Memory Day: a Proclamation. (September 1915.)
Once upon a time a Michigan school teacher traveled two-hundred forty-seven miles for the sole purpose of hearing Adelina Patti sing "Home Sweet Home." This dear old song brought to the consciousness of four or five thousand listeners the precious memories of childhood days. In large measure human personality is the aggregate of one's memory. At the grave of father, mother, wife, husband, son, daughter, baby, neighbor, friend, the joys and sorrows of the past, through memory are revived and retouched with the benediction of love. Our cemeteries are cities of the dead, made beautiful through the magic touch of loving hands. It is hoped that on "Memory Day" every cemetery in Michigan will command the special attention of our citizens. If, by chance, a neglected grave is found, put it in order and place upon it a handful of flowers. If there is a corner called the potter's field, clear away the weeds and rubbish. Here strew and plant flowers. The condition of this particular spot is the real test of community love and loyalty. In remembering the dead, we serve the living.
I, Woodbridge N. Ferris, governor of Michigan, invite her people to convene in the cemeteries at 2:00 o'clock, p.m. on September 30, designated by the Legislature as "Memory Day" and there scatter flowers and hold appropriate exercises in memory of the dead.