tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9438446811823233612024-03-05T06:49:04.504-05:00gravegardensWhat kind of person likes taking care of dead people?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-63952169132863729592012-02-01T21:18:00.005-05:002012-02-01T22:12:42.705-05:00Did you think I died????Baaahahaha! Just a little cemetery humor for you.<br /><br />Still here but my life changed for awhile. Quite a while.<br /><br />You see, my friend from another state and her 10 year old daughter needed a place to stay for a bit while she looked for work and a place to live. That meant I had to use every spare minute I had getting my home ready for guests. Then once here, my time was spent visiting and/or cooking for guests. <br /><br />After about a year of living with us, she did find a job and her own place but it has taken me almost another year to get caught up back to where I actually have some time to blog. So here I am.<br /><br />One other thing happened since I last posted - I switched to a Mac computer! Yes, I crossed over to the dark side. And right away I noticed my blog and website don't look right anymore so I guess I have to figure that out in the near future.<br /><br />I would say I sorry but I'm....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-kB9FeENUgtkCoY-BKbO_gUR80-PUnERJBUQZPLez7_gy8m3ESMNRWrX6abQlvBaue1QafLtlhO-JPNczRcwfdUjWFU-dgMuAbZEQrF2uxJyD9_kFmU_fH4n7NURwo9pyXjg1v0oDu8/s1600/IMG_2623+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-kB9FeENUgtkCoY-BKbO_gUR80-PUnERJBUQZPLez7_gy8m3ESMNRWrX6abQlvBaue1QafLtlhO-JPNczRcwfdUjWFU-dgMuAbZEQrF2uxJyD9_kFmU_fH4n7NURwo9pyXjg1v0oDu8/s400/IMG_2623+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704370483558823202" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-71670706075094916162010-01-01T23:00:00.005-05:002010-01-01T23:07:22.713-05:00The right way to bury a dead catIf you have read my previous posts, you may remember the one titled <a href="http://gravegardens.blogspot.com/2008/04/theyre-goiing-to-find-dead-cat.html">“They’re going to find a dead cat”</a> which told the story of how not to bury a cat in a cemetery. Well, this one tells you the right way.<br /><br />About a month before Thanksgiving, my mom’s other cat died. It was almost 20 years old but acted 40. Just like the first cat that died some years ago, my dad insisted that this one was to be buried at the cemetery with my mom too. Only this time it was up to me to bury it because my dad is now confined to a wheelchair and my brother refused to help because he was afraid he wouldn’t get away with it twice. I strongly suggested cremation because scattering ashes is so much easier but he refused.<br /><br />In case you didn’t know, burying an animal in a cemetery meant for humans is illegal, at least in Michigan so it has to be carefully planned. <br /><br />Here is a sure fire way to perform the task.<br /><br />First of all, pick a date shortly before Christmas. If the time of death does not coincide with this timing, use a spare freezer that isn’t being used for food to keep the cat in as my dad did. Be sure to wrap the cat in a nice towel first though. To be honest, he put the cat in the freezer because I was out of town when it died. The rest of the plan came later.<br /><br />Buy a small Christmas tree and decorate it appropriately for a cemetery. Nail a wooden cross on the bottom of the tree trunk to keep it from tipping over<br /><br />Arrive at the cemetery at dusk so that it is just light enough to allow noisy neighbor to see that you are delivering a Christmas tree but dark enough so that they don’t notice the other small detail that you will slip in, namely the burial of the cat.<br /><br />Set the tree (and the cat) down and “notice” that the tree will easily tip over, even with the wooden cross nailed to the bottom, in case the neighbors are looking at you. Talk about it with your spouse for a time. When the lighting is just right, dig a hole a little larger than necessary to “bury the tree” which will help it stay upright.<br /><br />It should be pretty dark now, and no one will notice as you slip the cat into the bottom of the hole. Kick some of the dirt over the cat and then set the tree into the hole. Finish filling in the hole, firmly securing the tree and hiding the cat forever. <br /><br />By the way, the picture shown of the Christmas tree is not where the cat is buried. I had to use a decoy in case someone familiar with the cemetery reads this.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF60TOzRp7aHKCRww6R9qw_sPnGQXEVOsTT4xRBk_9EYt6E2UZ-NYR-m5PWyB22Qdn06bpR_E5Uxa58XlNBWNMSZpfr3GVeGTzjY03f_L9lTNE261D9yquqFnOP6uWei32j7xJ1Y5HKi4/s1600-h/Betty+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF60TOzRp7aHKCRww6R9qw_sPnGQXEVOsTT4xRBk_9EYt6E2UZ-NYR-m5PWyB22Qdn06bpR_E5Uxa58XlNBWNMSZpfr3GVeGTzjY03f_L9lTNE261D9yquqFnOP6uWei32j7xJ1Y5HKi4/s400/Betty+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421988107361247042" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-77638015710701800392009-11-18T22:50:00.007-05:002009-11-18T23:14:26.503-05:00If tears could.....<p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></p></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Build a stairway and memories a lane, I’d walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I don’t remember the first time I seen these words at a cemetery but I do remember thinking that it was nice. But that was before I had seen it waaayyy too many (as in hundreds) of times. It makes me grateful for the few original verses that I happen to find. <br /><br />They come in all sizes and shapes, from dollar store plastic stones to those made by a loved ones own hands. And, even though I have had enough of them, I always take a picture.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuHRUqQcVWuF5Fi6QYPWHMy4RSMaY-_xX0aqSJgakVHSRwzOFhn_U1YqyWvIEPTjZpIRT-azYKG7MrpREv2uO7tdyvHji5Ufvh93eLcKtBVFZhB8MwhAuDs2VUY1pCVzfS7f-jUQ5zMY/s1600/IMG_7955.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659768314946562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuHRUqQcVWuF5Fi6QYPWHMy4RSMaY-_xX0aqSJgakVHSRwzOFhn_U1YqyWvIEPTjZpIRT-azYKG7MrpREv2uO7tdyvHji5Ufvh93eLcKtBVFZhB8MwhAuDs2VUY1pCVzfS7f-jUQ5zMY/s400/IMG_7955.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhyphenhyphenveULgx5alw3QBDzAdoCKK1DmEG20PWNmU_MkhsmTgUPdPyyDFEHVZrZfj-TIUT2XRPc8cpQZm6584hyESpSa4aEOVMNRO4zQ1FQ-SR9tPdiHgvFkQ83excPhjLjjTs_2NhZhIOHUE/s1600/IMG_7949.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405659763084927874" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbqPrZgPCG9QLV_-kPSpo_5NKPZRR7nApLfQpDQhmAIbPqly6X38-wZeImV8ItC5Sr5lCBeXOZQ3H7x1TUltH3GN9Mk15WpGMxULQhhQdh88by8aqbVf2TuIFcG40xKh61ar-RfvqF6A/s400/101_0569.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-88239768349727442082009-10-26T19:42:00.004-04:002009-10-26T19:44:02.334-04:00Just a random thoughtI order from a certain plastics company regularly as part of my job. With every order, they include some sort of religious pamphlet to help spread the word of God. <br /><br />This last pamphlet was a collection of stories by a number of people each telling their own personal story of how God heard and answered their prayers. <br /><br />I scanned through the pamphlet and came across the story of a woman who was concerned that her husband was not saved. I don’t have permission to write exactly what she said but it concerned her prayer group lifting him up and saying something along the lines of if he was saved, give her peace and if not, knock him down. Well, the next day he had a heart attack! He didn’t die that day but did a couple of months later due to heart problems. <br /><br />I mentioned the story to my husband who said “it was probably a coincidence.” He missed the point I was trying to make which was: Here is a story of a deeply religious woman who truly believes in the power of prayer. She and her fellow church members believe that God answers prayers. So why in the world would they even mention “knocking him down?” Why dare God to “knock” anyone down? Why not a simple “please let him be saved?”<br /><br /> I don’t know about her, but I think I would feel pretty darn guilty that I may have played a part in his dying.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-83012686777070242122009-10-07T23:05:00.003-04:002009-10-07T23:08:28.093-04:00Holy cow !!!It’s been a long time since I posted. It’s not that I lost interest; I just haven’t had a moment of free time in the last 6 weeks.<br />My sister went in for what should have been “routine” surgery and it was anything but routine.<br /><br />A couple of days stay in the hospital has turned into:<br />a week at the hospital (not the one in town, but the one 60 miles away of course)<br />then to a nursing home for some rehab (it lasted less than 6 hours)<br />back to the hospital for a week (staff infection)<br />the the nursing home for 5 days<br />back to the hospital ICU for a week (bleeding ulcer from the pain meds)<br />then the nursing home for 6 days<br />back to the hospital ICU for a week (TWO bleeding ulcers)<br />She’s now back in the nursing home, swelled up like a fricking blowfish and itching from some kind of rash. And no one knows why of course.<br /><br />I knew before, but her experiences have reinforced my conviction that hospitals are not for the sick. If you need a biopsy, have a non-complicated baby delivery, or most outpatient procedures and you will probably do just fine. It’s when you have to get some actual care that they often fail. There is no communication between anyone, many of the nurses were down right mean, and no one seems to care about anything other than gossiping. It’s all about treating the symptoms and getting you out of there. And when I say symptoms, I mean the ones that caused the hospitalization, not the ones that crop up DURING the hospitalization, like for instance, the massive swelling over her entire body. I heard “Oh, is she more swollen than usual”? And “we’re giving her lasix, that should work, just give it time”. And “maybe she’s allergic to something, it will probably go away”. Should? Maybe? Probably? Well it sounds like MAYBE I could do your job without any specialized schooling.<br /><br />She has just passed a week out of the hospital and we both hope she doesn’t ever have to return. I sure will feel better about it once the swelling is gone though.<br />So, that’s what I have been doing the last 7 weeks. The only positive point was that I did a lot of stair climbing during my hospital visits!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-52260822626558644392009-08-13T20:23:00.006-04:002012-02-01T22:07:11.575-05:00Everything and everyone diessooner or later, regardless of how much you pray or wish against it. As you age, the deaths become more frequent. I was also going to say harder to deal with but I'm not sure that's true.<br /><br />My first memory of death happened when I was a toddler and it was not a person; it was a chicken. My parents decided to raise chickens and the day came when it was time to butcher one of them. I'm pretty sure that it happened before I even knew what death meant. All I knew was that the whole family was there to watch as my dad held an ax high over a chickens head, which was flung over a stump (of course), and he couldn't go through with it. My grandmother had to grab the ax from his hand, swearing the whole time, and whack its head off. The next thing I knew, a headless chicken came running across the yard right to me. No matter where I ran or how much I screamed, and boy, did I scream, it would not untangle from my legs. I remember the blood all over me and the terror I felt. I remember some people laughing and others trying to help. I also remember running by the head laying by that stump and seeing it blink. That death was very hard for me to deal with and I am sure that it played a part in me becoming a vegetarian later in life.<br /><br />Lots of deaths have happened since then and each one has burnt a permanent memory into my brain. Watching my pet cat flipping around after get getting hit by a car. Hearing that an old boyfriend was murdered and left in a drainage ditch. The last look my mother gave me before she fell asleep and never woke up again. The sound of the fading heart monitor and my cousins words of of love to his mother as we each held a hand at her bedside watching her die. He trying to assure her it was ok to let go, even though we didn't believe it.<br /><br />This month I experienced another death. Not a person thankfully, but my grand old octopus of a mulberry tree. The spring freeze predictor I have written about here in previous posts. A cancer had invaded it a few years ago and slowly, trunk by trunk, it began to die. I woke a few weeks ago to find that its last three branches had dropped withing inches of the ground. I'm sure that my neighbor is singing to the heavens because the birds will no longer be able to eat the delicious berries and leave those horrible and permanent purple stains on her car or cement driveway.<br /><br />I am not going to tell her that I plan to plant another to take its place as soon as I can. How else will I know when it is safe to plant my flowers each spring?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-38983738172626973132009-07-15T23:17:00.031-04:002009-07-16T01:16:03.704-04:00We took a little vacation<div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">down south recently and of course, I made sure we stopped at a few cemeteries. If it had been up to me we probably would have stopped at every one we passed, but unfortunately my husband doesn't share my fascination with cemeteries to the same extent as I do so we had to compromise.<br /><br />One of the biggest surprises was the cemetery in Asheville, North Carolina that we stopped at, just by chance. As I was walking around this huge cemetery, I came across the graves of Thomas Wolfe and O Henry. I found it interesting that both headstones were relatively small and neither was adorned except for some small stones and other items that visitors left. Does anyone know why people leave stones on graves? </span></div><span style="color:#000000;"><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Here is Thomas Wolfes<br /></span><br /></div></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lXi7_3K-qmOX_OTV_NaPLN_ggnAmv7d3Kz7mycTfxQNWPkmyJDk30cP-Qh6XhuPhWGCXDWekkefwgUBXvmsHUzgVXwwKjQFT11mDJSNOxQwIy-hcmwJ-FECegrgHp3jfEhrQxATtu6o/s1600-h/thomas+wolfe+1+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358901488967739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9lXi7_3K-qmOX_OTV_NaPLN_ggnAmv7d3Kz7mycTfxQNWPkmyJDk30cP-Qh6XhuPhWGCXDWekkefwgUBXvmsHUzgVXwwKjQFT11mDJSNOxQwIy-hcmwJ-FECegrgHp3jfEhrQxATtu6o/s400/thomas+wolfe+1+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkn30luXIxgX7h7rAdF868q-yckC9RJs9ld3O3-XdN-JYmxljLwfjLOgBRIx2Vq0sNELH1Hg6GRVYQOL8Yrm6FFmUgHpKxZDohC4XF2GDnqcb-ITCNzgZaMNyhTVJNY_n8vaq4sMQX08/s1600-h/thomas+wolfe+2+cropped+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358904329367822338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkn30luXIxgX7h7rAdF868q-yckC9RJs9ld3O3-XdN-JYmxljLwfjLOgBRIx2Vq0sNELH1Hg6GRVYQOL8Yrm6FFmUgHpKxZDohC4XF2GDnqcb-ITCNzgZaMNyhTVJNY_n8vaq4sMQX08/s400/thomas+wolfe+2+cropped+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Just a short distance away is O Henry! It’s a good thing they had a sign pointing it out because I would not have recognized it by his real name. Again, quite an unimpressive stone. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"><p></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aI2OelqCkJzhY8Z_e7nDmfz-bYiV6uJwweYjUC2vBdEf-icPjQ2oexz_oaSYP-rhuOLipqrbWGKJ068oOMPmgOJFcdUy9Rk2KDC8g1O-PFdLskz6DULtCQEuuXCmO77jFSPCEDhlFdU/s1600-h/O+henry+1.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358893741122810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4aI2OelqCkJzhY8Z_e7nDmfz-bYiV6uJwweYjUC2vBdEf-icPjQ2oexz_oaSYP-rhuOLipqrbWGKJ068oOMPmgOJFcdUy9Rk2KDC8g1O-PFdLskz6DULtCQEuuXCmO77jFSPCEDhlFdU/s400/O+henry+1.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br />What a coincidence to find the graves of two famous people without even trying!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">I found that cemeteries down south have some similarities to those up here in Michigan. For instance, they like plastic flowers.<br /><br /></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rjk2vvdyRd4q0gRWufUafECTXTnagJjiu4yKcTSz0pFmuN_Aus2AsEBCOZ3znA19ahw9GFxHQHLT6y4fnCuwZbDxJVXzIHUzjMeOPa7P-vG4pjpPSNhVrIgXkq2PU9BwOisPNxlZr4Y/s1600-h/all+in+a+row.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358894727380875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; CURSER: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rjk2vvdyRd4q0gRWufUafECTXTnagJjiu4yKcTSz0pFmuN_Aus2AsEBCOZ3znA19ahw9GFxHQHLT6y4fnCuwZbDxJVXzIHUzjMeOPa7P-vG4pjpPSNhVrIgXkq2PU9BwOisPNxlZr4Y/s400/all+in+a+row.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Zd0EtIh32YNI0P1Zvyrlzf4fI2rG1rGw6WReYnSdCyEzjDsDopppzLRK3sU0xOUBGPUDCwoeOZw6CZuvf9udJSL-Ap5rFl95oMFGP21cmzt7Du8RUr2XU1Vhj2m2MbNfaedj9S9DzQg/s1600-h/Dean+Cobb.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358895402961388802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Zd0EtIh32YNI0P1Zvyrlzf4fI2rG1rGw6WReYnSdCyEzjDsDopppzLRK3sU0xOUBGPUDCwoeOZw6CZuvf9udJSL-Ap5rFl95oMFGP21cmzt7Du8RUr2XU1Vhj2m2MbNfaedj9S9DzQg/s400/Dean+Cobb.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></span></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">And they like to over decorate.</span><br /><br /></p><span style="font-size:+0;"><p></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQyu5UJi8U6bCCwRNkcTLthKbI7ELtBcMXsdz5zNKiVu1u9Mrcmnx_Lsff-wxvLtVpSuxf5EyIFgf_r-fQpbuC-Axs-Kji1wc_OV4RX-aForN5KPHW7Nu7GwhhwTziT5lfSDPJhiNloc/s1600-h/overdecorated.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358897399846326386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQyu5UJi8U6bCCwRNkcTLthKbI7ELtBcMXsdz5zNKiVu1u9Mrcmnx_Lsff-wxvLtVpSuxf5EyIFgf_r-fQpbuC-Axs-Kji1wc_OV4RX-aForN5KPHW7Nu7GwhhwTziT5lfSDPJhiNloc/s400/overdecorated.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The differences? Well, they tend to mound the graves.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:+0;"></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LoG9w3BCXkDihpFyeTqFgVkLbNlc5aJIIDLYXB-oa82rHmkeZUWSkwLbluN77kZbJzlPBMuKrPbVNTnjgVOCHqQRaaUJeg1Oi-MDZGbtIJBIIcFlrWyUrtt6D2iNVwllZk4WDJp3-Ho/s1600-h/mounded+grave.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358896873691224226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LoG9w3BCXkDihpFyeTqFgVkLbNlc5aJIIDLYXB-oa82rHmkeZUWSkwLbluN77kZbJzlPBMuKrPbVNTnjgVOCHqQRaaUJeg1Oi-MDZGbtIJBIIcFlrWyUrtt6D2iNVwllZk4WDJp3-Ho/s400/mounded+grave.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">They hyphenate when needed</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:+0;"></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVk1nRrKGKSL1tJ6-4qjJcpEI3Tmsa8MLOc0HY4ELc-lSlZjiZVMi5lVa5n64RhPuMiTTJ8zXTIthwBU-0DsqRUzC3qQg3QKwR63cFJbEyhGvCXnSsYcXNOyEFsZ__BnIDsWEaUrya78/s1600-h/hyphenated+cropped.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358898303473925890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVk1nRrKGKSL1tJ6-4qjJcpEI3Tmsa8MLOc0HY4ELc-lSlZjiZVMi5lVa5n64RhPuMiTTJ8zXTIthwBU-0DsqRUzC3qQg3QKwR63cFJbEyhGvCXnSsYcXNOyEFsZ__BnIDsWEaUrya78/s400/hyphenated+cropped.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">They fence them in to protect them from ????</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:+0;"></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDVe85_fKpyZgrmG8rg9cgYu3ZKNuSODOcxbYwMleO5JtjoZClf1fSAW15wOuvU8MD0HrNiCcY3RJtkxbQg6zoHEnowD7DS39ZWBsj4XPJ63vmC3bPYLEmJz1HUg4q5h0ImJ5Cuyf7lM/s1600-h/fenced+in+1.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358899015456473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDVe85_fKpyZgrmG8rg9cgYu3ZKNuSODOcxbYwMleO5JtjoZClf1fSAW15wOuvU8MD0HrNiCcY3RJtkxbQg6zoHEnowD7DS39ZWBsj4XPJ63vmC3bPYLEmJz1HUg4q5h0ImJ5Cuyf7lM/s400/fenced+in+1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></a></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">They use stones that have fallen to create sculptures and build bridges</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:+0;"></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMb16DxWKLaksdgMnh3Ip6q6bizB81cnvG617GHGsneiAoZUbxVWTqZ2fw7YNm5R1_jMQkcre_3lEUJORlkWUTs4iqjRVx5dT_lPExM-V8zmKOHCxej-txCBbWXsuBVSbA4t6jdIHvHp0/s1600-h/sculpture.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358899796026446498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMb16DxWKLaksdgMnh3Ip6q6bizB81cnvG617GHGsneiAoZUbxVWTqZ2fw7YNm5R1_jMQkcre_3lEUJORlkWUTs4iqjRVx5dT_lPExM-V8zmKOHCxej-txCBbWXsuBVSbA4t6jdIHvHp0/s400/sculpture.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdogJmeg9GE6nUhXPRqPTtMv28zvs677EUOyhaD0P9TcR76Q1IdCiJdRKmBjDGlt8G7oHs-up6vXV-fcrYsUmcHJtnoRu0CUfARI32k58_8m0JKN3TCewuvU-avt543Tzxl4wToVjdJIY/s1600-h/uses+for+lost+headstones+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358901608074582162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdogJmeg9GE6nUhXPRqPTtMv28zvs677EUOyhaD0P9TcR76Q1IdCiJdRKmBjDGlt8G7oHs-up6vXV-fcrYsUmcHJtnoRu0CUfARI32k58_8m0JKN3TCewuvU-avt543Tzxl4wToVjdJIY/s400/uses+for+lost+headstones+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It was a fun time. I can't wait to get on the road again!</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-16209842785927465122009-06-25T22:39:00.009-04:002009-06-25T23:21:19.803-04:00Leaving trinkets<span style="color:#000000;">at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grave sites</span> is something that never occurs to me so I find it interesting when I come across graves decorated with numerous knickknacks, usually accompanied by lots of plastic flowers. It’s not that there is anything wrong with these decorations. In fact, sometimes I feel there must be something wrong with me to find them so amusing (sometimes sad) since there are so many of these colorful graves.<br /><br />Are the decorators simply bringing gifts that they think their loved one would enjoy? Or, are they trying to reveal (to me) as much as they can about their loved one by filling their four by eight space with items that truly meant something to that person in the grave? Maybe it’s a combination of the two. Whatever the intention, there are many times when I have walked away from a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grave site</span> having gained a some knowledge about the stranger buried there. And sometimes I walk away craving more.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">That's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alot</span> of plastic</p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZzIh-OyN48m3VtJPSlIqcSrCVFyQv4QcN8vNCQ-EetO8S4FmdPWxKt91YdXuHHNXhpQb5MU4wwXTFE23l7sYypwOVe3vqfsoClOPGOf0hR-fHXX9qEoqEcF_Wxy_eIlpbYFKYR4BHUc/s1600-h/plastic+3+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466698701571170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZzIh-OyN48m3VtJPSlIqcSrCVFyQv4QcN8vNCQ-EetO8S4FmdPWxKt91YdXuHHNXhpQb5MU4wwXTFE23l7sYypwOVe3vqfsoClOPGOf0hR-fHXX9qEoqEcF_Wxy_eIlpbYFKYR4BHUc/s400/plastic+3+small.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDZzIh-OyN48m3VtJPSlIqcSrCVFyQv4QcN8vNCQ-EetO8S4FmdPWxKt91YdXuHHNXhpQb5MU4wwXTFE23l7sYypwOVe3vqfsoClOPGOf0hR-fHXX9qEoqEcF_Wxy_eIlpbYFKYR4BHUc/s1600-h/plastic+3+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"><br />A little moss would make all the difference<br /><br /></p><p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpsilxFSiGvbCwRzqS3t24s2rPChUWbbwEoJHf4g4_zH_QTLPrZC2WsWPqdSaT9RMwvsRYZqIWU5sejzFKENKXkdcpWRpgR7mH5DntZAulTwHaqLvsCJNiYWvYaRFhQ2Sabo5mUwqJoVE/s1600-h/plastic+2+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466694054423954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpsilxFSiGvbCwRzqS3t24s2rPChUWbbwEoJHf4g4_zH_QTLPrZC2WsWPqdSaT9RMwvsRYZqIWU5sejzFKENKXkdcpWRpgR7mH5DntZAulTwHaqLvsCJNiYWvYaRFhQ2Sabo5mUwqJoVE/s400/plastic+2+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"><br />The baskets looked like they cost more than the flowers</p><p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUG0Do_urxez4DcUvo6YpB1HxDv_B3GT-nJ4HWxc1SpIZW5dyRRu2FfHb0fEhVMi_ZgbjwYxstaskcbIv7xWmdOObzF3rDm5CRz4ObXND52HiVIp_YgB1gasg5G3V85pWtkVI7Iqo4wI/s1600-h/plastic+1+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466687338232658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUG0Do_urxez4DcUvo6YpB1HxDv_B3GT-nJ4HWxc1SpIZW5dyRRu2FfHb0fEhVMi_ZgbjwYxstaskcbIv7xWmdOObzF3rDm5CRz4ObXND52HiVIp_YgB1gasg5G3V85pWtkVI7Iqo4wI/s400/plastic+1+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p><p></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /><br />A boiler maker, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">harley</span> riding, fishing and dog loving man</p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdR_qB-3PGSYKilJVwVQfycFy1KxdFCG3N4Aoyxr2B_2ZDrWz1rWjn_Xni11GkkZCOjW4XY11xMmV8wDc1yHuN3nV_YgY6YLnsb7KQZP5Jfzi9a8S7euyM9dnjTr8IL7RFWJuYDqT4iE/s1600-h/hunting+fishing+bike+riding+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466372851498530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLdR_qB-3PGSYKilJVwVQfycFy1KxdFCG3N4Aoyxr2B_2ZDrWz1rWjn_Xni11GkkZCOjW4XY11xMmV8wDc1yHuN3nV_YgY6YLnsb7KQZP5Jfzi9a8S7euyM9dnjTr8IL7RFWJuYDqT4iE/s400/hunting+fishing+bike+riding+small.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">American</span> bow hunter</p><p align="center"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPTFokcYtkWSJDxLOG_n7dKBYK5jmCK0_vqdMkAZvPDBpupE9FR1obPoA_ODwyLJuMKmU3AgjLG76yvekKPt9js9esUb6soyXwTBPUZWD2nHFUFRRoQKHB-A7mpx_6sPznbbvhu-FjPE/s1600-h/flags+hunting+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466372005086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPTFokcYtkWSJDxLOG_n7dKBYK5jmCK0_vqdMkAZvPDBpupE9FR1obPoA_ODwyLJuMKmU3AgjLG76yvekKPt9js9esUb6soyXwTBPUZWD2nHFUFRRoQKHB-A7mpx_6sPznbbvhu-FjPE/s400/flags+hunting+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Frogs a</span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nd</span> Christmas </span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffOzLVsIy_FZ9-6kifRCvBNi2yUFMFYfCvyQVoDFsqm8qecUJoghyR02buI9yXC14zokSSNeZFSw1Z12fWUoA1b2NGPBmGzVKIBdv0lOvPyUerWUTtyewT4r9wmucu5616VtRoeWuf9s/s1600-h/frogs+and+christmas+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466366170112114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffOzLVsIy_FZ9-6kifRCvBNi2yUFMFYfCvyQVoDFsqm8qecUJoghyR02buI9yXC14zokSSNeZFSw1Z12fWUoA1b2NGPBmGzVKIBdv0lOvPyUerWUTtyewT4r9wmucu5616VtRoeWuf9s/s400/frogs+and+christmas+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">The headless horseman...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">opps</span> horsewoman</p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPFQ6sPxjoyBv8_d2-XHYx90ZAwwPMiJuAroVrVQ36oYAEI-IvKklOkkB7ln0AgjEtDj7dOcspXznfILK3Ut3todtwVBL6ykLVYVPQhcuJWMUV7qaIjKP_1eOr-vL5sSKrf8tEoOEKys/s1600-h/headless+unicorn+rider+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466121338795538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxPFQ6sPxjoyBv8_d2-XHYx90ZAwwPMiJuAroVrVQ36oYAEI-IvKklOkkB7ln0AgjEtDj7dOcspXznfILK3Ut3todtwVBL6ykLVYVPQhcuJWMUV7qaIjKP_1eOr-vL5sSKrf8tEoOEKys/s400/headless+unicorn+rider+small.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center"><br />He loved his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cocker</span> spaniel</span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16X2X23V_Y97pzWhIlyygCyyFwrdaWSZG42zjejccr2MWBBike9QeQ5ULvSCt1SXsG37BWFYwQtNCfKhBlw7BLZwICXavLmJoo-ez0Xz6MrALC6yLV25s-HI8uHuAP55TyHJx9T2H0ao/s1600-h/cocker+spaniel+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466117619771042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16X2X23V_Y97pzWhIlyygCyyFwrdaWSZG42zjejccr2MWBBike9QeQ5ULvSCt1SXsG37BWFYwQtNCfKhBlw7BLZwICXavLmJoo-ez0Xz6MrALC6yLV25s-HI8uHuAP55TyHJx9T2H0ao/s400/cocker+spaniel+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">And he loved his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">weiner</span> dogs</span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cNwGpk2LSLRGIajX48_IIdR7ft4Qm1qIyatgpg3LJW5fYIWYqH6JgbLoJmjU78qKcfmRn2sTe9o567lUd5nsRFYXt7X8qVUOk34P65XMsJdDJ_5hChE7_dvB5qxDzzTxKCdj3a1Fiac/s1600-h/bassits+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351466112500534962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cNwGpk2LSLRGIajX48_IIdR7ft4Qm1qIyatgpg3LJW5fYIWYqH6JgbLoJmjU78qKcfmRn2sTe9o567lUd5nsRFYXt7X8qVUOk34P65XMsJdDJ_5hChE7_dvB5qxDzzTxKCdj3a1Fiac/s400/bassits+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></p><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"><br /> </p><p align="center">The twins</span></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqcDquFIj4RbVR1OrGrW6MkQgXC1orRM-lYOlw5un9kOa7OYG9W9wJ3weV4xI9uKY1YoQUtcq6f44Dq6Q7hnxx-8cHg6jBOuCV9SrV3dRyTErjc5GigrsqgiJIhWtQBOSHnPr7B2KLSI/s1600-h/twin+2+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351467348187583186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqcDquFIj4RbVR1OrGrW6MkQgXC1orRM-lYOlw5un9kOa7OYG9W9wJ3weV4xI9uKY1YoQUtcq6f44Dq6Q7hnxx-8cHg6jBOuCV9SrV3dRyTErjc5GigrsqgiJIhWtQBOSHnPr7B2KLSI/s400/twin+2+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcPY929PVlPMxDY0U_r7l3-uwdomkoZQyTWAheKC8pexNDplbqgALXCJHlmMATdL7VduBcGGxIncL3a9iixeS2CbrTPvRWJgblC56ac_9nvD4U6J3o3XFj0WuWdVD07oX4gZ1CFw0w4M/s1600-h/twin+1+small.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351467350953675202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQcPY929PVlPMxDY0U_r7l3-uwdomkoZQyTWAheKC8pexNDplbqgALXCJHlmMATdL7VduBcGGxIncL3a9iixeS2CbrTPvRWJgblC56ac_9nvD4U6J3o3XFj0WuWdVD07oX4gZ1CFw0w4M/s400/twin+1+small.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-36541512244575029262009-06-02T22:49:00.005-04:002009-06-02T23:12:25.974-04:00The Mad Rush<span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">is over for planting. I still have a few things to get into the ground at home but the cemeteries are done at least.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Here are a few pictures of interesting things I found in urns while I was visiting the various cemeteries this spring.<br /><br /><br /><c>Notice that the beer can takes precedence over the flowers. At least the color of the can matches the flowers.</span></c><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5RB_8ywerHy2NZJjXrDLKVF7moXAmicd0Li-dA3981m5QVOghsIzuWk73fDMfhULh3oTzMHA1ajS2MY1YnPzpZIMnsLHFu1kaOkGnQdiL3o4XZjWCCzGyy2Ox4nJci7Kc6E4j9TtPm4/s1600-h/beer+can+in+urn+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928662122746978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5RB_8ywerHy2NZJjXrDLKVF7moXAmicd0Li-dA3981m5QVOghsIzuWk73fDMfhULh3oTzMHA1ajS2MY1YnPzpZIMnsLHFu1kaOkGnQdiL3o4XZjWCCzGyy2Ox4nJci7Kc6E4j9TtPm4/s400/beer+can+in+urn+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><c><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Everything about this is sad.</span></span></c><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4mEiDYXRfEm-QXHytjzpPV3oLxlEbelEzj9iWnrn0SgzKDiYwH9eOJP3HTIgjF4-jm1XU1VqUgwL1RhP_FrzpIm7qHn38aL2IhRyYDn1QiYiUgaCSA-RPHJQIOFXDlFjvapjSfXoMvQ/s1600-h/bassit+hound.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928669510044594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4mEiDYXRfEm-QXHytjzpPV3oLxlEbelEzj9iWnrn0SgzKDiYwH9eOJP3HTIgjF4-jm1XU1VqUgwL1RhP_FrzpIm7qHn38aL2IhRyYDn1QiYiUgaCSA-RPHJQIOFXDlFjvapjSfXoMvQ/s400/bassit+hound.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was actually a little freaked out when I peaked into this urn. The eyes of those cats were spooky!!! And don't they know that birds and cats don't mix?</span><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfERm8Qn-tgYtpaMD_57GLpSACOrl7EuKLSWm9eTC0XZvqgk6ThGKSNqKljjs3PJn8kQmXP3dKZgCRT585TODCQC9wd0882fYwsilc5s-KPTa6pMRsk6h8mw0QuRkUD9dFdA_9j4P-Pgc/s1600-h/spooky+cats.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928674498919842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfERm8Qn-tgYtpaMD_57GLpSACOrl7EuKLSWm9eTC0XZvqgk6ThGKSNqKljjs3PJn8kQmXP3dKZgCRT585TODCQC9wd0882fYwsilc5s-KPTa6pMRsk6h8mw0QuRkUD9dFdA_9j4P-Pgc/s400/spooky+cats.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">This was found in the urn of a small child who had died. He died only a few years ago so I was very surprised at the lack of flowers on this grave. Very sad. Maybe I'll go back and put something on this grave.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX7zgkg_LKJjy7UUef4K_qKBQzK4YVaRGPqn0YrB7FTGwlKhPtOlqk2ktCm6pCuZXYFJ3Y3Z-2Imhnh38x9yP-gkXHDy_mbuFmxPbaKh4Sa6DS9iWxsmNcAwid6s52B4avd0w4Hq-2uM/s1600-h/teddy+bear+in+urn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928676062087122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX7zgkg_LKJjy7UUef4K_qKBQzK4YVaRGPqn0YrB7FTGwlKhPtOlqk2ktCm6pCuZXYFJ3Y3Z-2Imhnh38x9yP-gkXHDy_mbuFmxPbaKh4Sa6DS9iWxsmNcAwid6s52B4avd0w4Hq-2uM/s400/teddy+bear+in+urn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Squirrels and rabbits. Very popular for grave decorations. Next to dogs that is.</span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmHKJ3mBGuK6LSNBVv2xgku9Nxiw-bpKI0Q4RaVvZexuQA1cHJOdPqhp6qzT5F3J3EaJVmAqg71UFlPNaNLZewXzb8Uf8Uu1elf7weOI6IRGuze0Q99dhfhshAsfEQa5H52k6BQaylT0/s1600-h/squirrel+rabbit+in+urn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342928680968240530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmHKJ3mBGuK6LSNBVv2xgku9Nxiw-bpKI0Q4RaVvZexuQA1cHJOdPqhp6qzT5F3J3EaJVmAqg71UFlPNaNLZewXzb8Uf8Uu1elf7weOI6IRGuze0Q99dhfhshAsfEQa5H52k6BQaylT0/s400/squirrel+rabbit+in+urn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">By the way, if you have taken any weird or interesting grave pictures, feel free to send them to me, I would love to see them. Maybe I'll even post them here!</span> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-39149904349966688072009-05-18T22:19:00.003-04:002009-05-18T22:34:44.462-04:00Whoa!<span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Sometime between my job, mushroom hunting, and visiting the area greenhouses, the last couple of months flew by. Where in the world did that time go? And why can’t winter go by that fast?<br /><br />This week will be a busy one for me. Lots of planting and flowers to deliver. It is still pretty cold for the end of May but the Mulberry tree has begun to leaf out so I think it’s safe to plant.<br /><br />I don’t have any new cemetery pictures but I can share a few from my mushroom hunts this spring. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />This is why these darn mushroom are so hard to find. Look how well they blend into their surroundings.<br /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU4b6_WmYNMWgwqtDpGwEKIJzvnlGWNxLwzn61jTCCffu4yl5B-GuL839ZN8ej-P_gKJ07ezy2wL2QcgtdQAb4eKJprLnNLWYMQztoPqyLXVdvkWUWf-5jCt2QlcOAWdHBb9WeidVDME/s1600-h/mushroom+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355234183348338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU4b6_WmYNMWgwqtDpGwEKIJzvnlGWNxLwzn61jTCCffu4yl5B-GuL839ZN8ej-P_gKJ07ezy2wL2QcgtdQAb4eKJprLnNLWYMQztoPqyLXVdvkWUWf-5jCt2QlcOAWdHBb9WeidVDME/s400/mushroom+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I almost tripped right over this little guy. It’s a baby sandhill crane.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSia5dpHcDrrci5cr-oA8YjDzVlzXHkaKXnG8sBSCnARFOJerduI2ZAZjYMleKeedOrnsOABubLvJz_kyS-lquE3HVN4p5POWQLLmeCo73VCn3ruoePq7yq7Qz5vSw_eGFGoDtszUMPg/s1600-h/sandhill+crane+baby+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355237048764642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSia5dpHcDrrci5cr-oA8YjDzVlzXHkaKXnG8sBSCnARFOJerduI2ZAZjYMleKeedOrnsOABubLvJz_kyS-lquE3HVN4p5POWQLLmeCo73VCn3ruoePq7yq7Qz5vSw_eGFGoDtszUMPg/s400/sandhill+crane+baby+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">His mom and dad were trying their best to distract me so I quickly snapped a couple of</span><span style="color:#000000;"> pictures and went on my way.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wDCG-2AoQ0F0nO-y6DCzTh-mHfIaG9K2i5pIoU92naDYqTY1Af7GwrRmwufyVP0e6WXcqUU7pEPRkN7mNsktYtcg4Z2h0qOgParC_twV6sfhP9e_Yi-GUhiTY4jDgB-iAhn-SFpxc_A/s1600-h/sandhill+crane+adult.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337356216736410466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wDCG-2AoQ0F0nO-y6DCzTh-mHfIaG9K2i5pIoU92naDYqTY1Af7GwrRmwufyVP0e6WXcqUU7pEPRkN7mNsktYtcg4Z2h0qOgParC_twV6sfhP9e_Yi-GUhiTY4jDgB-iAhn-SFpxc_A/s400/sandhill+crane+adult.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">What an eerie feeling it was to stand in the middle of these flooded pines.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidY3vaWKyFH4cXAIHRVNxQaiSHc_ruIrNq7ANmxWtsWYCNn3Rck_bvU3co6rCXrfe-xUnMGSiUBtSo2BH7yVWEfUYsQiSXJHOY7bpS-ksH65SwFWtGlyFTvm_Se7He5KNQ66sk_ZTdkFY/s1600-h/swamp+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355240738903826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidY3vaWKyFH4cXAIHRVNxQaiSHc_ruIrNq7ANmxWtsWYCNn3Rck_bvU3co6rCXrfe-xUnMGSiUBtSo2BH7yVWEfUYsQiSXJHOY7bpS-ksH65SwFWtGlyFTvm_Se7He5KNQ66sk_ZTdkFY/s400/swamp+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">The picture makes him look huge, but this blowsnake is just a young guy, maybe 10 inches long.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1wJ4koFbKuc0jBRYvhcpaRRmaG7GVvy37UzqdQgC2zGZkb85-4CpMrO78y3Rfs_4k627VCXOfvC4QP1DC3a6wzY6cKXoQBRUdMZHTZhqzw8y-BXCacXTtF92hEFet5VCqR5a4A6ahgA/s1600-h/baby+blowsnake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337355248839767266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1wJ4koFbKuc0jBRYvhcpaRRmaG7GVvy37UzqdQgC2zGZkb85-4CpMrO78y3Rfs_4k627VCXOfvC4QP1DC3a6wzY6cKXoQBRUdMZHTZhqzw8y-BXCacXTtF92hEFet5VCqR5a4A6ahgA/s400/baby+blowsnake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-19228486018666240792009-03-24T22:11:00.003-04:002009-03-24T22:32:29.344-04:00The time of year I like least<span style="color:#000000;">is almost over. If you live in an area where you have clearly defined seasons like I do here in Michigan, it's that short period of time (but sure seems to last forever) that occurs between winter and spring.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8VHd4DAfWoFVDcLS0N_4zMix5XwHXnWgD_ZorKwg2kQhQOZio6Wf6uo4qRW0Hx8RT60_1ILtqfNqfHrPY_UULzfZONX905R1ehC6tFPUBBhnonDlxKDkQtetNXGKm9H15tIgsBPl8zU/s1600-h/dirty+snow.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316946006655930898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8VHd4DAfWoFVDcLS0N_4zMix5XwHXnWgD_ZorKwg2kQhQOZio6Wf6uo4qRW0Hx8RT60_1ILtqfNqfHrPY_UULzfZONX905R1ehC6tFPUBBhnonDlxKDkQtetNXGKm9H15tIgsBPl8zU/s400/dirty+snow.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I call it the D season. The final lingering snow piles are dirty; the tree, shrubs, and flowers look dead; the spring peepers are still deep in their holes; the mostly sunless days are dreary.<br /><br /><br />Once I hear the frogs and see my daffodils everything will be OK.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4ryvlxW1vU_2kj6YU54_oNgWaRGi4SON1PT4aysBgM_r2jFD3s9Y7_jmmgn74cfyqt1dKThYRyGZlrMiW5OnkQDqWt9WSeoNSttOKitAfJaROXFdp8E06AqFl-cD_94Jv2BxhIbcuRM/s1600-h/daffodils.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316946015593996642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4ryvlxW1vU_2kj6YU54_oNgWaRGi4SON1PT4aysBgM_r2jFD3s9Y7_jmmgn74cfyqt1dKThYRyGZlrMiW5OnkQDqWt9WSeoNSttOKitAfJaROXFdp8E06AqFl-cD_94Jv2BxhIbcuRM/s400/daffodils.JPG" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-49056396877280936022009-02-25T21:00:00.001-05:002009-02-25T21:04:59.740-05:00I sure did think<span style="color:#000000;">that I would be able to spend more time on my blog once winter hit but that certainly didn’t happen did it?<br /><br />I just keep finding more stuff to fill my days. Lately, it has been cross-country skiing. I told myself that this year I was going to learn how to ski “skating” style. So far, I have not had much success. Maybe I should have tried to get a better handle on the classic style first?<br /><br />I also flew down to St. Thomas in the American Virgin Islands - my first ever tropical vacation. Quite an interesting little island that is. Especially Coki Beach. It was a beautiful beach filled with an eclectic mix of people and as an added bonus (for me, anyway), it had a tiny private cemetery. I was not allowed to enter the cemetery but I did manage to take a few pictures from outside the fence. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zoypggyrp3qdqQroyMKOHmYROeL-35dkwrITQY9j0ANX0xpE9BnrGQXI3djBGJzLAxigh92mKIibxUuF6XGfEUZ3n6hJgdhm5S51Z7T5xFtvRQ671CxhwJ-2LHzT_cDvRRNiBvkDZnA/s1600-h/cemtery+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306920896140311922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zoypggyrp3qdqQroyMKOHmYROeL-35dkwrITQY9j0ANX0xpE9BnrGQXI3djBGJzLAxigh92mKIibxUuF6XGfEUZ3n6hJgdhm5S51Z7T5xFtvRQ671CxhwJ-2LHzT_cDvRRNiBvkDZnA/s400/cemtery+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDqwZd57XeBrcPYNaWY9QkcpAEEXYDvTrduVRjrvRu5x3jp4dj5fvjEMr_sf_teb7eVek9_WzI3CJaYkNlJ8rPX9NxqRxSsK74i3daEvBk66nKreLxVD-Ns5B1hAPGr67JnVOVvtaHcI/s1600-h/cemetery+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306920899422601762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDqwZd57XeBrcPYNaWY9QkcpAEEXYDvTrduVRjrvRu5x3jp4dj5fvjEMr_sf_teb7eVek9_WzI3CJaYkNlJ8rPX9NxqRxSsK74i3daEvBk66nKreLxVD-Ns5B1hAPGr67JnVOVvtaHcI/s400/cemetery+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfse8Ic1cpN9HAWGRkOXPjuNAdA8NtQfcx1-xkvrkFTtbLNPGZLrEjBznRHKKSwN7AxYFOP1fSj8x60iBzQmmh7E31wRovNt4J-hL3uFzI0i4Jo7szo0CMHfao65Tbunl6IOlg3My2Cco/s1600-h/cemetery+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306920894024089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfse8Ic1cpN9HAWGRkOXPjuNAdA8NtQfcx1-xkvrkFTtbLNPGZLrEjBznRHKKSwN7AxYFOP1fSj8x60iBzQmmh7E31wRovNt4J-hL3uFzI0i4Jo7szo0CMHfao65Tbunl6IOlg3My2Cco/s400/cemetery+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiMUqMtGH0u-tKHinhvsPnouE5r6WZYyT5RWYQWdX83IE2rcRY24nZJuHvx9zQUjoci1sKySpgeLPtbtErjnm4bhmketRcaW_a8o6aqtewweZo4-im5DImum5x0c63C0HpqCORRPfp4k/s1600-h/cemetery+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306920888166120402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiMUqMtGH0u-tKHinhvsPnouE5r6WZYyT5RWYQWdX83IE2rcRY24nZJuHvx9zQUjoci1sKySpgeLPtbtErjnm4bhmketRcaW_a8o6aqtewweZo4-im5DImum5x0c63C0HpqCORRPfp4k/s400/cemetery+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-76416186398200146212008-12-24T08:56:00.003-05:002008-12-24T09:02:38.485-05:00Something to consider<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAzLWWqctPy-w6HWSlD_DLD7xXPVHMBHYcNtq0EPb_dVnE8SDlQnL9ALawF8zfzrug68G33ZLTFvkGlIVah0xuxTinmCmjKd6GZq0AjwSdNUKLVKRvNmCzBRftmiOwrRbGeA45Hdk1P4/s1600-h/IMG_4347.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355640094242562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAzLWWqctPy-w6HWSlD_DLD7xXPVHMBHYcNtq0EPb_dVnE8SDlQnL9ALawF8zfzrug68G33ZLTFvkGlIVah0xuxTinmCmjKd6GZq0AjwSdNUKLVKRvNmCzBRftmiOwrRbGeA45Hdk1P4/s400/IMG_4347.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">When selecting a headstone/cemetery for a family member (or yourself, if you’re the kind of person who wants it all taken care of before hand), please remember this:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">If you select a flat stone and live in a state that gets snow, it will be very, very, very, hard for family and friends to find your grave in the winter. Even if they visit it all the time when the weather is good. Even if they have a map from the sexton. Take it from someone who spent almost a half hour looking for my Aunt and Uncles’ graves this Christmas season.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lSjYOjYq7XCZjo9C_8VS2kNhnRqs5h6Yd-P0Q0O4xZPww_ad6jc_Q0lAlUa3e5PltaNMcx_wmI2QgowHFaVvqw6bT6Z-8lHZ52QrdNolKyBpXVUHoXzKSc69YvDe_aYtyg4KYsvyAPc/s1600-h/IMG_4349+cropped.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355639516789666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lSjYOjYq7XCZjo9C_8VS2kNhnRqs5h6Yd-P0Q0O4xZPww_ad6jc_Q0lAlUa3e5PltaNMcx_wmI2QgowHFaVvqw6bT6Z-8lHZ52QrdNolKyBpXVUHoXzKSc69YvDe_aYtyg4KYsvyAPc/s400/IMG_4349+cropped.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">So, if you want a nice wreath at Christmas or a visit on your winter birthday, pick out a headstone that will stand above the snow and a cemetery that allows them.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-73734637815196912642008-12-15T20:42:00.009-05:002008-12-24T09:03:18.191-05:00My favorite ornament is this little guy<div><table width="150" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rynpP966RLfF8qK2ZADWL1tkr1U5FTaP5-E-bOTjSIdbeo5cmOQkMuObKJxQU38fQ6GCXW1Ib6wUT93DQPewx8e98TLTIuisA3K7kTyTDJpTGOpYuY6m8aC_Rud9qmfshpDxecZfbog/s1600-h/antique+santa.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-rynpP966RLfF8qK2ZADWL1tkr1U5FTaP5-E-bOTjSIdbeo5cmOQkMuObKJxQU38fQ6GCXW1Ib6wUT93DQPewx8e98TLTIuisA3K7kTyTDJpTGOpYuY6m8aC_Rud9qmfshpDxecZfbog/s400/antique+santa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280198384646246162" /></a></td><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCDO4ShjFbWagLvkXI_M7IL0O7YdAz5Yi9e2VuybycYDlQ02JuJuvYass1JYGX_mo4-nxapdYrqS6tRfQJO7gskKC_BfST1rVR3hBwBJ39RDGYfBGDjoNCGW4D59cCRvUCGSQAzJO5yc/s1600-h/antique+santa.+2JPG.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280197869209866674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCDO4ShjFbWagLvkXI_M7IL0O7YdAz5Yi9e2VuybycYDlQ02JuJuvYass1JYGX_mo4-nxapdYrqS6tRfQJO7gskKC_BfST1rVR3hBwBJ39RDGYfBGDjoNCGW4D59cCRvUCGSQAzJO5yc/s400/antique+santa.+2JPG.JPG" border="0" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><div></div><span style="color:#000000;">I found him some years ago while cleaning out my aunt’s basement after she moved into an assisted living center.<br /><br />The tag reads “To: Mrs. Cogshall, From: Florence Nelson (my grandma). It is dated 1914. I wonder why she never gave it to her?<br /><br />In that same box of Christmas stuff, I also found some vintage GE Ice light bulbs <br /><br /><table border="0" width="150"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgK0NBoBiFLxWjhb_wzk1gu36t1BwJX-vKPp72Ref8u5_NQSHIscKIbZXO4C-cKRJE88sPELwTwNcqzCMIaHL1lJQynVimKWNnmknltPrYf3QRY6UuyXPCz7idMqjviotIW4sAJmO_Tk/s1600-h/IMG_4344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgK0NBoBiFLxWjhb_wzk1gu36t1BwJX-vKPp72Ref8u5_NQSHIscKIbZXO4C-cKRJE88sPELwTwNcqzCMIaHL1lJQynVimKWNnmknltPrYf3QRY6UuyXPCz7idMqjviotIW4sAJmO_Tk/s400/IMG_4344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280200005489620418" /></a></td><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD6h9k033LWSoVZmJHhrROQyr2dWjbIEeVCB5bDqXkJDGJvtFgE3zapa2Yu1chKfSbapwjU50sxB_X8ER5W5kX4WvyoQHkpnpfKdu_KvvZRuWClrPvzg_VWqfJUw8ncSaNOsfYXN1deY/s1600-h/IMG_4343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD6h9k033LWSoVZmJHhrROQyr2dWjbIEeVCB5bDqXkJDGJvtFgE3zapa2Yu1chKfSbapwjU50sxB_X8ER5W5kX4WvyoQHkpnpfKdu_KvvZRuWClrPvzg_VWqfJUw8ncSaNOsfYXN1deY/s400/IMG_4343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280199995067230770" /></a></td><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihlVAupIzzYk39zXR59g99FbJqCT3SdTlWwD2522qFNA7Ck33oSK3jv8FyJmTW4LbE9m5XmS_eW-GLhNTZVHZwgPGjLwHTyjVLUYaXSFGGJ5gDvqYkrrpykqxDCdy1Fg5OVxizgMw-Q3M/s1600-h/IMG_4342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihlVAupIzzYk39zXR59g99FbJqCT3SdTlWwD2522qFNA7Ck33oSK3jv8FyJmTW4LbE9m5XmS_eW-GLhNTZVHZwgPGjLwHTyjVLUYaXSFGGJ5gDvqYkrrpykqxDCdy1Fg5OVxizgMw-Q3M/s400/IMG_4342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280199990826527042" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table>and a small bag containing about $15 in silver dollars. It almost made up for the weeks of pouring through hundreds of boxes trying to decide what was going to auction and what to toss in the trash hopper. Almost. Since I inherited all the same pack rat genes as my aunt and grandma, sorting through all that history was not an easy chore for me.</span><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-19100235928929257282008-11-27T17:56:00.008-05:002008-12-06T15:15:10.239-05:00Thanksgiving<span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">is almost over.<br /><br />I did all the cooking and I am tired, but it was a great day. To me, anytime the family gets together is a good day. We laugh and we bitch, but in the end it's all OK. That's what families do.<br /><br />Later I watched the news. A guy was being interviewed and he was bitching because he was laid off and couldn't afford to buy a turkey for his family. I almost felt sorry for you but I didn't. First of all, you were smoking a cigarette. I am not one of those anti-smoking crusaders, in fact I use to smoke. And because I used to smoke, I know that if you had cut out 4 or 5 packs of cigarettes over the last couple of weeks, you would have had enough money to buy that turkey. Second of all, you didn't look like you needed a turkey dinner. If fact, you looked like you never missed a turkey dinner or any other meal in your life.<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000000;">I know that sound harsh, if not downright mean, but how about thinking about the things you could be thankful for? Let me help you count your blessings. You were able to talk, you had legs and stood unassisted, you have a family, your clothes looked clean and warm. You are better off than many if we just stop there.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">No matter how bad you think your life is, it could be so much worse. Every time I start to feel like I deserve more, I remember a </span><a href="http://www.hbo.com/docs/programs/kevincarter/synopsis.html"><span style="color:#000099;">photograph</span></a></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;"> </span>I saw that brought tears to my eyes. Let me share it with you so that you will be thankful too. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLITJM6hi00AJAWd_GDW9BILi1MDdv83I4pnd_08GTWsEV3GLYDFLB1t2Odh9LoiV1imLOmqVAdCUlm3JJlRHd_OGyovnG32JSElVFkNg08grGBno5s-3DMHyqDTRoPgjk9ZU8lVa4GY/s1600-h/staving+child.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489272316586946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLITJM6hi00AJAWd_GDW9BILi1MDdv83I4pnd_08GTWsEV3GLYDFLB1t2Odh9LoiV1imLOmqVAdCUlm3JJlRHd_OGyovnG32JSElVFkNg08grGBno5s-3DMHyqDTRoPgjk9ZU8lVa4GY/s400/staving+child.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Ok, now tell me again what your problem is. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></div></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">This is the war we should be fighting. In today’s world of gluttony and waste, NO ONE should have to live and die like this.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15377059/"><span style="color:#000099;">It is estimated that the cost of the Iraq war is $255 million per day, or a little less than $1.8 billion a week.</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> That figure includes both military and non-military spending on things like reconstruction. Just one week's worth of that money would stop this tragedy. It all sounds so very simple to me. But it must not be, </span><em><span style="color:#000000;">right?</span><br /></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-59052442684407733302008-11-13T20:49:00.006-05:002008-11-13T21:49:56.885-05:00Just some pictures<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It's pretty safe to assume he is not still with us...so why didn't anyone engrave the date he died? And look how good these pictures still look!<br /><br /></span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jZlooBHJFBqL_5qYQDro3Zpw6aFHvGgv9evQHX3cplFIG_R0KbUlu-cx75SRBOWve-0rFWRxGK90FQiBTbdh7y3q8GlG9CenN1G5Q42JomEKd0uSg1eMBGca7LzPZw4PJ2RhgchncxI/s1600-h/still+alive.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268326404580960194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9jZlooBHJFBqL_5qYQDro3Zpw6aFHvGgv9evQHX3cplFIG_R0KbUlu-cx75SRBOWve-0rFWRxGK90FQiBTbdh7y3q8GlG9CenN1G5Q42JomEKd0uSg1eMBGca7LzPZw4PJ2RhgchncxI/s400/still+alive.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">FIX THESE!!!</span><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwmtEYCDN7wY-xMQm9qekUk2rBbuaN1QxZmVNubpkl9u8qYvs32o_BPDSla0gYqkUwVAEwOwww5SteeJLSrF7N7sUfl_-wQDyI-IPxsnDQVkcgyzMcmApOiY1wtadxIheOhIdR7lbgmE/s1600-h/fallen+balls+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268326399048045682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwmtEYCDN7wY-xMQm9qekUk2rBbuaN1QxZmVNubpkl9u8qYvs32o_BPDSla0gYqkUwVAEwOwww5SteeJLSrF7N7sUfl_-wQDyI-IPxsnDQVkcgyzMcmApOiY1wtadxIheOhIdR7lbgmE/s400/fallen+balls+2.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Seashells! I wonder what this looked like when it was new?</span><br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFrc_rVjIGKkCXq3dgrPAspkRjVM4OddVQrue2yH9wZXkKF9MuNIRgQY7YfZcvmV47c3A6wyDRaEbFZK4fDMrCxqVhDGUOU23WROa46kGa59O_6Ov0Bzh0i8g1W1r_HwnFX_IE7Wk-Ryc/s1600-h/seashell+grave+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268326391719967586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFrc_rVjIGKkCXq3dgrPAspkRjVM4OddVQrue2yH9wZXkKF9MuNIRgQY7YfZcvmV47c3A6wyDRaEbFZK4fDMrCxqVhDGUOU23WROa46kGa59O_6Ov0Bzh0i8g1W1r_HwnFX_IE7Wk-Ryc/s400/seashell+grave+2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">A dead rose for the dead.<br /><br /></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreTktGEBI5eUexV7Y8og5lkzjiTJArnW60RyDvKi-j4wam0op_e-7Tmd6nqn7y0oNmwBL7mLQiVET5j9oBC9k8zhLHvgQAkYDT01we2BE5HfP30qgCAmM95UdqgBVZtK9qZ5BKTbc4Bk/s1600-h/the+dead+rose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268326384133624242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjreTktGEBI5eUexV7Y8og5lkzjiTJArnW60RyDvKi-j4wam0op_e-7Tmd6nqn7y0oNmwBL7mLQiVET5j9oBC9k8zhLHvgQAkYDT01we2BE5HfP30qgCAmM95UdqgBVZtK9qZ5BKTbc4Bk/s400/the+dead+rose.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">A country cemetery</span><br /><br /></p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPkyPwaTwoejUdf6pQzE8pHxPerZ_P9xHb7K9VP0WrKv7so7E_s_0O1v6wpuhl0hSY406ZaDqJ7lD8z4FE9zcCuiyS2m0JubL7ArFpl3meMN58kCBgE_tC2Gpb4DorhTkqkdrw2tvwXM/s1600-h/IMG_3436.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268338424472343346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPkyPwaTwoejUdf6pQzE8pHxPerZ_P9xHb7K9VP0WrKv7so7E_s_0O1v6wpuhl0hSY406ZaDqJ7lD8z4FE9zcCuiyS2m0JubL7ArFpl3meMN58kCBgE_tC2Gpb4DorhTkqkdrw2tvwXM/s400/IMG_3436.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Self Portrait<br /></span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMQI9K6-fypKSXpyrtguDhrMFAO6x-4RyWu156iUK8mhMjB4Wip2JWmJ2foiK8ai2tieaCb4lF1t8akec2O5Sxb7w2npHSpkfbwU0DdViqdB7_DkBV7t4-fF94DgSAYQrHJqC2eJw5hc/s1600-h/self+portrait.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268326406807138834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMQI9K6-fypKSXpyrtguDhrMFAO6x-4RyWu156iUK8mhMjB4Wip2JWmJ2foiK8ai2tieaCb4lF1t8akec2O5Sxb7w2npHSpkfbwU0DdViqdB7_DkBV7t4-fF94DgSAYQrHJqC2eJw5hc/s400/self+portrait.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-44932751164398236612008-11-04T19:55:00.005-05:002008-11-04T20:04:00.780-05:00Here lies Abraham Lieuzadder<br><br><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4WD5RZdzNM9SVnT4bG4smwgJ6OHidjD_KsEjsYYXDu8KD6EFkED32MzDufZ5bvPwoBEVh53eA4Q9yMr6kIlEbsdRlOGVFkf0-upSPmZ5Uq6AMkzivX6v-SZImA75n_E5Mc05dkXz2UU/s1600-h/gravestone+in+Ohio+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264971100857795074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4WD5RZdzNM9SVnT4bG4smwgJ6OHidjD_KsEjsYYXDu8KD6EFkED32MzDufZ5bvPwoBEVh53eA4Q9yMr6kIlEbsdRlOGVFkf0-upSPmZ5Uq6AMkzivX6v-SZImA75n_E5Mc05dkXz2UU/s400/gravestone+in+Ohio+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">He is not the interesting part of this story. The fact that he served under George Rogers Clark, the brother of William Clark (the Clark from the famous Lewis and Clark team) is still not the most interesting part of this story.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">What I found interesting was this. A co-worker of mine, who is an avid hunter, decided to travel some 300 or so miles down to southern Ohio to bowhunt whitetail deer. His destination was a 12,000 acre parcel of state owned land. He wandered around looking for just the right tree to place his stand. He climbed a hill and reached a flattened spot of land. Looking around, he saw two trees, on opposite ends of the plateau, that he thought would work for him. He selected one and headed towards it. As he approached the tree, he noticed headstones with American flags next to it. Both stones were for Abraham but one could not be read due to its age. Someone or some organization had placed another stone next to it to document the grave.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUSJ1pknjBSgxa4TicjjN3f5piNK8jcqiaklzr3n87vZZ2Q0_T3WsBTtUAQg6mMdMmdcP7n6BoCI4YNJF-EI-1qx1erQY4fu93tOP-8k8bxJ1he-qvZpfL2W1kqzQHbqnMEgo0_U0yYU/s1600-h/gravestone+in+Ohio+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264971108390606178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUSJ1pknjBSgxa4TicjjN3f5piNK8jcqiaklzr3n87vZZ2Q0_T3WsBTtUAQg6mMdMmdcP7n6BoCI4YNJF-EI-1qx1erQY4fu93tOP-8k8bxJ1he-qvZpfL2W1kqzQHbqnMEgo0_U0yYU/s400/gravestone+in+Ohio+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">So here’s a guy, walking around 12,000 acres, who just happens to stumble across a single grave that is over 180 years old. Now add the fact that this same guy is also an avid reader of historical books dealing with early Americana and had read the autobiography of George Rogers Clark! What are the chances of that anyway?</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-2348433808171876162008-10-28T22:28:00.023-04:002008-12-06T15:16:55.953-05:00In Oakwood cemetery, located in Muskegon, MI<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />are the graves of 4 members of the Cogshall family.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKNR9V8T3_ntRBscLO68w1uQNBfjd5xLJcZNQfipXhLXQ_9jz4VKd_lFkLwiGqDLeZT1Lp3XRNy4dRajzrf-C1Z-a0rIrDpr60t1nuiJuMlu5vtGLeWFO0VpgEsRim9sonscHe4giAA4/s1600-h/cogshall+monument.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKNR9V8T3_ntRBscLO68w1uQNBfjd5xLJcZNQfipXhLXQ_9jz4VKd_lFkLwiGqDLeZT1Lp3XRNy4dRajzrf-C1Z-a0rIrDpr60t1nuiJuMlu5vtGLeWFO0VpgEsRim9sonscHe4giAA4/s400/cogshall+monument.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262408572605473570" /></a><br /><br /><br />Father James Henry<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmFEDGwq1Gaj9a8zyNxGkgGtOdwP5ggEXrerriWLMRNdTSVK4XNEZt7c7YpUvIhVv5JFw_-X8IUM0YT5yxeIXG85weDNbhBiIMhvdjR2glC4nFa7ISV8zIQMAZWRAtsGj8Cpg6TDtARk/s1600-h/cogshall+father.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262402903034853250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 5px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmFEDGwq1Gaj9a8zyNxGkgGtOdwP5ggEXrerriWLMRNdTSVK4XNEZt7c7YpUvIhVv5JFw_-X8IUM0YT5yxeIXG85weDNbhBiIMhvdjR2glC4nFa7ISV8zIQMAZWRAtsGj8Cpg6TDtARk/s400/cogshall+father.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />Mother Electra Force<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zklLnOM38kp1nCJYlqe5QDLpstjxRKOVMVU67Rko6mqsLO6_yLS2cHCFLpjIrpxHT2vPpYM57sLduiCfEjPC3N_BqEPFifxrLmB3FfRaJ1WXtxpXtffLT_pJbeqBW_RP5MrgwOqQCxU/s1600-h/cogshall+mother.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262402896989267570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 5px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zklLnOM38kp1nCJYlqe5QDLpstjxRKOVMVU67Rko6mqsLO6_yLS2cHCFLpjIrpxHT2vPpYM57sLduiCfEjPC3N_BqEPFifxrLmB3FfRaJ1WXtxpXtffLT_pJbeqBW_RP5MrgwOqQCxU/s400/cogshall+mother.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />and two of their five children:<br /><br />son, William Ellsworth<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPh_H3Qm1NYVzWzkQtWPyyG6rJXUz1L4KgCntbhRYkmTArYWb2H8uTxDeTnZJWsIfSVQNX8Q4tBbX24k2Pa-cXjkA-28rzZltXYYslYj9Y-Qn5HIWum4SQuHyfPCNMI6Mqs4cIZhvRQ4/s1600-h/cogshall+son.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262404191070429074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPh_H3Qm1NYVzWzkQtWPyyG6rJXUz1L4KgCntbhRYkmTArYWb2H8uTxDeTnZJWsIfSVQNX8Q4tBbX24k2Pa-cXjkA-28rzZltXYYslYj9Y-Qn5HIWum4SQuHyfPCNMI6Mqs4cIZhvRQ4/s400/cogshall+son.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />and daughter, Rose Adelle<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1HliP-5JAPYufvRmc5T5dN0ZyaWJi1BJxELeh7-q0oB42HI7fubSrW8aw7D7SjTI646pRY_eISlH1BlvjACmFxhioZ9LiEl9DOtSW5lcEZLQwGWFTY7N9bB8K3GwRG4BJ-1DxhX7Hevw/s1600-h/rose+cogshall.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262404184920872130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1HliP-5JAPYufvRmc5T5dN0ZyaWJi1BJxELeh7-q0oB42HI7fubSrW8aw7D7SjTI646pRY_eISlH1BlvjACmFxhioZ9LiEl9DOtSW5lcEZLQwGWFTY7N9bB8K3GwRG4BJ-1DxhX7Hevw/s400/rose+cogshall.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><br />I do not know where the other children, Jennie May, George Theopholis, and Bela Nelson Lavern are buried.<br /><br />I am not related to the Cogshalls, nor have I ever met any relatives of the Cogshalls (that I know of) but I know a lot about them.<br /><br />I know that James had a large department store in downtown Muskegon in the late 1800’s and in his later years ran for a school commissioner position. I know they were Masons. I know they had a son who ran away as a teenager so he could fight in the Civil war and that his mother wrote a letter to the government demanding his return. I know their daughter, Rose, never married. I know what they all look like.<br /><br />Why do I know all this? Because all this information and more was collected by my grandmother and was inherited by me when she died. I have pictures of them, letters written by them and newspaper clippings about them. I have more pictures of the Cogshalls than I do of my own grandparents.<br /><br />My grandmother worked for them in the art department of the Leahy Store when she first came to Muskegon. She and Rose, although a little older, became best friends. I can remember her talking about Rose and her family all the time.<br /><br />Oh how I wish I had listened as she rambled on and on about these people that I had no interest in whatsoever. Because maybe then I would have a clue as to how to track down possible relatives and pass all this information on to them.<br /></span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-8842924905631535882008-10-21T22:07:00.009-04:002008-10-21T23:15:54.189-04:00Someone tell me not to worry....<span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Please.</span><br /><br />This past summer, I was driving down the road with my 3 ½ year old granddaughter, Dezi, and her brother Bailey. Out of the blue, Dezi loudly announced, “Grandma, I’m ready.”<br />“Ready for what?” I asked.<br />“Ready to meet Jesus” she replied.<br />The hair on my arms and neck rose in direct proportion to my foot easing off the gas pedal. Where did that come from? Maybe something she heard in Sunday school?<br />I asked her what she meant and she said, “I’m just ready to meet him.”<br />I drove very carefully home without asking any more questions.<br /><br />This past weekend, the grandkids stayed with us. On Saturday, we went for a ride looking for a little farm market to pick out pumpkins. Along the way, I stopped to explore a little cemetery that we came across. As I walked along, I realized I could hear Dezi quietly singing. I turned but could not see her. I followed the singing back to her and found her lying on the ground singing Jesus Loves Me. A beautiful song but the memory of the “Ready to meet Jesus” statement came flooding back. TIME TO GO! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br /><table border="1" width="150"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QEqYVEUv0KGUWd96t2Vs1YDKPDcTdervXmjxSAiFgWtqrxPNOJqKIBaRxnqYlu3U-beKOYWu5eE9NBH3M6WLHNC0Hn6TDLAHx5uM21cA64aXgulZnch_g28ZbQK2HN2q0sdxehcIpwI/s1600-h/dezi+in+wheat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QEqYVEUv0KGUWd96t2Vs1YDKPDcTdervXmjxSAiFgWtqrxPNOJqKIBaRxnqYlu3U-beKOYWu5eE9NBH3M6WLHNC0Hn6TDLAHx5uM21cA64aXgulZnch_g28ZbQK2HN2q0sdxehcIpwI/s400/dezi+in+wheat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259810579384878178" /></a></td><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj97RfPJjZrw6u1372Fwctt7FXwuCRjyc3YGp0kpP2Zkl581ril6Up2yri53ZmpJXl7YnL1KjK0ijQvpsGxQqMrLXt-rgyuADycx1-Jkj8r4X9tWHpDe_9OPPeZlwLeXuGSTczGCMYFHc/s1600-h/Bailey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj97RfPJjZrw6u1372Fwctt7FXwuCRjyc3YGp0kpP2Zkl581ril6Up2yri53ZmpJXl7YnL1KjK0ijQvpsGxQqMrLXt-rgyuADycx1-Jkj8r4X9tWHpDe_9OPPeZlwLeXuGSTczGCMYFHc/s400/Bailey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259810894783672242" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />The next day, Sunday, we were all looking at funny animal videos on You Tube. All of a sudden, Dezi screamed. I looked over and seen blood all over her face and hands. She had a bloody nose! She didn’t fall or get hit or anything. It just started bleeding. I picked her up and ran into the kitchen to find some towels.<br /><br />Ok, so as I’m cleaning her up, I’m thinking about her singing in the cemetery, the “I’m ready to meet Jesus”, and Albert Ingalls. Remember Albert from Little House on the Prairie? The adopted brother of Laura who was diagnosed with leukemia on the show? Albert, who's first symptom was nosebleeds?<br /><br />I am not normally a superstitious person but I was a little uneasy the rest of the day. Then came the final blow. As I was explaining the nosebleed to my son in law he said, “that’s funny, she’s always talking about her nose bleeding but it never has. Maybe she has a sixth sense or something.”<br /><br />It’s just a series of meaningless, unrelated events… It’s just a series of meaningless, unrelated events… It’s just a series of meaningless, unrelated events… It’s just a series of meaningless, unrelated events………<br /></span><br /><br /><table border="1" width="150"><tbody><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrs-XH4wQKeWHOJgghmFLpBDrPyMxZD4UZD69fkjxlzTvGcC5re6_hleVG9ikdlmoSgouvVVe6sKnzcHGCQpDsl11_YkLFRfvPvL4I1x31IhLI-NjV9cgNhy-TOAZG7SDx7GFcZ2PSyf8/s1600-h/dezi+with+chinese+dress.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259802433730946354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrs-XH4wQKeWHOJgghmFLpBDrPyMxZD4UZD69fkjxlzTvGcC5re6_hleVG9ikdlmoSgouvVVe6sKnzcHGCQpDsl11_YkLFRfvPvL4I1x31IhLI-NjV9cgNhy-TOAZG7SDx7GFcZ2PSyf8/s400/dezi+with+chinese+dress.jpg" border="0" /></a></td><td><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv29aHqqnvdRtFVgZPXq4j52IpPYLqzQ0XE0eHKE4ZdnkoPL9WqiUnqRjwW4JVESY-q_ZVsYk10e5iKteCxAL-eOdc_uajGlXHvHFK0B84ouPdWnBgZhD19xavtztodqVD52hKIBchMfg/s1600-h/dezi+in+the+fall+2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259802441022894946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv29aHqqnvdRtFVgZPXq4j52IpPYLqzQ0XE0eHKE4ZdnkoPL9WqiUnqRjwW4JVESY-q_ZVsYk10e5iKteCxAL-eOdc_uajGlXHvHFK0B84ouPdWnBgZhD19xavtztodqVD52hKIBchMfg/s400/dezi+in+the+fall+2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-74013490656870567142008-10-14T18:59:00.003-04:002008-10-14T21:36:10.580-04:00Do you see a cemetery<div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">in this picture? </span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKSgpVePk0mJS9Op9UWVc-znc4VyEklI0eyXIjigzy03fkoDmsyj2pqcBtIm0IDNaWxKt9PMwUkWVHGseCi_sricHbgHw9KsIS6lohmR4cnR71yAlQ_7-td6J-ASXMxj_arJ8Z0GS4ik/s1600-h/Overall.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811380891066258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPKSgpVePk0mJS9Op9UWVc-znc4VyEklI0eyXIjigzy03fkoDmsyj2pqcBtIm0IDNaWxKt9PMwUkWVHGseCi_sricHbgHw9KsIS6lohmR4cnR71yAlQ_7-td6J-ASXMxj_arJ8Z0GS4ik/s400/Overall.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#000000;"><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><br />No? How about now? </p><p align="center"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVG-FrgROXz26H5iP2vQHRsLNx6AtOh7f6qZYaZbtkXvH9uF-HR7N9wa2Uh0NFegzo94C-fWV47K5DJyrmiP_hiMVRp9WxaC6pDlk5LakCiIpFTv7fVjMF2NZYHUOxwpL3E-TCIBSsHg/s1600-h/zcloser.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811381588353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCVG-FrgROXz26H5iP2vQHRsLNx6AtOh7f6qZYaZbtkXvH9uF-HR7N9wa2Uh0NFegzo94C-fWV47K5DJyrmiP_hiMVRp9WxaC6pDlk5LakCiIpFTv7fVjMF2NZYHUOxwpL3E-TCIBSsHg/s400/zcloser.JPG" border="0" /></p><p></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></p><p align="center"><br /><br />Still no? Try this one. </span><span style="color:#000000;"></p><p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukVFAndNIWLEUou6lGtz6fQX0Np4Aj78nmwc9bMKlEJfQKvQfgOeEiguZLReJaMCMStXyXB9gy70AJUnmRcPusHRdNA-KW2ek8d9yUctvbYjUY8-VmkeKfGxDe6-_VT_Be8cVuifLjV4/s1600-h/up+the+stairs.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811391832175346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukVFAndNIWLEUou6lGtz6fQX0Np4Aj78nmwc9bMKlEJfQKvQfgOeEiguZLReJaMCMStXyXB9gy70AJUnmRcPusHRdNA-KW2ek8d9yUctvbYjUY8-VmkeKfGxDe6-_VT_Be8cVuifLjV4/s400/up+the+stairs.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br />For years I have heard rumors about a very old indian cemetery hidden in the woods . It's not too far from the other Indian cemetery from my previous blog. This past weekend I explored the area and found it. Up these stone steps are the graves of indians who lived on this land that was once a reservation. These particular indians were converted to Catholicism and were given a christian burial.</span> </p><p align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">At the base of the steps lays an assortment of items. A small amount of change, rocks and a beautiful "Dream Catcher" have been left as, what I presume, offerings.</span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPESyl_TRgPDn1mz9LWYkiKcoRVqUZGTcDKNIxZoNpJx8UX9oqy_6kJHp_lQvq4EuJ5rxDr6pBVaYZhJxrxq_q6ZpxgY9uVll9yDoQeeLoKIqa14xhF3aU5fSWD1UIMaX_NMy6gNDhm8/s1600-h/offering.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811392947500242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPESyl_TRgPDn1mz9LWYkiKcoRVqUZGTcDKNIxZoNpJx8UX9oqy_6kJHp_lQvq4EuJ5rxDr6pBVaYZhJxrxq_q6ZpxgY9uVll9yDoQeeLoKIqa14xhF3aU5fSWD1UIMaX_NMy6gNDhm8/s400/offering.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><p><p></p><p><br /><br />On the top of the hill, the graves are widely scattered although I do wonder if many more are buried that are not marked with headstones. To be honest, I don't know how they buried anyone on this hill. The pictures do not capture it, but the entire hill seemed to consist of rocks from the size of marbles to the biggest boulders I have ever seen around this area.</span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwG8yHQqboxacGrSxFJ9bVd488blcskiRtARuDxFy4KNRAM6LB5o1mEocFlAo7thuEfNuFMGWBn7bbmL0AbkA1xgrUR3ywU2ZtUAxJJFEpfXIZsb2TLzDAy16s_K5-NAby0U15EwZf5IE/s1600-h/three+graves.jpg"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256817418501687026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwG8yHQqboxacGrSxFJ9bVd488blcskiRtARuDxFy4KNRAM6LB5o1mEocFlAo7thuEfNuFMGWBn7bbmL0AbkA1xgrUR3ywU2ZtUAxJJFEpfXIZsb2TLzDAy16s_K5-NAby0U15EwZf5IE/s400/three+graves.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br />The grave of Chief Pay-Baw-Me. He died in 1870. His was the only headstone that was engraved with both his indian name and his christian name, Joseph Papahme (or Pabahme, I couldn't tell). All of the other headstones were engraved with only the christian names.<br /></p><span style="font-size:0;"><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqsl3MeI5ziv5zqj0OOUPjz1qNGoOfasQHXqiFdm-GSx-H8S8D3Vr4ChfW-bOHvpBwkW6Q8G4qrzxnGU7jI91aEI8wg4U9DGUPm7KunMux2Nv8Cv0nmy_qHM76c6H-NkwscOsfj-roUs/s1600-h/the+chief+2.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811395759525234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqsl3MeI5ziv5zqj0OOUPjz1qNGoOfasQHXqiFdm-GSx-H8S8D3Vr4ChfW-bOHvpBwkW6Q8G4qrzxnGU7jI91aEI8wg4U9DGUPm7KunMux2Nv8Cv0nmy_qHM76c6H-NkwscOsfj-roUs/s400/the+chief+2.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">There is also a historical marker about a quarter mile away from this cemetery. </span></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSytSEkRaL8BpfJiJEs8Mm9y-7HYw2LF88jQkyAqO5B_h1UMuoUH11xLxpL8WG8IkpjwLfsyvMypoUvEermGtBHGcvgDuR0l4VFwATLW0UlUXRyi9p3CVeJ-zc6krQIm3kzolIHXjI_yU/s1600-h/historical+marker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257143696818957170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSytSEkRaL8BpfJiJEs8Mm9y-7HYw2LF88jQkyAqO5B_h1UMuoUH11xLxpL8WG8IkpjwLfsyvMypoUvEermGtBHGcvgDuR0l4VFwATLW0UlUXRyi9p3CVeJ-zc6krQIm3kzolIHXjI_yU/s400/historical+marker.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">This man drowned in 1871. Note how the grave has an old flower pot at the base.</span></span> <p></p><span style="color:#000000;"></span><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7fRtuYzG0ghR1YJrQ8zwn7BvEtqDWkaUcqy4KDJP1laBMamKufUWJ7909-rrGXES0XrTbWzpRfMwR8vWLcBDEvOiOI6oTVMhoQU_3r3RJGXySGOTzcW_HxK7uput2Qv5FcaFM8Ej4Tg/s1600-h/zdrowned.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811764965359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7fRtuYzG0ghR1YJrQ8zwn7BvEtqDWkaUcqy4KDJP1laBMamKufUWJ7909-rrGXES0XrTbWzpRfMwR8vWLcBDEvOiOI6oTVMhoQU_3r3RJGXySGOTzcW_HxK7uput2Qv5FcaFM8Ej4Tg/s400/zdrowned.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />Together forever. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHASsw2pxI6YVNrXxq1o3VGY5SeISztOQpdAJ9LvZGPwT_j5ttPsjBY5m0VoToFqo9J08kJID_g8ajuMGXN275EdHhOt-l3bo-ECbaHhNy68V4U92vPWjMoL6HJCMMU6XfYVKZ5Ngq3g/s1600-h/the+pair.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811769297661186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHASsw2pxI6YVNrXxq1o3VGY5SeISztOQpdAJ9LvZGPwT_j5ttPsjBY5m0VoToFqo9J08kJID_g8ajuMGXN275EdHhOt-l3bo-ECbaHhNy68V4U92vPWjMoL6HJCMMU6XfYVKZ5Ngq3g/s400/the+pair.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />This area, about 15 feet in diameter showed recent (ceremony ?) activity. Note that the grass is trampled but not quite dead yet. There is a small carved plate and buried under the grass next to the rock was a much older plate from an earlier time. </p></span><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhevU4JNnNDuZZok786el5N9IfJwhpM9UCF4jHYCu3b2NjXNNu1oSXU3WT05HqVHbLzsWlDl9D90iY4JDj6bEYVIPzY8hDivT4FLYpp2-XOaD1uTQkRWsHG0wVA2HUbfN_ea2TgZ6LUheo/s1600-h/offering.+2JPG.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811768956067762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhevU4JNnNDuZZok786el5N9IfJwhpM9UCF4jHYCu3b2NjXNNu1oSXU3WT05HqVHbLzsWlDl9D90iY4JDj6bEYVIPzY8hDivT4FLYpp2-XOaD1uTQkRWsHG0wVA2HUbfN_ea2TgZ6LUheo/s400/offering.+2JPG.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />The activity seemed to be directed to this cross.</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qpuHEMl72OAm_pKbgf1lI9Vs2dCb0h12IxTPK8yZcwrtKbPV_duKt24BnPSUefOMtm86S8f_KsywX0sfRdYkmNtYwKp9ePV5bChfvHi9io9JODaCY83UOdL5LgAGV8E9U5o1sq4Ol_c/s1600-h/the+cross.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256811770292228290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qpuHEMl72OAm_pKbgf1lI9Vs2dCb0h12IxTPK8yZcwrtKbPV_duKt24BnPSUefOMtm86S8f_KsywX0sfRdYkmNtYwKp9ePV5bChfvHi9io9JODaCY83UOdL5LgAGV8E9U5o1sq4Ol_c/s400/the+cross.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /><br />This urn seems so out of place. </span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhQYvtrmic4JytPzBUZoclPZkRVdMQoOCN0gHAq2F90lhTn8EgEXCXPMEQHA7hmxxVX36jB5sk9flGN9NvcU4hWftRflzqrwvvWmR6_ZWYVvjLet2tAzO-ZSS0Ilvm_C7-Azt2Ws3OmA/s1600-h/trimmed+urn.JPG"><span style="color:#000000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256813050884804562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhQYvtrmic4JytPzBUZoclPZkRVdMQoOCN0gHAq2F90lhTn8EgEXCXPMEQHA7hmxxVX36jB5sk9flGN9NvcU4hWftRflzqrwvvWmR6_ZWYVvjLet2tAzO-ZSS0Ilvm_C7-Azt2Ws3OmA/s400/trimmed+urn.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;"></span></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">I plan to return in the next couple of weeks to see if I can get better pictures.</span></p><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-54181164311611119552008-09-25T21:50:00.006-04:002008-09-25T22:14:38.197-04:00Egelston Cemetery<div><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Part II<br /><br /><br /><br />A headstone, urn, numerous flower arrangements, bench, statues, pictures, wind chimes, and solar lights are not enough. Lets add a cross. A big cross.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LsX9LgFJ_Wew1iPNH-3Oj9q3yQXvetEmgPsUeKr1_8I-CjpddZUJDY__noKVhxxrNx3dbZHsC_yBQ-9SbuZYXI6YHH10AKPdTjtEnKeQ7gglfM3VOImslEWXhWPmqa_6Q3RaFM_plAs/s1600-h/cross+6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144863636064898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LsX9LgFJ_Wew1iPNH-3Oj9q3yQXvetEmgPsUeKr1_8I-CjpddZUJDY__noKVhxxrNx3dbZHsC_yBQ-9SbuZYXI6YHH10AKPdTjtEnKeQ7gglfM3VOImslEWXhWPmqa_6Q3RaFM_plAs/s400/cross+6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7xtvEtbA7W3kyxK-yKsnXoFtRI150iuK2pYZeIClz0JSHwhfZbPzJpA8kHMdfgXiBlF1lYQVDice5sky9h8KYYA4S4Vm5J-i1OLUqJ7GteQGTKwnZ-luVnJeRzFemvCw0LVXu8JnsY0/s1600-h/cross+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144492885372626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF7xtvEtbA7W3kyxK-yKsnXoFtRI150iuK2pYZeIClz0JSHwhfZbPzJpA8kHMdfgXiBlF1lYQVDice5sky9h8KYYA4S4Vm5J-i1OLUqJ7GteQGTKwnZ-luVnJeRzFemvCw0LVXu8JnsY0/s400/cross+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNyeDldc3cxctFRSr1_tyWoR6xs7viz81TtwRquwO0Vuu2cu8uIfCkcJlAH54brm9ZUpLUrEX0YETSviQYcF1vSQCZHm5jsFn52Z0miDE-b2bRSyV_O-sjNrKm3B30Fz_-5wDIvRHLA0g/s1600-h/cross+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144492601286914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNyeDldc3cxctFRSr1_tyWoR6xs7viz81TtwRquwO0Vuu2cu8uIfCkcJlAH54brm9ZUpLUrEX0YETSviQYcF1vSQCZHm5jsFn52Z0miDE-b2bRSyV_O-sjNrKm3B30Fz_-5wDIvRHLA0g/s400/cross+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPb9cXdUuT_D2eiYBjFmELKWcHAdoDNglcJkaJDT4L9ZZKdK0wXn0q5I2EHFIyODHl3BF4_PvUDdHMJA-ZBFDbOV9h5Sv6W3kCyel83hBoLBlEX-kmEAp2HaIH5y2ErmuEFHSz1iEdk4/s1600-h/cross+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144500493821266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPb9cXdUuT_D2eiYBjFmELKWcHAdoDNglcJkaJDT4L9ZZKdK0wXn0q5I2EHFIyODHl3BF4_PvUDdHMJA-ZBFDbOV9h5Sv6W3kCyel83hBoLBlEX-kmEAp2HaIH5y2ErmuEFHSz1iEdk4/s400/cross+5.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250144497765323538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMitxlm4gL3D-R3ttRUUd6W_sauXsKmYN3xu-hSEU1WY2_5sGTRhwB3tqJbPl6kX8rZP2qbgtuETsa8pdcYehcRzhkQIdVthbAJzK-BttZ7AJw0pJrQgSCeGSLQMrBwZ1TV-tVA0bTAo/s400/cross+3.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250145811463159474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXgzFkAldMoooXIGBQr0qrJYdC8dEd8JJr45_kpsfjqZYvCL18pkowNDnwA5iQxY4LPzwVP44rdq9owQgX40LecSakDTYFMgjPIscNGsYZ24C5pjK-FCKI2xGRsa17qyU1AT9y1yFzcI/s400/cross+4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>I didn't actually count all the crosses but I bet there were over 50 at this relatively small cemetery. </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-808363892472570902008-09-24T21:29:00.014-04:002008-09-25T13:38:10.354-04:00My help is not needed<div align="left"></div><div align="left">at this cemetery.<br /><br />For years, my sister and aunt have told me that I have to visit Egelston Cemetery in Muskegon, MI. They called it "the cemetery without rules".<br /><br />I finally made it over there last week and boy, they sure were right. It is really quite an amazing place, especially considering it's the start of fall, a time when cemeteries usually start to take on an "abandoned" look. I can't wait until next year. This one will definitely be on my Memorial weekend tour. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><center><fontsize=100><strong><span style="color:#000000;">A few of the many benches brought in by family members</span></strong> </center><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyPepK0Jmutvz1K9YXpUbpDQseFIFYmsHgl34MGg7c53BIvC95TL384-Xl32iOwgFhsdFDSaiz8hO5LKfIkrE-DEYu2rhjWnOiEEaXwAbesRx0zxUzN29tebt7SWYWiZswb4FjUgIYus/s1600-h/bench+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770105985445762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="296" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuyPepK0Jmutvz1K9YXpUbpDQseFIFYmsHgl34MGg7c53BIvC95TL384-Xl32iOwgFhsdFDSaiz8hO5LKfIkrE-DEYu2rhjWnOiEEaXwAbesRx0zxUzN29tebt7SWYWiZswb4FjUgIYus/s400/bench+1.jpg" width="485" border="0" /></a> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249773362261272658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpxzrjIBOww_GqLcze2o6e9vmjUaxcPQIDw0aoLXhKqmH7yWKI7Vye0kpaVCRKmOubBatewwLuDvQ6WqVHo6Stu2vvXUmO5rAhHajAvb_BZuumrmaZoIizvx-GC1nm1JJvimd6GgHGKA/s400/bench+2.jpg" width="461" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249770118996032594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXueda8OAmpfiEywildfF2BUUnJytUAkXHDRLNNjIbYzilrN-hIG6b4JzpVh0gEFPboK9GQkPQx6dtBrt7GptPg5DajiCr4n-JTxcepKMmA3_Ms9FPi4Urf0mUoFnfwXFYDcZ5D1my2ZI/s400/bench+3.jpg" width="298" border="0" /><br /><br /></p><p></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Meet the family</span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249772118624537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXRKBMV7mSZYjaDTTYu_KtyatgNxGRWK3W6xmJVnAr1ArsskWP03g1OIQ3g4zdAhaRu9yD_rKhz-KcPFjKeJ7CGMXmF8J43m-5Huc8CHbeSj79XM73bE8a5HRkkNNGwvwXXUCkIri_IM/s400/IMG_3761.JPG" width="525" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is a guy</span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249776903493454338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhU_XTCFKKFlG4Hn0gk18kLeAt1Ntd2GAgYH7ITcxAii1CHWa_efLHUP9Se4Ws1R4c_ICQ6AGHvj6_11VUd5Y7aAKQbrP5_eu9RipYN6tHftLOmuMU5Fp4RMImg4KXVo1WSneRNpZhOE4/s400/This+is+me.jpg" width="299" border="0" /><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And this is what he liked to do</span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777538917040546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="495" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7epSpOt_4tPSGGPT77A9F_G7cj9QGfhBqbOnE_hEUxpEjza4Py4WsOn0fzDeZmeisf_W0asWm1M1qenYO1rfD1rIaZ15rPNt-dyRwIuCNhaFPV5j1QrjQnhUJ7yNzYFNchIJBTPJWFQ/s400/this+is++what+I+like+to+do.jpg" width="360" border="0" /><br /></p><p align="left"></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>To be Continued......</strong></span><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-7614113564548911782008-09-21T18:57:00.008-04:002008-09-21T19:17:00.817-04:00Holy cow, look at all this stuff!<br><br><center>OH MY GOSH!!!!</center><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPt-TAW3XSLhJe4b_bvyUQQxz5WEFmJZJRDpj_zjIkLibovNjDV-zKM4AsW4GB7zvf2i1xarmkOohPLsTcWpg7VeqPka7D7Ss04F-sZRwY3EjSrr7pX6WPZHPqCr1BMp-4n_7Bq60_dW8/s1600-h/little+animals+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPt-TAW3XSLhJe4b_bvyUQQxz5WEFmJZJRDpj_zjIkLibovNjDV-zKM4AsW4GB7zvf2i1xarmkOohPLsTcWpg7VeqPka7D7Ss04F-sZRwY3EjSrr7pX6WPZHPqCr1BMp-4n_7Bq60_dW8/s400/little+animals+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248612886274860962" /></a>Do you see it? Do you see the little animals in front of the headstone? Are them the same little animals that were on all those graves from my last post? The ones in a different cemetery located almost 50 miles away from here? <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gXtiL_UZK2LGdYwsBvHTSf8NC-DWRnYXDkijurk7am6Xbws8MvFywrc0lliZQuQcsBnZuZbvI9LFUDCyQP1ghVW9JBgWVe8gdQ04cE3UWLByPn0c8JqQLytdm7FyluFpqG3ottr4hu4/s1600-h/little+animals+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gXtiL_UZK2LGdYwsBvHTSf8NC-DWRnYXDkijurk7am6Xbws8MvFywrc0lliZQuQcsBnZuZbvI9LFUDCyQP1ghVW9JBgWVe8gdQ04cE3UWLByPn0c8JqQLytdm7FyluFpqG3ottr4hu4/s400/little+animals+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248612887818758850" /></a>Yes! They are the same! They look newer, but they certainly are from the same manufacturer. I do a lot of shopping for kids and I have never seen these in a store, yet I find them at two different cemeteries less than a month apart. <br /> <br />I am just dumbfounded. Could the same person have left these at both cemeteries?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-55848770882584325202008-09-10T22:54:00.009-04:002008-09-19T21:41:12.752-04:00A few interesting gravestones....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kSNLXS4fGxQnlIQRoc718aRo_5KfX5Vbfejnf7ddPbXKCa7OmB6EsqTkb1DygZkoNZIMLpVyPmsMWSqMmmgCgMzVNYqz38H2aX54az_2pa3EUwD07sXyz66XcZqOjY4m0-tG3553djU/s1600-h/two+babies.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6kSNLXS4fGxQnlIQRoc718aRo_5KfX5Vbfejnf7ddPbXKCa7OmB6EsqTkb1DygZkoNZIMLpVyPmsMWSqMmmgCgMzVNYqz38H2aX54az_2pa3EUwD07sXyz66XcZqOjY4m0-tG3553djU/s400/two+babies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244592046411431154" /></a><br />This one is very hard to read. It states simply "Two babies 1900". I thought it was very sad.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgKncYej7Je4uQ8QGjeIqHRVtvdeiHp-imDq1-KBtburjZBhLTyzT_cAqUpHeRAaTZV2RtbVPseTZMFBRPfI_MbUnl63UiNW9B-mcQwnyp_I7sTw-2SnGy-XYkGCOrSWx_eelyt_evYg/s1600-h/Little+animal+1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgKncYej7Je4uQ8QGjeIqHRVtvdeiHp-imDq1-KBtburjZBhLTyzT_cAqUpHeRAaTZV2RtbVPseTZMFBRPfI_MbUnl63UiNW9B-mcQwnyp_I7sTw-2SnGy-XYkGCOrSWx_eelyt_evYg/s400/Little+animal+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244930626737548306" /></a><br />In a very old cemetery, I came across these and many more headstones, each with a tiny dog, cat, cow, or some other animal beside them. It looks like they had been there for some time. Quite a few were laying down but I stood them back up. Who put these here? Why? <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjSj6BEpBm73-3yNoWMgFfygtX-e8eRmEFHvD1tk7W1ijukzs_fUiu6-5y6sn_3B2XzNTLraJMJ0_AgxV6O8BfJru_TAVxcoIarewWrgoS8YCmkEO-cfzc3JGJl1iErI9mvsnoDQO_-4/s1600-h/little+animals+3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjSj6BEpBm73-3yNoWMgFfygtX-e8eRmEFHvD1tk7W1ijukzs_fUiu6-5y6sn_3B2XzNTLraJMJ0_AgxV6O8BfJru_TAVxcoIarewWrgoS8YCmkEO-cfzc3JGJl1iErI9mvsnoDQO_-4/s400/little+animals+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244930632235471138" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59kQUVt68q4yiesAEwtFWF5TtAsGVZwUb9P3i9HNZybJ9_W9_slsF-PGQjOHNi_zcNCb4vtkNmtzac97Gq1sOjK3BU9GGBb_FpxvIyXM1T0BAqSBWd-Gfuj0c2f4LYQBAhoiRccTFUMI/s1600-h/Little+animals+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg59kQUVt68q4yiesAEwtFWF5TtAsGVZwUb9P3i9HNZybJ9_W9_slsF-PGQjOHNi_zcNCb4vtkNmtzac97Gq1sOjK3BU9GGBb_FpxvIyXM1T0BAqSBWd-Gfuj0c2f4LYQBAhoiRccTFUMI/s400/Little+animals+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244930630438659890" /></a> I never even noticed the pinching bugs on this headstone until I seen the picture on my computer. I was too busy trying to solve the mystery of the little animals.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6MROIYvh9FaancV1eakfmuzMqJjHtG3pG9E-sdKUDZhmhaccuBSTZRdXyaDB8sfeo_h9cUdbYWlv8hbIdGNbXlzyH3wZARjeCBWeI33KZfSqs5cz0AwKF2HpBnWIKSU9Aetc289oR3Y/s1600-h/Probably+forgotten+by+now.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6MROIYvh9FaancV1eakfmuzMqJjHtG3pG9E-sdKUDZhmhaccuBSTZRdXyaDB8sfeo_h9cUdbYWlv8hbIdGNbXlzyH3wZARjeCBWeI33KZfSqs5cz0AwKF2HpBnWIKSU9Aetc289oR3Y/s400/Probably+forgotten+by+now.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244932759030749138" /></a> <P><br /><br><br><br>I'm thinking she's forgotten by now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943844681182323361.post-10853142981789136592008-09-03T12:36:00.012-04:002008-11-13T20:47:48.247-05:00I am a walkermy husband is not because it doesn't involve gas or motors. He spends his spare time with anything that takes gas - mopeds, three wheelers, motorcycles, leaf blowers, riding lawn mowers. I am sure that if they would make a razor that ran on gasoline, he would own one.<br /><br />My best days are those when I have the opportunity to pull on my mud boots, pack some water along side my camera in a fanny bag, pick up my walking stick and just start wandering through the hundreds of acres of woods, swamps, and farmland that surround our small cabin.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzTkWDu2yeCi-tUdKL7ERdOtVhuVrs9ZJowCQIB0d7RJ2ChmPYizJDcJp8HXUwZZTEksxottpDcOv-_EasKOrPiM-cEOIaXtoCrMLaN8k-L6M_gKLd1L9dns3Ti15gwQBjpWY67pvbTs/s1600-h/IMG_2994+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241839724968943426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzTkWDu2yeCi-tUdKL7ERdOtVhuVrs9ZJowCQIB0d7RJ2ChmPYizJDcJp8HXUwZZTEksxottpDcOv-_EasKOrPiM-cEOIaXtoCrMLaN8k-L6M_gKLd1L9dns3Ti15gwQBjpWY67pvbTs/s400/IMG_2994+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I climb over fallen trees, creep under tangles of scrub brush, and cross small streams for the chance to see and explore a new area.<br /><br />My husband will not accompany me on my journeys. He thinks I’m nuts. Even when I can talk him into short little walks on well traveled two tracks, I have to answer his many questions to ease his mind: No, that’s not poison ivy. I would run I stepped on a bee nest. You can’t get lost in one square mile of land (for too long anyway). Bears, mountain lions??? Geez…. we live in an area where a sighting of either would make front page news of every newspaper within a 200 mile radius. If that is how my life ends, by some predatory animal attack, well, maybe the great power above decided my spectacular ending at the very same moment he started my heart.<br /><br />So I walk alone, which is just fine by me. I see beautiful things, I think through my problems, and find treasures – things like arrowheads, antique brass padlocks, and fawns laying motionless in the grass.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTv1gE1fi7x1LljTyteTu1-tzANq9lL-ip4_SIfgghcQuvxvYk5znq2iYPaUx4zjoU1pHWybHt-ZQwttXeU7l1_d7B9T1Y05YaA640Jw3mnHj9PEeEvXD9pq7AnYFcQLY51NKHOGmFWg/s1600-h/arrowhead+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTv1gE1fi7x1LljTyteTu1-tzANq9lL-ip4_SIfgghcQuvxvYk5znq2iYPaUx4zjoU1pHWybHt-ZQwttXeU7l1_d7B9T1Y05YaA640Jw3mnHj9PEeEvXD9pq7AnYFcQLY51NKHOGmFWg/s400/arrowhead+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268321998724437730" /></a><br /><br />One day, if I am so fortunate, wheels will be a necessity to move me from point A to point B. Until that time comes, I am going to take full advantage of my working legs.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hEJpZtqXzhBM45R7swTIZXK3icJgi0d3M2juDkihJ2exLHjUQU7CyQBI9wLg-M10ICyOmuR82EexQ5zYx91x8dUMQozbO2LBDppof74hAgQ9VbHXpvRcIwx0oLWiJNUmqPhgVFEPuhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0736+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241841275297177458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1hEJpZtqXzhBM45R7swTIZXK3icJgi0d3M2juDkihJ2exLHjUQU7CyQBI9wLg-M10ICyOmuR82EexQ5zYx91x8dUMQozbO2LBDppof74hAgQ9VbHXpvRcIwx0oLWiJNUmqPhgVFEPuhQ/s400/IMG_0736+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nYul7eX5ykW8uYOHB9gxzBTESg_FzGLuOA3KuuEp1w0SX0bQMzi565yyYcIWzQVf17Hh5ksjPyqBbobYlSqD1eK3uSunsP-ifl8eKQyCykfWoRdSUz7Z2n_clYRPqYgknVTVtMvTBtc/s1600-h/IMG_0853+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241842823818120066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-nYul7eX5ykW8uYOHB9gxzBTESg_FzGLuOA3KuuEp1w0SX0bQMzi565yyYcIWzQVf17Hh5ksjPyqBbobYlSqD1eK3uSunsP-ifl8eKQyCykfWoRdSUz7Z2n_clYRPqYgknVTVtMvTBtc/s400/IMG_0853+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAK-OavuT4mTIXFLRrcjMOYwb3CuuWR3L6PTBFqXpz3mFABfuM2T3DmGHMru0b9603Ohm2W_UiCBoLyhkx1RLoM588FkrzFp-KUrK-faM6evTWYCtPst875TQUBI5s-KeKu5xm5CTO5rM/s1600-h/IMG_0844+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241841283047913090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAK-OavuT4mTIXFLRrcjMOYwb3CuuWR3L6PTBFqXpz3mFABfuM2T3DmGHMru0b9603Ohm2W_UiCBoLyhkx1RLoM588FkrzFp-KUrK-faM6evTWYCtPst875TQUBI5s-KeKu5xm5CTO5rM/s400/IMG_0844+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGH4DiATZ9540Ynk0lDcQ84Zav3VTUolvvDo03hm5UmbqVtQQJ7UwlhJpa273c6dUysRcRfMyMikeBVQRuvOMHqXijUg6SDLR34Dt_SPWRBuWKH4Og9rPVIlWIVtZbFiWPOFHV8fl4Bj8/s1600-h/coons+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGH4DiATZ9540Ynk0lDcQ84Zav3VTUolvvDo03hm5UmbqVtQQJ7UwlhJpa273c6dUysRcRfMyMikeBVQRuvOMHqXijUg6SDLR34Dt_SPWRBuWKH4Og9rPVIlWIVtZbFiWPOFHV8fl4Bj8/s400/coons+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268323831963315906" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkvtGTklQcTMWAKGxJFc1NqzX3HR-6DfxE5E3zzC5zjjABVOzPe8YbAZDLS8_F_xraCzD7rAncu1Cwl5pYxwOlqu1rgX_c8mQwJRniw5Rq9k2AAJrojRo0wjGryBkBRlKHj7QrhuEDSs/s1600-h/squash.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkvtGTklQcTMWAKGxJFc1NqzX3HR-6DfxE5E3zzC5zjjABVOzPe8YbAZDLS8_F_xraCzD7rAncu1Cwl5pYxwOlqu1rgX_c8mQwJRniw5Rq9k2AAJrojRo0wjGryBkBRlKHj7QrhuEDSs/s400/squash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268323827995497138" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0