Today, while Belle was working on lunch. (Chicken and dumplings, by the way), the boys and I went out to the shop to piddle around. We decided that the shop needed a flag, and I happened to have one, a burial flag that I bought several years ago at an auction.
A burial flag has different dimensions than a standard American flag. It's sized to fit properly over a coffin. I don't know how this particular flag wound up being sold at an auction, but I know what it was and decided to buy it, not knowing what I'd do with it. At 5' X 9', it's a big flag, but I think that it makes the proper statement.
The top edge of the flag is bout 12 feet from the floor, and it watches over the firing line.
I think that it is just right.
3 comments:
Excellent!!! Thank you!
Yep, looks good up there!
At some point in a largely forgotten discussion at work, I mentioned that the flag I was born under didn't have fifty stars.
Without missing a beat my younger coworker asked, "Did it have thirteen?"
That was pretty funny.
The flag looks good.
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