05/25/2026
As our Troops and Pack prepared for tomorrow’s festivities this evening, cooking meat for the chili dogs and readying the potatoes for fresh spiral cut fries, we could tell there was a feeling in the air of remembrance. We’ll leave you this evening with this poem:
’Twas the night before Memorial Day, and all through the town,
Not a whisper was heard as the sun settled down.
In historic Boalsburg, where the custom was born,
The flags were all prepped for a poignant May morn.
The bundles of banners were sorted with care,
Ready to guard every gravesite out there,
While food booths were waiting, all set for the rise
Of “A Day in Town” under morning's blue skies.
The citizens slept, while the memories stayed,
Of the very first tributes that ever were paid.
Back in eighteen sixty-four, history was made,
When a timeless foundation for honoring was laid.
Emma Hunter, Sophie Keller, and Elizabeth too,
Brought flowers and wreaths of a beautiful hue.
At the graveyard they met, in their Civil War grief,
And decorating graves brought a gentle relief.
Now the Diamond sits ready, as a milestone is near,
For America’s two hundred and fiftieth year!
From those three local women and the tribute they made,
To the semiquincentennial steps we have laid.
With flags in their holsters and booths in the square,
The town is fully prepped for the crowds to arrive there.
You could hear the old church bell chime out in the night:
"A peaceful Memorial Day to all, and to all a good night!"
