visiting cemeteries

This came to me while I was writing a while ago – yes about visiting a gravesite.

Maybe it’s a holdover from watching people growing up, maybe even from the way I was raised. But I always feel like that when I go to visit a gravesite, I should say something when I’m there. Inherently, I know the person is no longer there – especially given my Gwyddon background and our views of how death ‘works’.

Anyway. This is just me thinking out loud.

What do you do when you visit a gravesite?

radio hound

I have a stuffed dog that’s an AM radio. No joke. I got it when I was very small, and it runs on a 9 volt battery. The last time I tried (a couple of years ago), it still worked and still picked up a good, strong signal. Its just a small, brown stuffed dog. Nothing special. Except that it has a radio in its belly. 😀

christmas memory

I was telling Thomas this one on the phone the other night, and we laughed ourselves silly.

Christmas 1993, I drove down to pick Thomas and Tayler up for their two weeks of Christmas with me. We stopped at the brand new Danville Wal-Mart Supercenter to poke around, pick up a few more things for them for Christmas and things they needed while they were with me. They were little then; Thomas had just turned 4, and Tayler had turned 2 in the Spring. So, I’d dumped them into a shopping cart – no way was I walking across the lot with those two hooligans – Thomas was in the basket, Tayler in the “kiddie seat”. We crossed the way and went up on the sidewalk.

Now the way this Wal-Mart and it’s “out front” was designed, there was like 20′ of side walk between the roadway and the building. We’re walking down through there toward the doors, and a woman is walking a bit behind us, and Tayler goes, “Mommy, are those great big alligators going to eat us?” I was like, “What honey?” I looked at Thomas and he looked at me like, ‘I dunno’. Tayler said, “Mommy, are those great big alligators going to eat us?” The lady behind us almost burst out laughing and caught herself. “What alligators, Tayler?” And he pointed to the wall. To these tall, green pointy things wrapped in wire and propped against the wall. “Phillip Tayler, those are Christmas trees!” “Oh.”

We all four were :lmao: :lmao: :lmao:


let’s drink a toast to catastrophe

From an article I wrote in June 1998:

I’ve gone from ‘Why me, Lady’ to ‘What do I do?’ And I realize I’m still close to the breaking point – but all the growth I’ve had, I can control my emotions better. But that doesn’t stop the pain.

[– journal entry, Mari]

Twelve years ago today, I attended a wedding between two people I’d never met along with people I didn’t know and some I’d just come to know. Talk about misery. I hadn’t even been in Harlan County a full week yet, and here I was, attending a wedding. Who gets married on Saturday the Fourteenth anyway? (god what a horrible movie! :lmao:) But I had to go. The entire household was going. Preston was the best man. I had no choice. I even had to run around like a complete idiot to find something to wear, which in the end wasn’t appropriate for a wedding, but it was all I had – emerald green sweater, cream rayon skirt. I was miserable.

But fun times were had as Preston pretended to carry a taser in his tux jacket – to encourage the groom to the ‘altar’ (as it were, as we were in the conference room at what used to be the Best Western). The “Dewy Twins” (although they’re not twins and I always (even now) call them Huey, Dewey, and Louie) were there (or at least I think they were there? if they weren’t, they should have been!) as were the “Two Christies” (even though they’re not related and their names were spelled different); W was there (thank the gods!); Art, Jan, Elmer, and most of the Loyall Volunteer Fire Department (seemed like anyway), Travis, Joey and his parents, his sister Melissa and her family (gods bless you, Jimmy Lee); and likely a ton of other people I’m forgetting, and how we all fit into that tiny room I have no idea. “Conference Room of Holding” – I’d believe that!

The Two Christies, W, Elmer and I all sat together. And at one point, we looked up and through the windows – the conference room was poolside – and saw that something on one of the reception tables was on fire. Kristy said, “Oooh, pretty!” And we’re all just sitting there watching the fire through the window – even the fire fighters. :lmao:

I think the highlight of the entire afternoon was the bride shoving someone into the pool. In Midnight, I related this as being the bridesmaid; in reality, I have no idea who the girl/young woman was – it even may have been the bridesmaid! (and no, it didn’t pour the rain that day as I said in Midnight; I just made that up – because I can!)

And this was just the beginning of the adventure…

We cheerfully assume that in some mystic way love conquers all, that good outweighs evil in the just balance of the universe and that at the eleventh hour something gloriously triumphant will prevent the worst before it happens – Brooks Atkinson