Thinking of my Dad this morning, Dr. Ralph Dean Dooley, M.D. He was an Indiana farm boy, served in WWI, after the war he married Jessie Maud Shannon, they had my brother, Dean Shannon Dooley, went through pre-med, then Med school at the University of Cincinnati, Interned and Residency at Miami Valley Hospital in Dayton, Ohio, set us his practice there at 319 South Brown Street, in 1943, he specialized in Obstetrics, had his office in the Fidelity Building in downtown Dayton, retired in 1959, moved to Columbus and eventually to Newark, Ohio, where both he and Mom, are buried, at the Wilkins Corners Cemetery.
His Father, my Grandfather, who I never knew, served in the Civil War. Not many around who can say their Grandfather served in the Civil War. War stories and incidents have been talked of often in my life.
I don't know if I have any memories of previous Memorial Day's, they have come and gone. I remember it more as Decoration Day.
Last night, on the news, they were thanking all veterans who have served. That gets me a bit upset. People do not understand what the day is for ............ you would think that people on the air would research the meaning of holidays in order to report to their viewers the actual real purpose of a holiday.
Memorial Day
is a day of remembering the men and women
who died
while serving in the United States Armed Forces.
