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Nov. 3rd, 2002 09:13 pmAhhhhhhhhhh, what an enormous mug of chamomile tea and a hot bath won't cure..... hopefully.
I don't know why the tradition of visiting graves on All Saint's day is so important to me. Seems sorta morbid, really. But for some reason I always feel better afterwards. To be able to go to the old family cemetery and say hi to Grandma and Grandpa makes me happy. Its a really old cemetery, in the churchyard of where my dad and his family attended when they still lived on the farm in Peotone. In the back there's two or three rows of headstones dated back to the early 1800's. There's a bunch of children buried there, apparently from a diptheria epidemic one year. I'm hoping the impending airport down there won't affect this area. Standing there, I could hear my grandparents' voices- Grandma in her thick Austrian accent "That baby ought to have a bonnet on!" and Grandpa's various stories including the dog in the rocking chair and the "nineteen-ought-seven" tornado. And its kind of weird to see my dad's mother's stone there. She died when he was twelve, so obviously I never knew her. I kind of wish my other set of grandparents were closer so I could visit them, too.
I miss 'em.
Love to you, Grandma and Grandpa, Nana and Grandad, and the ones I never knew- Arline and Charles. I think we're all turning out OK.
I don't know why the tradition of visiting graves on All Saint's day is so important to me. Seems sorta morbid, really. But for some reason I always feel better afterwards. To be able to go to the old family cemetery and say hi to Grandma and Grandpa makes me happy. Its a really old cemetery, in the churchyard of where my dad and his family attended when they still lived on the farm in Peotone. In the back there's two or three rows of headstones dated back to the early 1800's. There's a bunch of children buried there, apparently from a diptheria epidemic one year. I'm hoping the impending airport down there won't affect this area. Standing there, I could hear my grandparents' voices- Grandma in her thick Austrian accent "That baby ought to have a bonnet on!" and Grandpa's various stories including the dog in the rocking chair and the "nineteen-ought-seven" tornado. And its kind of weird to see my dad's mother's stone there. She died when he was twelve, so obviously I never knew her. I kind of wish my other set of grandparents were closer so I could visit them, too.
I miss 'em.
Love to you, Grandma and Grandpa, Nana and Grandad, and the ones I never knew- Arline and Charles. I think we're all turning out OK.
