
American flags a wavin’, this truck takes the northbound entrance ramp onto Interstate 35 off Minnesota State Highway 60 Friday afternoon in Faribault.
Have a safe and happy Fourth of July, everyone!
© Copyright 2015 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

American flags a wavin’, this truck takes the northbound entrance ramp onto Interstate 35 off Minnesota State Highway 60 Friday afternoon in Faribault.
Have a safe and happy Fourth of July, everyone!
© Copyright 2015 Audrey Kletscher Helbling

The parade begins with the Rice County Central Veterans Association Honor Guard/Color Guard leading the way.
FOR THE THIRTY-THREE YEARS I’ve lived in Faribault, I’ve rarely missed a Memorial Day parade and the program that follows in Central Park.
It’s a time-honored tradition of music and marches, salutes and speeches, flags and families.
I’m proud to live in a community where patriotism and service to country and respect for the American flag and all it means runs strong from generation to generation.

Grand Marshal, Adrian Gillen, rides in the parade alongside his wife, Jean. The couple both served their country and were duo grand marshals.

Veteran Travis Quinlan watches the program at the park with hundreds of others. He was also a classmate of my eldest daughter.

Hundreds gathered in Central Park for the program, presented on the bandshell. The Girl Scouts participated with a presentation on flag folding and more.

Archie Temple walked in the parade and then arrived at the park for the Memorial Day program. He served in the U.S. Navy from 1952-1956, during the time of the Korean War. That’s his original Navy uniform.

Honored combat veteran Matt Kirkpatrick addresses the crowd. Grand marshals Jean and Adrian Gillen are seated next to the podium.

As is tradition each year, members of American Legion Auxiliary Unit 43 place wreaths on the memorial cross.

As they left the park, veterans Travis Quinlan, left, and David and Matt Kirkpatrick posed for one last photo. Travis and David were Faribault High School classmates.
© Copyright 2015 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
MEMORIAL DAY BRINGS a focused gratefulness for freedom. And nothing is more visually representative of freedom in the U.S. than the American flag.
This weekend those flags are flying seemingly everywhere. On front porches, from flag poles and from lamp posts.
I feel my national pride swell at the sight of flags flying in communities like Elysian, Waseca and Morristown. On a Saturday trip from Faribault to Belview and back, I noticed the red-white-and-blue adorning homes, businesses, pick-up trucks and even silos. Just outside of Morristown, a couple grilled on their deck, an American flag waving in the wind just inches away.
I am thankful to live in this country. And grateful to those men and women who died for freedom. Because of them, I am free to express myself through writing and photography. Free.
On Sunday, as I diced rhubarb in my kitchen, I pulled a bag of sugar from the cupboard. And there, at the top of the bag, was printed an American flag. I paused in that moment, remembering the words I’d sung hours earlier at Trinity Lutheran Church, where I am free to worship:
God bless America, Land that I love,
Stand beside her, and guide her
Through the night with a light from above…
© Copyright 2015 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
“God Bless America” by Irving Berlin

At the top of the hill looking down the street we just traveled to reach downtown Forest City and courthouse square.
THE RED-WHITE-AND-BLUE BEDECKED gazebo caught my attention as we drove up the hill, past grain bins and Dollar General, into downtown Forest City two Saturdays before Memorial Day.

This oversized gazebo sits in the Winnebago County Courthouse square.
What a delightful, patriotic welcome to this northern Iowa county seat, home to Waldorf College, Winnebago Industries and Heritage Park of North Iowa.

The Union Soldier statue was purchased by the local Women’s Relief Corps in 1899. The chapter was founded to care for Union soldiers and to assist their widows and orphans, and to honor the dead. There are 151 Civil War veterans buried in Winnebago County.
This eye-catching display of American pride drew my eyes to the gazebo and then to the imposing 1897 Romanesque style courthouse. Both sit in the Winnebago County Courthouse square, graced by two war memorials—that of a Union soldier and the Winnebago County Veterans Memorial.
A Sherman tank anchors a corner of the block.

The Union Soldier was constructed from zinc by J. L. Mott Iron Works of Trenton, New Jersey, at a cost of $155. The monument was restored in 2005.

The fountain atop which the Union soldier stands was also built by J. L. Mott Iron Works. It is of French Victorian design. The goat heads symbolize strength and victory.
It was a lot to take in, to photograph. Artsy architectural details add visual interest to the fountain and courthouse, which is on the National Register of Historic Places. I only wished it had been a week day so I could have toured the courthouse interior.
But, since I couldn’t get inside, I focused my camera on the exterior, all the while watched by two elderly men across the street near the Legion. I expect they were wondering about the couple in the car with Minnesota plates and the woman shooting pictures with a fancy camera. Perhaps I should have chatted it up with them. The likely could have told me a story or ten.
FYI: Click here to read my first, and then my second, blog post on other Forest City, Iowa, attractions.
© Copyright 2015 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
GROWING UP, my exposure to tattoos involved Easter. In every package of Paas Easter egg dye came a selection of washable tattoos.
Mom suggested we wait until after Easter Sunday church services to apply the tattoos to our arms. Apparently she thought inked skin unsuitable for our Lutheran church. Sometimes we waited. Sometimes we didn’t. I won’t pretend that my siblings and I were always angelic kids who listened.
Those are my thoughts whenever I see washable tattoos. On the Fourth of July, my niece Tara pulled out two patriotic-themed tattoos she’d saved from some event.
My almost-six-year-old great niece, Ari, was thrilled about getting a tatoo:
But my two-year-old great nephew, Hank, was not quite as thrilled:
That’s the thing about tattoos. Some people like them and some don’t. I do. But only if they’re the washable kind.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
EACH TIME I TRAVEL through Sleepy Eye, I notice this old house situated on a corner along U.S. Highway 14 east of downtown.
I could lament at the need for a little exterior TLC.
But rather, I focus on the patriotism, that always-there “WE SUPPORT OUR TROOPS” sign.
Within the walls of this old house lives someone who’s perhaps served or has a loved one serving our country or who’s simply just proud of our military. Maybe all three.
I love the genuineness of this patriotic display. I imagine the homeowner shopping for the bunting and the flags and those little whirligigs.
I imagine, too, the long search, or maybe even a special order placement, for that can’t miss royal blue carpet.
This old house shows me patriotism at its grassroots basic. From the heart. From the home.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
THROUGH THE YEARS, I have photographed numerous patriotic scenes and American flags.
Today, in celebration of the birthday of the United States of America, I bring you American patriotism from…
the Stars & Stripes Garage in Heidelberg, Minnesota;
an historic home in Decorah, Iowa,
the Main Street of Montgomery, Minnesota,
and Anywhere, USA.
Happy Fourth, dear readers! Enjoy this holiday and thank God for the freedoms that come with being an American.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
NEARLY 100 YEARS AGO, students paraded with lilac wreaths from their country school a short distance to the Cannon City Cemetery to honor the war dead.

Cannon City resident Bob Lewis, a veteran, arrives for the service. Later Bob, a former bugler, will share info about the Rice County Drum and Bugle Corps.
Today there is no “Death March” music, only patriotic songs. There is no school picnic like that after the long ago Memorial Day parade to this rural Rice County, Minnesota, cemetery on the edge of Cannon City some five miles northeast of Faribault.
But the children still come, some attentive to the ceremony led by Mel Sanborn, others darting, this Memorial Day, among tombstones to gather bouquets of dandelions. Later, they will toss dandelions into a flower bed ringing the American flag and carry other clutches home. It is a sweet moment to witness.
I am here, an observer and a participant in this grassroots patriotic ceremony which, year after year, remains mostly the same—singing of “The Star Spangled Banner,” “America the Beautiful,” “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” and “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee;” names of the war dead buried here read; recitation of “In Flanders Fields” and “The Pledge of Allegiance;” and reading of “The Gettysburg Address; and the bugler sounding “Taps.”
This year, the presentation of Walt Whitman’s “Reconciliation,” the reading of a patriotic-themed newspaper clipping, singing of “Fightin’ Side of Me,” a brief history given of Rice County’s Drum and Bugle Corps and the bugling of “Revelry” are added to the semi formal ceremony.
This all presented on the grassy space between aged tombstones in the shadow of the American flag audibly flapping in the breeze. The comparison is not lost on me as Jean Pederson tells of poppies gently swaying in the wind of Flanders Fields.
FYI: To read previous posts on Memorial Day observances at the Cannon City Cemetery, click here and then click here.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
RED
WHITE
AND (touches of) BLUE.
Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
EVERY MORNING as an elementary school student in rural Minnesota, I joined my classmates in facing the corner of the classrooom to gaze upon the American flag. Hands across hearts, we recited the pledge:
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United State of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all.
Those words imprinted upon my memory, instilled a sense of pride in my country and a realization that I live in a nation blessed.
Precious words. Somewhat muddied now. But still, ever so dear.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
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