Shoot, little white crosses and dirty flowers aren’t as bad as it can get. In the town I grew up in there were a few girls from our neighborhood who died in a horrific car accident on their way to toilet paper the high school early one morning for Homecoming. They were struck by a drunk driver coming home from the casino in the next town over. All of them were killed on impact, and the car thrown across the intersection and ultimately into the corner of a gas station lot. The girls were a few years younger than I, pretty, popular and one of them was a regular babysitter for my ex’s little sisters. It was tragic and very, very sad.
Then it got strange. First off, an enormous memorial was erected on the gas station property. Crosses, flowers, pictures, high school related garbage etc., which to me was kind of to be expected.
Then there were billboards all along the major routes rented out with their senior pictures on them warning about drunk driving.
The dresses they had all gotten to wear to homecoming were displayed on the front doors of their homes on homecoming night (creeeeepy).
They renamed one of the park district parks in our neighborhood for them complete with granite plaques and such.
And….a few days after this happened, someone went around to all of the trees on the treelawns and put yellow ribbons with a single yellow rose around all the trunks. Come that Christmas, everyone put yellow bands of lights around the trees in place of the ribbons, and come that spring, all of the ribbons were replaced.
People are still doing this tree decoration in our neighborhood at the pressure of the parents 8 years later. People who moved there since then do it. When the gas station owner decided he no longer wished to have this massive memorial on his property (almost a year later, he was pretty decent about it), he was absolutely demonized for throwing the whole mess out. The next day friends and parents rebuilt the whole thing and ended up in court about it. (the courts of course decided in favor of the property owner), but the display was simply moved to city property adjoining the gas station. It’s still there if you know to look for it.
We didn’t live in some weird hillbilly place either. In fact, it’s one of the most affluent communities in suburban Chicago. These were rich, educated, well connected and well employed people.
Little white crosses and flowers on the side of the road don’t bother me a bit. Just think of what it could be.