Doesn’t it seem that the word "cemetery" should have an "a" in it somewhere? I always want to spell it "cematery" or "cemetary." I’m going to be cremated, because it’s easier for me to spell "columbarium."
We used to go to All Saints Cemetery at least once a year to visit my grandmother Walkie and my dad, who’s buried on the other side of the headstone. Dad’s death caught all of us by surprise and we didn’t have a plot for him, so my grandfather offered the other side of his and Walkie’s headstone for Dad. They’re in the "old" section of the cemetery. Mom and her second husband are buried in the "new" section, where only grave markers at ground level are allowed.
On one of my trips to Chicago, I decided to visit the cemetery and all my relatives. In addition to Dad and Walkie, Grandma Holton, her sister Florence, and their parents are buried there in the old section, and Mom, Tex (her second husband, long story) and her aunt (my great-aunt) Cash are buried in the new section. I had no idea where any of them were, so I stopped at the office and asked. The lady needed information on when they were born and/or died to tell me where the gravesites were, and I started rattling off names and dates. The lady couldn’t believe that I remembered all of that. In my family, that’s really important to know.
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For a guy who’s been working on his car, his hands sure are clean…