Cemeteries
July 2017 I love cemeteries. Our cemetery that is located a mile north of our town is so beautiful! It has winding paths and the grave plots are arranged in the shape of wagon wheels. My husband's grandfather designed that cemetery. He also was a town founder. He was one who mowed where the streets of our town would be in 1892. When I was maybe ten years old, I often rode my blue bike with the fat tires out to the cemetery. I would take my lunch and a book. Later, when I became engaged, I wanted to be married there at the cemetery, but my mother said no. My parents and grandparents and great-grandparents and my husband's parents and grandparents and great-grandparents plus a whole host of uncles, aunts, and cousins are all buried out there. I have always been the family historian since I was small. Old people were my best friends. I loved to hear them talk about the good old days. My grandmother told me a lot. And my great-aunt, who was the family historian for her genera