My parents have a four plot spot in Eatonton Ga and I don’t think anyone else wants to go there so even though I prefer cremation I think I will call dibs on a plot by my Mama and have my ashes buried there. Hubs wants to his cremains here in the Keys. Morbid much?
So, we just had our steak dinner and cleaned up. I still need to walk Louie and the cat tags along. For two days of doing nothing I am awful tahred.
Hugs that all that need them and special hugs to GOTTI and DH
Make smoky poke chops with sweet **N.O.T.s[/n] and green beans and country ham for dinner. Watching the Bruce Lee filmfest on El Rey.
Bolding mine. Does the OW know? Does OYKW know? :D:p;)
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Haven’t read, Rosie’s sig to all
Well into the Paradise Twelve-Pak would I know? It’s tough to say. :D:p;):smack:
I love old stones, the flowerey poetry, and the symbolism. Little lambs carved into the headstones of small children are common.
My grandmother had a brother she never knew, who died at the age of three from diptheria. His name was Joseph Lynn surname. The little verse on his stone, circa 1905.
*He sleeps, he sleeps, our Lynnie sleeps
The sleep that never wakes.
Safe in the arms of Jesus
Until the morning breaks.
*
There’s one grave I always lay a flower on, a young woman who died at the age of twenty. No other grave in the cemetery has her surname, she died in 1887. The inscription reads. “Amanda, you are gone from me but not forgotten.” Since it says “me” and not “us” I’m guessing she was a young wife who left a heartbroken young widower, who of course got on with his life and probably married again, and is buried elsewhere.
The one Confederate veteran in the cemetery is buried beside his sixteen year old son., R. E. Lee Surname. Wonder who that kid was named for?