Gold Star Mother's Day is a day set aside to honor and remember the death of a mothers child in combat serving their Country. During WWI families placed a sign in their window with a blue star signifying that they had someone fighting in the war. In 1918 President Woodrow Wilson allowed for those who had lost someone in the war to wear a black arm band with a gold star signifying that their loved one had been killed in the war. This lead to the gold star being added in their window. In 1929 Gold Star Mother's Day was incorporated by obtaining a Federal Charter from the US Congress. It began with 25 mothers from Washington DC and quickly expanded to affiliated groups across America. In 1936 a Congressional resolution designated the last Sunday in September as Gold Star Mother's Day. It is honored across America and by a Presidential Proclamation.
I am not a Gold Star Mother, nor a member of a Gold Star family. But today means something to me. I was born into and raised in a military family. I married a military man. I met soldiers, wives. husbands, children and siblings that had lost friends and family in combat. Losing someone you love is hard, but to lose them in battle in a foreign land alone is unbearable. If I can ease their pain by remembering their loved one and honoring their memory then by all means I will. Keeping their sacrifice. their memory alive is my way. Won't you join me?
If you are interested in learning the story of Gold Star Mother's I can recommend "That Knock at The Door" by Holly S. Fenelon.
Catching up here, I am so glad to have found this blog. I did not know the history of the day or even which day it actually was.
I've been watching a multipart mini series documentary about WWII for reasons that will be evident in a possible future blog eventually.
WWII is a part of the town I live in now. It is the site of the National D-Day Memorial because Bedford, VA lost more men per capita than any other place in the US. Their National Guard unit was the 2nd boat to land on Omaha Beach. All but 5 died within the first 30 minutes.
Thank You, Pat. My Aunt is a Gold Star Mother. Her son, my cousin, was killed in Viet Nam. We keep in touch, as her son (Ryan) and I were very close. We were the same age and he would come to stay at my Grandma's all summer. Grandma lived just a block from us, so Ryan and I spent almost every day together. His home was in Milwaukee and he loved spending his summers in a small town with a lake which entertained us for hours.
I am going to send her your blog as I know she will love it. We still talk about Ryan a lot and I think that it helps her to talk with me because she knows how much Ryan meant to me.