One man's journey from the past to the present and looking forward....
with stops along the way to smell the roses and watch the grass grow. Walk awhile with me.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Mama's grave as I found it.
As I left it.
Tied a tow rope to the dead tree and drug it out. Perpetual care at Erie Cemetery did not last long. Mama and I used to go two or three times a year to take care of the family graves. Once every fifty years is not enough.
This is the house we lived in from the beginning till she died in 1963. Many wonderful loving memories.