Jan Page is not the first person to hand me an old flag. A lot of my friends know that I collect flags that have stories and retire the ones that are worn out, so every month or so, to my delight, someone will walk up and hand me another one.
But none of the flags have ever been more than 100 years old like Jan’s was.
“It has 46 stars; I counted them,” she said as she handed it to me after church a couple of Sundays ago. She added that it had belonged to her husband De’s father, who had a long career in the military. “I thought you might be interested or know what to do with it.”