Remembering Our Flag
Before arriving to Cranberry Island, people on the little ferry would see a giant American flag waiving from the shore. Both my grandfather and father claimed that when the flag flew it said: “We are here, Summer is here, Welcome to Cranberry, and We support our Troops.”
The flag flew for as long as I can remember, as children, we would help to raise the flag in the morning, take it down while listening to instructions of how to fold and care for it around sunset.
All the rules of a flag whether truth or embellishment, I learned around that flag pole — always have a spotlight on a flag at night, never let the flag get wet, never let it touch the ground, and always raise the flag before 0900.
“I remember when my Grandfather gave me a job one summer to put the flag up every morning, for ten dollars a week,” said brother Phil. Now, the distinctive clank-clank of the flag, blowing in the wind is gone.
In the winter of 2009 a winter gale cracked the wooden flagpole in half, resulting in the first summer of more than fifty years, Long Ledge is without its waving flag. Can we enjoy another summer without the red, white and blue welcoming us home?