ANOTHER MEMORIAL DAY

Today was another Memorial Day. I guess that I’ve seen 66 of them in my lifetime. Of course, I don't remember the first bunch. I do recall that by the time I was in the 6th grade, I was playing trombone in the school marching band and every Memorial Day while I was in grade school and then in High School, I would end up marching down Greenwich Street in Hempstead to Greenfield Cemetery where the wreath laying and “Taps” and the rifle salutes would take place.

Then there were four years in the Navy, but I never marched in any parades. But in 1960, when I was hired by Newsday, I ended up with a steady diet of Memorial Day coverage each and every year. Now, I have so much damned seniority, that I don’t have to work this holiday any more. But, I make double time and my soon to be ex-wife can’t get her hands on that and maybe I can save enough money to buy that Mac G-3 that I’ve been wanting.

So, when the Photo Editor told me that I would cover the Memorial Day Parade in Farmingdale, this morning, I wasn’t surprised. I got there early enough to find a parking spot off the main drag so that I wouldn’t be boxed in by paraders and fire engines. It was very warm, but not unpleasant if you stayed on the shady side of Main Street. The parade started about 40 minutes late and by that time, the sidewalks were jammed with spectators and the usual assortment of little kids on daddy’s shoulders, waving American Flags. I started with them, to get that standard shot out of the way. I try to do it differently each year, but after forty attempts, there isn’t much different left.

The one hook that I needed to look for was 90 year old Jimmy McKenna. It seems that ol’ Jimmy has been involved in Memorial Day Parades longer than I. I guess that he started when he was ten, because my paper did a feature on him the other day, saying that he had 80 parades under his belt, most of them with the Farmingdale Fire Dept. The story said that because of his frail condition, he was going to sit this one out. He didn’t. But, he did ride with the Chief in an open convertible and received a magnificent ovation as he rolled down Main Street waving to the crowd. Then there were the obligatory long lens shots of the lines of fire engines coming past the spectators. I covered the wreath laying ceremonies and the usual tributes, even though I knew we wouldn’t use them.


90 Year old Jimmy McKenna has marched in 80 consecutive parades, and is now a guest of honor representing the Farmingdale Fire Dept. in today's Memorial Day Parade down Main Street in Farmingdale.

© 1999 Newsday Photo By Dick Kraus


Fire equipment sound their sirens as they come down Main Street in Farmingdale in today's Memorial Day Parade.

© 1999 Newsday Photo By Dick Kraus

When I was finished with that I called my desk. I was asked to go to nearby Belmont Lake State Park and get picnicers. I was told to try to get diversity. That’s the operative word that many newspapers are using, these days. In other words, don’t come back with just photos of white people enjoying the holiday. I’m not sure that I subscribe to this policy. If I saw a good shot of a non-white family enjoying the holiday, I would certainly shoot it. But, I don’t like being told what to shoot and what not to shoot. Suppose the best shot that expressed the holiday happened to be a white WASP family. Am I supposed to ignore that in the name of diversity. I don’t think that this serves whites or non-whites. Anyway, that’s my opinion for what it’s worth.
So, I ranged around the park and shot some nice scenics showing picnicers and joggers and pedal boats on the lake. I passed up a number of white and black families enjoying themselves at the barbecue pits and picnic benches, because I was looking for something more than a holiday snapshot. In the distance, I saw sunlight streaming through the trees, filtered by great amounts of smoke coming from one of the cement barbecue pits that are scattered throughout the park.

Picknickers, pedestrians and pedal boats are part of the scenary at Belmont Lake State Park on this sunny Memorial Day.

© 1999 Newsday Photo By Dick Kraus

I made some long lens shots from a distance and as I moved closer, I found a large group of Asians occupying a group of tables while a bunch of men tended some meat sizzling on the grill.

 

Members of the Little Flock Korean Church in Woodside, grill some ribs at a picnic at Belmont Lake State Park on this sunny Memorial Day.

© 1999 Newsday Photo By Dick Kraus

The aroma was intoxicating and I realized that I was hungry. I found a group of women seated at a table eating some very exotic looking food and they were using chop sticks. It turned out that they were from a Korean Church in Queens, and had come out to the park by chartered bus to picnic on this very American holiday. Hey! Is that diversity or what? No one at the table understood what I was saying so I had to scout up someone who could translate for me.

 

Smoke from many barbecues filters through the trees at Belmont Lake State Park. This group celebrating Memorial Day is from the Little Flock Korean Church from Woodside.

© 1999 Newsday Photo By Dick Kraus

When the explanation was over, not only were they happy to let me photograph them and to give me their names, but a plate of grilled meat appeared before me and I was urged to partake. “Korean spare ribs,” I was told. The meat was hot and spicy and delicious.


Jung Mi Kim, Hye Rim Lee, Sun Ja Park, Eun Sook Yoon and Ta Sook Baz, who were part of a group from the Little Flock Korean Church in Woodside, enjoy a picnic at Belmont Lake State Park on this sunny Memorial Day.

© 1999 Newsday Photo By Dick Kraus

I remember the journal I wrote last year about covering that Memorial Day. It rained. This year the sun shone brightly. I met some lovely people. And I ate some great food. Life is good.

Dick Kraus
< newspix@optonline.net >
General Assignment Photographer
Newsday,
Long Island ,NY
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355 March 31, 2000 2 Months
352 March 8, 2000 The Good Old Days
350 February 24, 2000 Assignments
348 February 20, 2000 Free parking
342 January 19, 2000 Cold
339 December 21, 1999 Perspective
337 December 7, 1999 Pearl Harbor Rememberance
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326 October 16, 1999 HIZZONOR
320 September 19, 1999 The Storm
316 September 12, 1999 What if?
308 August 7, 1999 Death Sentence
299 July 10, 1999 A Kinder Gentler World
291 June 11, 1999

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290 June 10, 1999

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286 May 31, 1999 Another Memorial Day
284 May 23, 1999 Tears
277 May 6, 1999 Refugees
269 April 22, 1999 TODAY THE CIRCUS CAME BACK TO TOWN
263 April 16, 1999 Finally!
260 April 4, 1999 Damn!!
259 March 30, 1999 A "Typical" Day?
254 March 20, 1999 Thank you, Lynn.
243 March 5, 1999 There Are Voices That I hear
237 February 26, 1999 The Assignment From Hell
232 February 23, 1999 Thank God for Seagulls
229 February 16, 1999 The Lake
228 February 15, 1999 "Stills First!"
225 February 13, 1999 I have just returned from one of the most intense experiences of my life.
207 January 28, 1999 Communication
202 January 15, 1999

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201 January 14, 1999 WEATHER OR NOT
191 December 23, 1998 Who Has a Dirty Mind?
183 December 5, 1998 Work With What You've Got
168 October 30, 1998 Some Days Are Golden
161 October 20, 1998 I Have An Infinite Amount of Dislike for Political Flacks
159 October 18, 1998 It Still Hurts After All These Years
153 October 3, 1998 The One that Got Away
151 September 27, 1998 Going the Extra Mile
145 September 7, 1998 OH, MY ACHIN’ HEAD
135 August 21, 1998 The Grabber
129 August 5, 1998 GOING TO THE WALL.....AGAIN
126 July 30, 1998 After an hour it was getting just light enough to make out a couple of guys carrying tv cameras, walking down the road towards me. They were a French tv crew. I asked them how much further it was to the scene and they told me that I wasn't even a third of the way there and I still hadn't reached the hills yet.
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77 May 25, 1998 Another Memorial Day
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29 February 25, 1998 Small Paper / Large Paper?
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