During our vacation we visited with Dad's Grandma. While at her home, she mentioned that she grew up near our home. Her son, Uncle Jackie, went on to tell us about a cemetery about an hour from our home where her grandparents are buried.
As a child, my brothers and sister and I loved to explore old graveyards and look at the intricate headstones and interesting inscriptions on them, so I had to see this cemetery. Monday, July 5th was the perfect day for a country drive and a little family history lesson, so after some internet research, off we went!
We found the cemetery and markers of her grandparents and uncles and aunts. Many of the graves are so old they are not marked except with a rock at the head and foot. Some of the marked graves appear to have stones made in the last few decades.
This stone represents the first burial in this cemetery. The man died while traveling through the area and had nothing on his person to identify him. The stone was obviously placed later.
I am a Mom. That is my definition of me. I am Mom to four loud, busy, creative, strong-willed children. My husband is my very best friend and thankfully, just as strongwilled as our kids! Our house is loud, and I mean really loud, and disorganized, but always interesting. We homeschool, craft, play in the dirt alot, and love to travel!
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