The Family Plot

| 5/31/2017 9:03:00 AM

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The Family Plot

Memorial Day is here. A three-day weekend that signals the official arrival of vacation fun. But Memorial Day was intended to be a time of remembrance of our fallen soldiers as well as our loved ones that have passed on. For me, Memorial Day has always meant a trip to the cemetery. 

Our family cemetery is maybe one-quarter of a mile from my home, located on a gentle slope surrounded by a cow pasture. One must cross a cattle guard to reach it, but no one minds. Nearly all of the habitats are farm folk and they wouldn't want to be any place else. I went down there early this year to take pictures and think about what I would write for this blog. People start coming to the Bruno Cemetery on the Friday before Memorial Day and continue on through the special day itself. There are family reunions held among the headstones and one has a chance to connect with neighbors not often seen throughout the year. As I was leaving, I chanced upon some more early arrivals. We spoke and quickly learned that my cousin married their cousin, so we greeted each other as family and it was lovely. That is the way of it here; related by marriage is as good as blood, and we are always ready to welcome everyone. 


When I was a child we went there early in the morning to place our flowers. Granny would walk me around the graves introducing me to each family member of long ago and telling me their particular history. I had a bunch of single artificial flowers and I would place one at each headstone. Now Granny is gone, as are my parents. I can no longer afford flowers for each grave because they no longer sell the single roses, daisies, and lilies. So I buy two big bunches for Mom and Daddy and Granny and Grandpa. But I always walk the graveyard and remember all of the relatives and say hello to them.