I went with my mother and she would tell me about the people she remembered, guess that is why I like to go to old cemetery's and look for family members. Now so many in my family are choosing cremation.
The light and the flowers are lovely - very special photos. I find old cemetery's very peaceful too but like Patsy my family's tradition is for cremation so I have no graves to visit.
What a lovely tradition. I was happy to learn that my daughter and her fiance visited the family gravesite when they were on the mainland recently - I'd never have expected that they'd remember.
You can still have a headstone even if you choose cremation..and a small amount of your ashes can be buried. We will visit some of the graves just prior to Memorial Day..and then again a week later to rescue the flowers so the people that mow the cemeteries don't have to trim around them the rest of the summer:)
My Uncle Morrice Dean - we always say the Dean - was 10 years old when mama and daddy married. He was 11 when I was born and still young enough to get a kick out of pushing a giggling toddler around and around the house in a plain ole' cardboard box. Mama was only 16 when she married and left Oklahoma City and made her home with my daddy in Arkansas. Although she was welcomed by her new family, she was frequently homesick and would send for her baby brother to stay a few weeks with her. Clockwise from the top: Tallest is My Uncle Bob, My Grandpa, My Uncle Toby, My Mama Virginia, My Uncle Morrice Dean, My Grandma, My Uncle Ted. Morrice Dean was pretty much informally adopted by daddy's family and was a frequent visitor at the Middleton family home. He and Uncle Paul became great friends. He is most remembered by his always present glasses, wide smile, and free and easy disposition. Mama, Morrice and Paul (Paul says Mama's knees in his back really hurt) With
Somewhere there is a baby picture of me with my Mama and Daddy. They had me lying on a pillow in a straight backed kitchen chair outside Aunt Maggie's little house. They are both looking down on me and the photo does not show their faces. Of all these old pictures I have, I cannot find that one. It makes me sad. I can't find the picture of Greg and Cassie I have titled, "The Fish Story" either. So, instead I am showing a picture of my Mama with her Mama. Except Mama always had to call her Mother. She said she would not answer her unless she did. I always thought that strange as we never called her Grandmother. I don't know why Mama (and therefore me too) was so short. Grandma was fairly tall and Grandpa was a very large man. It is a funny thing about genetics, isn't it? I have uncles over six feet tall and my Daddy was only 5'7". And sometimes those blue eyes pop up in a family of brown eyed children.
This looks like a picture of my Mama's brother Bob. It may be her Uncle Glenn. I'm not sure who the girl is. I do not remember Mama saying she rode on a motorcycle with her brother but she did say she loved riding on her Uncle Glenn's motorcycle. Shortly before she passed away, she asked my husband to take her for a ride on his bike. She chickened out after we got there. This picture of me and my OKC Grandma was taken at Lake Ludwig. I look like a little monkey up there. I wonder whose DeSoto that was? This is an Easter picture of us in front of an old salmon pink and grey Chevrolet car. This is the car my uncle would slide down into the floorboard in fear someone would see him in a pink car. SAID UNCLE This is not my "three words the whole bus ride to OKC Uncle." This is the one that took me to the movies one time. Although he did not actually stay in the theater with me, he did come back to pick me up. The movie was not quite
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful images with the morning sun.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice that you are setting such a wonderful example for them.
ReplyDeleteI think these younger generations are losing some of the respect for the older generations.... seems that they can't be bothered.
I hope that one day, my grand (if I ever get any..LOL) will do the same for me :)
Warm wishes...
Kerin
I went with my mother and she would tell me about the people she remembered, guess that is why I like to go to old cemetery's and look for family members.
ReplyDeleteNow so many in my family are choosing cremation.
The light and the flowers are lovely - very special photos. I find old cemetery's very peaceful too but like Patsy my family's tradition is for cremation so I have no graves to visit.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely tradition.
ReplyDeleteI was happy to learn that my daughter and her fiance visited the family gravesite when they were on the mainland recently - I'd never have expected that they'd remember.
You can still have a headstone even if you choose cremation..and a small amount of your ashes can be buried. We will visit some of the graves just prior to Memorial Day..and then again a week later to rescue the flowers so the people that mow the cemeteries don't have to trim around them the rest of the summer:)
ReplyDeleteDecoration is such an important southern tradition. I want my grandson to learn about it too. It's important to remember.
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