After my Dad passed in 2006 it got me to reflecting where I wanted to to be laid to rest. Starts to make you think about the foot steps your walking in and the ones your leaving behind.
My grandparents are buried in a little cemetary like that. Surrounded by farmland. One day some cows got in the cemetary, and you know cows, their manners are lacking. Everyone else was horrified, I laughed my ass off.
We have tiny little cemetaries like that dotting the Panhandle. Not all of them are open for new business. Is that one still "active"? Have you checked out the tombstones?
My Grandfather was a farmer his whole life, I saw him in something other than bib overalls 2 or 3 times. They raised hogs and horses, had a pond and all of the love 10 grandkids could eat up. Those 2 people lived their entire adult life making their living off of their land. I can hear my Grandmother say" Well, a cows got to go somewhere."
I remember going to visit my mother's grave once (died at 28 when I was 13 months old) and it was almost five in the afternoon when they would lock the gates. I felt a serene feeling suddenly come over me in the fog and I I felt like laying down and spending the night.
I told my ol'lady and kids, whomever, to just put me in a leaf bag and put it out on the curb on Tuesday. Fuck it, I won't care. Save the money for a party an' tell lies about what bitchen guy I was. Does look like a nice spot though.
Everytime I look at this I start singing, "Oh bury me not on the lone prairie, where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free..." and then I think, damn that's perfect for wc. In about 20+ years. ~knocks on wood~
As a soldier(forever), my gravesite will be the battlefield where I fell, so be it and I demand it....The bugs crawl in, the bugs crawl out. Bugs gotta eat too....
Looks like Boot Hill, Kenny.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope that the word "Ferry" was spelled correctly, and doesn't imply who was buried there.
ReplyDeleteAfter my Dad passed in 2006 it got me to reflecting where I wanted to
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you think about the foot steps your
walking in and the ones your leaving behind.
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My grandparents are buried in a little cemetary like that. Surrounded by farmland. One day some cows got in the cemetary, and you know cows, their manners are lacking. Everyone else was horrified, I laughed my ass off.
ReplyDeleteOk. So I'm ignerent. I dont get it. Why?
ReplyDeleteBetter not be for quite a while yet!
ReplyDeletelooks nice.near modesto.other than that,why?
ReplyDeleteMy stone has been set for years in my cemetery where I will have company from my third great forward.
ReplyDeleteBeacause it's a cool little cemetary dating back to the 1870s and there ain't no fucking liberals in the immediate area.
ReplyDeleteWe have tiny little cemetaries like that dotting the Panhandle. Not all of them are open for new business. Is that one still "active"? Have you checked out the tombstones?
ReplyDeleteMy Grandfather was a farmer his whole life, I saw him in something other than bib overalls 2 or 3 times. They raised hogs and horses, had a pond and all of the love 10 grandkids could eat up. Those 2 people lived their entire adult life making their living off of their land. I can hear my Grandmother say" Well, a cows got to go somewhere."
ReplyDeleteBuried two of my grandchildren in a small, out of the way cemetery in the Shawnee National Forest.
ReplyDeleteYou really have to want to be there to find it.
If there is peace on this earth, it seemed to be there.
You've buried two grandchildren? Man, that is just so wrong. My deepest sympathies.
ReplyDeleteI remember going to visit my mother's grave once (died at 28 when I was 13 months old) and it was almost five in the afternoon when they would lock the gates. I felt a serene feeling suddenly come over me in the fog and I I felt like laying down and spending the night.
ReplyDeleteI told my ol'lady and kids, whomever, to just put me in a leaf bag and put it out on the curb on Tuesday.
ReplyDeleteFuck it, I won't care. Save the money for a party an' tell lies about what bitchen guy I was.
Does look like a nice spot though.
Everytime I look at this I start singing, "Oh bury me not on the lone prairie, where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free..." and then I think, damn that's perfect for wc. In about 20+ years. ~knocks on wood~
ReplyDeleteAs a soldier(forever), my gravesite will be the battlefield where I fell, so be it and I demand it....The bugs crawl in, the bugs crawl out. Bugs gotta eat too....
ReplyDelete