there.
    Very meaningful post . . . . Was this before the new family member came home?

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    • Now you see, Luanne, I thought about you as I wrote this post and I said to myself, Now Luanne would be able to find out more about these soldiers!! And of course you have…thank you so much. I will go to site tomorrow when I have my wits about me.
      Have a great weekend!


  2. Anonymous says:

    Thank you, Sheila ! You summed it up better than I could. I know World War II changed C.H.’s life forever. And he was not shy about spreading the word !!!

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    • Hi Anne, believe it or not I was thinking about C.H. when I wrote this post. Dad, his brother Ray, Mom’s brother Charlie, and C.H., of course. I remember he never missed an opportunity to be grateful for the opportunity to make a difference in WWII. We can be thankful for the contributions our families made in such terrible times.
      I miss you and send you love tonight,


  3. Wayside Artist says:

    Memorial Day Matters. Little stories chipped into stone for the surviving family and tombstone historians. Sometimes it matters more for historians like you who visit graves pondering over who and how and why. They live on this way.

    Nineteen years old! Imagine! What a life changing event for one so young. Your father made sense of war in his own way so he could go on with life. That’s courage.


    • I am always fascinated by the stones, and it dawned on me recently that I must be an historian, and now you have said it in print. So it’s true. I do love the past and the stories…I have imagined historians to be rather dull old people with time on their hands and minds and little to recommend the present to them. I think it’s too late for me to change.

      Yes, imagine going to do a terrible thing when you’re a teenager like that. I can’t. He was a kind man – his letters to my mother during that time when he was in the Air Force are so totally honest and full of hope for the future with her. In many ways my parents remain an enigma to me, but I loved them both deeply.


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  5. Sheila says:

    Thank you for this beautiful piece, Sheila. Encouraged me to take a little extra time in gratitude today.

    Liked by 1 person

    • I appreciate your saying that, Sheila. That’s what I hoped for. We owe so much to so many. Sometimes I can’t believe how fortunate I was to be born in this time and place.


  6. Terry says:

    I thought I was sort of weird because I enjoy going to the cemetery. I enjoy looking at how old the stones are, dates on them and names. I look at flowers that have been placed. It is a quiet place to hide from the world at times for me

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