At one time, Memorial Day always fell on May 30. Then came the leisure society and the three-day weekend, and Memorial Day became the last Monday in May.
My wife was born on May 30, back when May 30 was Memorial Day. Her father was career military, with service in World War 11 and Korea, so the day has a connotation for her beyond a birthday.
This year, her birthday falls on Memorial Day, “like it’s supposed to,” she says. It also doesn’t officially happen until later tonight. “It’s not my birthday yet,” she said as she woke up this morning. (Although she did choose to open birthday cards this morning; just saying…)
Anyway, happy birthday to my wife, Janet, mother of my sons, grandmother of my grandson.
Photograph: Cameron and his grandmother, by Stephanie Young.