- Luanne Jones, Heathen Girls
Greetings from the Graveyard, Loved Ones. No, not making a comment on how deadly dull my hometown is.
|Okay, this is 100 years ago. But I didn't take any photos this time and you get the idea.|
I'm just saying that in my world we believe that one day the Lord will judge the living and the dead. Often we feel compelled to do likewise.
|"Helen's one to talk. One day she's living it up, the next she looks like death warmed over."|
So we went out the the cemeteries to visit 'our people' the past couple of days. Yes, judgments were passed (probably from both side of the immortal veil).
|I can't help it, I just love digging up dirt where ever I go.|
Boring, you say? Ha! When the kids in the group wanted to go someplace interesting like a place in town called "The Rock House" (real rocks, not rock and roll) I told them we were going to go to a better museum - the museum of dead relatives!
|Who needs rock stars when you can hear stories about our actual family?|
Stories were swapped. Long held secrets were unveiled.
|A little bird told me that she was born years earlier than that. THAT was his real first name? WHO is this and why are they in the family plot?|
|MMMWAH! Big Kisses to all. Well, maybe not ALL.|
Off to what we call The Shorter Cousin's Camp Out, which may test just how much I like those people. But first I want to remind you: Any day on this side of the dirty is an opportunity to live to the fullest, take it!