Growing up in the 50s, my brother and I spent every Sunday with our maternal grandparents, Charles and Pauline Bournstine. My Papa told us about his father, Simon, who fought for the Union in the Civil War, was injured, and moved to Chicago to work with the horses that pulled the trolleys through the city.
Every year, he dressed in his Dad’s uniform, and led the Memorial Day parade down Michigan Avenue. The crowds would line the streets filling the sidewalks, four and five people deep. Then we would visit his parents’ graves and my brother would play Taps on his coronet.