To me growing up, Hopewell was a sleepy little town. As a pre-teen, there wasn't much to do in Hopewell beyond going to school, playing sandlot football, softball, and basketball after school. My brother and I used to deliver the Hopewell News before graduating to the big time Richmond Times-Dispatch (RTD). By the way, in the early 70's, the Hopewell News was $0.35 per week and RTD was $1.50 every two weeks.
I always looked forward to Memorial Day. It was the holiday that told us that summer vacation was right around corner.
I recall once or twice going to Hopewell's City Point National Cemetary earlier in the morning to see individuals (Boy Scouts I think) placing American flags at the base of perfectly-aligned white crosses or Stars of David. That scene was so peaceful and reverent.
The Memorial Day parade used to conclude at the cemetary. After which, a speaker, typically an officer from Fort Lee, would make a few appropriate remarks to commemorate the occassion. I recall one year in which Virginia POW Paul E. Galanti's (click here for more) son spoke at the ceremony I recall him to be a teenager, perhaps between 16-18. At the time, his father, who was held prisoner by North Viet Nam for approximately 7 years, was still a POW. He spoke with confidence and I recall his words about not forgetting our American POW's that Memorial Day; that his story was not "just another sad story" but one being experienced by many throughout the country.
Tomorrow: Hopewell's Memorial Day Parade.
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