Fleta is putting flowers on the graves at Alpena cemetery. Helen made arrangements each year. Fleta and I kicked in with cash, but mostly Helen did it all. She has a lot of flowers and stuff in storage. Fleta and I are not arrangers though. These two stones belong to Helen and our baby sister, Debbie. Debbie was a down’s. She lived 29 years. The flat stone is Helen’s. All my siblings and my parents are here. My Grandmother’s ancestors are here too. I sent a donation to help with the mowing.
Fleta and I loved seeing all of Astrid’s outside flowers. This one was special.
Ingrid shared this. She works in radiology and loves pink. I’ll see her this weekend on our trip to Alabama.
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| Astrid’s Sign on her Chicken Coup |
My favorite Pope County Library called Saturday and I picked up a book I requested—Unread. It’s a memoir by Oliver James. He graduated from high school and went one year to a local community college. He was functionally illiterate. I’ve read about half the book. Many folks are living like Oliver. Everything is a hurdle. Oliver survived by keenly observing everything, everyone and not saying much. He started trying to read at 32 and has became avid reader. Should one be happy Oliver learned to read at 32 or sad it didn’t happy at age 6?
3 comments:
It's sad that Oliver missed out on so much great reading and went through what he did, but he'll always appreciate the joy he gets from books now. Unfortunately, we can't change the past. The graves and flowers are beautiful. Are they real? My parents, husband and two brothers are at a place that only allows artificial ones in the winter. What a pain!
Your flowers look great! I need to get out and about to cemeteries this week. I only take silk flowers real flowers would just die and look ugly. I cannot imagine not being able to read.
The flowers are cheap plastic I guess. Poor man has poor ways.
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