Always elegantly dressed, often in hats and gloves. Always standing, hand over heart, a respectful distance from the grave. Always mindful of history.

The ladies know every inch of Arlington’s 624 manicured acres, from the stones of freed slaves marked “unknown citizens” to the grave of the first soldier interred here (Private William Christman, a farmer from Pennsylvania who fought in the Civil War) to Section 60, where the men and women who lost their lives in the current wars are buried…

McKinley, who has been an Arlington lady for 21 years, drives a little further. She stops by a grove of willow oaks, searching for a specific plot.

“Here you are, sweetheart,” she says, gently touching the stone of a young woman Navy officer who died in an accident at the age of 25. The officer’s mother called from California one day — on her daughter’s birthday — and asked if an Arlington lady could put flowers on the grave. Now McKinley visits regularly. She says it’s the least she can do.