Decoration Day 1910-1916
The Times-Tribune--May 25, 1983
By Bill Gladstone
The personal rewards for doing this column far outweigh
the work involved. I enjoy doing historical research, and I appreciated
it when someone tells me that they enjoy seeing the fruits of
such research. More than that, on occasion, out of a clear blue
sky comes something very nice. It happened again this morning
Last night I finished a column for this week, including a very
interesting picture. In fact, if the TT office had been open
last night I would have taken it in because I know they appreciate
having a little extra time to develop the pictures. That column
will run 6/8/83.
Golden Clouse Patten sent the following description, and it is
very appropriate that it be carried this week. I just know that
someone has a picture of what she describes, and we would love
to have it to copy and publish.
Decoration Day 1910-1916
By Golden Clouse Patten
Big boxes of flowers were gathered from homes in the town, placed
on long tables in the courthouse lobby and made into "arm
Every child in town, the girls dressed in their best white dresses
and the boys with white shirts, was given flowers to carry to
We marched, 2 by 2, out of the west courthouse door and all of
the way to the "Old Soldiers Monument" in the cemetery.
We were led by the Civil War soldiers and a "drum and bugle".
The drum was played by Uncle Charley Kirkpatrick. I cannot remember
who played the bugle or the fife, but I can still hear that music
we loved so well.
Someone would read the names of the soldiers who had lost their
lives in war and were buried in the grant City Cemetery. We stood
silently around the tall monument as the names were read and then
placed our flowers at each grave.
Speeches were made reminding us of our great country and its brave
men. We really learned to honor the dead. When "taps"
blew at the end of the ceremony, I remember people crying, and
to this day I get goose bumps thinking about it.
It was a solemn occasion and I remember as a child how we looked
forward to that day. I also remember the long swinging footbridge
we had to cross. It was at the foot of the hill just east of
the cemetery. I would cry, and my brother Clarance would help
Sometimes we would get a ride, house and wagon, back to town with
Beecher Early but more often had to walk. We were well supervised
by the young ladies of Grant City.
We were given small flags to carry, but we didn't get to keep
them. They were rolled up on their sticks and put away to use
How lucky I am to have been raised in such a caring town. A child's
early years are so very important.
Does anyone else remember those wonderful Decoration Days in Grant
City before WWII?