A trip to my local cemetery

A windmill marks the grave of a rancher.

I mentioned the local cemetery in my last story, but plan to write a full article about the place in the near future after interviewing some of my neighbors.

I uploaded a little photo album you may enjoy.

Comments

[Lloyd]

that is a pretty interesting place...

[Jedd]

Birdie -
Thank you for the dad-in-a-box dancing with the strings and the quarks images. It helps me see, know that I need a box. A container. Something I can look at and talk to. For my sister. Gone in a three month flash at 14. I need to carve this hardened scar tissue out of me. Softly. Delicately. Put it to rest in a box cemetary of her own. Let healthy new flesh grow.

[Carroll]

I truly love a lot of Birdie's readers, but Jedd, you get extra-special hugs from here this morning.

Birdie, as always, your words, and these images are both beautiful and moving. Thank you for taking us with you on that long dusty cemetery road.

[Mrs. Pinkerton]

Hey Birdie, Wow.

[Birdie]

Jedd, that is one of the most beautiful comments of all time. I'm not ready to part with the ashes yet. I thought I would be by now, but I like the company. I think a box would be wonderful, in fact, can I send you one? I have something that would be perfect, in fact it belonged to me at 14, please say yes,

and hey, my daughter is graduating from UC Santa Cruz at the end of the fall quarter. I'll be traveling up that way to party! We should all get together - you, me, and Carroll. (and anyone else in the vicinity!) What do you both think?

Mrs. Pinkerton, thanks for the gentle wow! I hope you realize that since you are your sweetie are coming to dinner Thursday, that you will be the subject of an upcoming story, eh?

[Birdie]

Um, that's supposed to read "you AND your sweetie" duh!

For all voyeurs:

On the menu Thursday night is Polish and Native American cuisine, plus my World Famous Margaritas!

[Patia]

I have to comment on one of those photos ... the one with the yellow roses and turquoise outline of a cross and bird is so so beautiful. I wish it was on Flickr so I could fave it!

[Wandering Willow]

I love the story, Birdie. I love the conversations with your Dad. I still have my Dad's box of ashes. I'm thinking of burying the last of the ashes in his dad's gravesite, in California. It's a poor Greek immigrant's graveyard in a small dusty town. His dad's gravestone keeps sinking down into the earth and the grass grows over the top.
I hope I can find it again.

[Phil]

Sweet story and evocative photo album, Birdie. It's funny, I get a similar feeling walking through a cemetery and past an apartment building - I'm spurred to imagine the lives that they contain(ed).