Week 30 - Gone With The Wind

This is a double week on the same day post but since I'm always behind I'm counting it as two posts for two weeks.  It's my blog so I can do that you know.  Sometimes I eat junk food before and for dinner.  Being a grown up occasionally has it perks.   On this date 63 years ago a southern great, Margaret Mitchell, died after being hit by a cab while crossing the road.  She put the south on the map for something other than loosing the war.  She proved that even though we had accents we were intelligent.  Gone With The Wind may have happened by accident and in haste but it was a turning point for the south.  We had culture and intellect and were more than slavery.  When we knew better we did better. 

Week 29 - 35 years later

35 years ago the king of rock 'n' roll died.  I was 9 and think I remember the day.  I can't be sure since I've been acquainted with death from an early age.  They all run together when you are a little person.  I am sad today when I think about what he could've been, should've been but died far too soon but most people die before their time according to those left behind to deal with the loss. 

Week 29 Disney Magic

I hate Disney.  There I said, it!  I have a love/hate relationship with the happiest place on earth.  I feel like a junkie!  I can't live without some of the magic.  I crave it, but when I'm there the high is just not like it used to be in years past.  I mean you wait longer, shows are shorter, people are crazy and I miss Mr. Toad and I love Winnie the Pooh but really Pooh can be over done.  Give me Mr. Toad!  When I'm not there I want to be there, I dream about it, think about it, fantasise about, plan it.  Oh Disney, how I need your buzz!     

Week 28 Miles Elliott

The smoochiest baby ever!

Week 27 He's here

A much anticipated, planned, wanted and loved little boy has arrived.  Miles Elliott made his grand entrance into the world, 07/24/2012, 10:21 am weighing 7lbs 10ozs.  I can't wait to see him!

Week 26 My Happy Place

I think about this place more and more these days. Maybe I can pretend there is peace and tranquility in distance free from drama.  Even if all I can only go in my head....sometimes that is enough.

Week 25 Cemetery Travels

We had the unfortunate task of attending the funeral, of the brother, of a dear friend.  Oddly, his burial was in Whitwall, which was about 40-45 minutes away via Suck Creek Mountain.  What a coincidence he was going to be buried about 7-8 minutes from my grandmother (my dads mother).  So we stopped for a visit and I was so mad I forgot my flowers at home.  However, I wanted to pop in since I was in the neighborhood. When we first buried her in October 2010, we pulled into this driveway.  Since we were family we were close to the front of the funeral procession behind the hearse, I said, we are lost and they are just turning around, "do not follow them."  That was only a wish.  We were in the correct location. 

I took this photo today (I think I was to traumatized the last time) and the the first picture shows the house/driveway you pull into for the cemetery.  The next photo is the back of the house and the photo really does not do the cemetery justice since the graves are much closer to the house than the photo represents.  I can't really say anything nice about this cemetery.  It was mowed this time but has been heavily vandalized int he past and they had burned brush in the back corner.  I am sure my family is the only one tending any graves.  None of the other graves had any flowers, stones were toppled and it does not appear that any care is taken when mowing. 

My grandmother's parents and possibly grand parents are buried here along with her brothers.    She also buried her second husband at this cemetery.  Her first husband is buried at the National Cemetery, yes, the National Cemetery.  I assumed she would be interned with him, but nope, she wanted to be near her parents.   Sad, that in a few years and probably when her daughters and remaining sibling pass this cemetery will be lost forever. 

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