Today, in honor of Veteran's Day, I am posting a photo of the flag that covered my grandmother's casket during her funeral. I'll explain why it's in my kitchen later...
My grandmother, Dina Licciardi Bellan, was a member of the U.S. Coast Guard SPARS (Women's Reserve) during WWII. At some point, I plan on doing a more detailed blog post with photos about her time with the service, but for now I'll just say that she served most of her time in Miami, FL and that she made some very good friends with whom she kept in contact for most of her life. Here she is in Miami in September of 1945:
So, Grandma's funeral was on a cold, cold January day during my senior year of high school. It was on a weekday - the first day of school I had missed since freshman year. I read one of the readings during mass. We went back to the funeral home and got ready to go to the cemetery. I drove my three younger brothers, while my little sister got to ride in the limo with my parents and aunt and uncle. (To this day, I have still never ridden in a limousine.) The cemetery plot was familiar; my grandfather had passed away eight years earlier. I remember standing there and being very cold while the prayers were read. (I wore a dark navy suit with a short skirt - not my brightest decision.) I was handed her flag and told that my grandmother had wanted me to have it, which didn't come as a huge surprise because my grandfather's flag had gone to my older cousin, and I was the second-oldest. I still felt honored to have it. I took it with me to college and graduate school, and it has always symbolized my grandmother's presence.
So, why is the flag in my kitchen? Grandma was a pretty darn good cook, and she LIKED cooking for her loved ones. I am not a good cook, and I do not enjoy being in the kitchen. On those days when I really don't feel like making dinner (pretty much everyday), I can always look at the flag and remember how much she enjoyed it. Sometimes it motivates me; sometimes it doesn't. And I'm always secretly hoping that some divine intervention on her part will make me a better cook. At least I was blessed with a husband who will pretty much eat anything. :-)
©2012, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder
So, why is the flag in my kitchen? Grandma was a pretty darn good cook, and she LIKED cooking for her loved ones. I am not a good cook, and I do not enjoy being in the kitchen. On those days when I really don't feel like making dinner (pretty much everyday), I can always look at the flag and remember how much she enjoyed it. Sometimes it motivates me; sometimes it doesn't. And I'm always secretly hoping that some divine intervention on her part will make me a better cook. At least I was blessed with a husband who will pretty much eat anything. :-)
©2012, copyright Emily Kowalski Schroeder
