there are about 25 various stories behind the origins of memorial day— it doesn’t quite seem like historians have been able to correctly identify the “real” one. there are a ton of recorded celebrations for decoration day (which is now known as memorial day) but no definitive ruling as to where it started.
history ought to be somewhat objective— but there’s always room for a story that could be slightly-different after it’s passed down by generation. the following is one of my favorite ones.
on may 1, 1865, Black americans honored 257 dead union soldiers in charleston, sc. the soldiers had been buried in a mass grave in a confederate prison camp. they dug up the bodies and worked for weeks to give them a proper burial as gratitude. to honor the dead, they held a parade of 10,000 people where they sang, marched, and celebrated. this commemoration was organized by freed black americans and white missionaries. 1o days before the celebration, two dozen charlestonians re-organized the graves into rows with an archway enscribed with:
“Martyrs of the race course”
union officers, black ministers, and various missionaries gave speeches and sang the national anthem. three white and black regiments marched around the graves and staged a drill— this tribute gave birth to an american tradition that we still celebrate today.
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” - john 15:13
i am forever grateful to live in the greatest nation the world has ever seen— you should be too.