For the past few weeks I’ve been sleeping a little later in the mornings, as if this old body was preparing for the inevitable “fall back” of the clocks. My circadian rhythms fell right in line today when I woke up at sunrise to take back the hour, seize the day, soak up the sunshine. It was a short one, that’s for sure, but the days will only get shorter until !! Christmas !! In the meantime, I’ll make the best of what’s around…
I used my Nikon to take pictures at the cemetery this week and I am very disappointed that I cannot seem to get the USB cord to transfer to my computer, so… Use your imagination: gravestones, old ones, all in a row, inscriptions barely legible, sitting precariously on their foundations. I failed to find my 2x great grandmother for certain, but I think her stone may have just aged to a point that I cannot read the name. She died in 1876 and despite the care the graveyard receives, time takes its toll.
I was cruising from Albion to Grayville, last leg of the trip, before I realized that my Mom was riding shotgun. Yes, I seriously felt her presence as I pulled in to Oak Grove cemetery where her parents are buried, but of course I would in that place on the 20th anniversary of her death. I paid my respects to Grandma and Grandpa and drove down Martin St. to see the spot where their house stood; it recently burned to the ground. There is a 5th-wheel hooked up there now, so we hustled on by, heading for my cousin Jeff’s house. When I got to the highway, for some reason (Mom) I turned right, knowing full well I should turn left, so I turned back toward the river a couple of blocks away. As soon as I turned, I realized I was on the street where Mom’s sister, Aunt Clara, used to live; that’s when I Knew For Sure that Mom was there with me. We stopped at the corner and stared for a while at the house that holds so many fond memories. It is seriously falling down, kind of sinking, and I wouldn’t want to stand under the back porch from the look of it, but I could imagine the ghosts gathered around the kitchen table, laughing and arguing. It was 20 years ago today that Aunt Clara died- yes, just four days after my Mom -and I was definitely feeling her presence, as well.
Turning back toward Jeff’s, I slowly drove by where Grandma Goodson lived — nothing there now, not even a trailer — but in my mind’s eye I could see the barn where Grandma Eaton kept her cow; her only form of refuge from her nine kids was walking down there every morning to do the milking. I finally drove on, turned again and landed at Jeff’s house.
Though I don’t have any cemetery pictures, I snapped these this evening…
I need to read five more books to meet my Reading Challenge this year, so I found some short novels that are just lovely…and brief…like this blog post.
November looks pretty boring right now, but Maybe I can find some Events this month to entertain us.
4 thoughts on “Daylight Savings”
Jo, how appropriate to pay respect to the dead. The chuch reminds us the month of November is set aside to remember our dead. All Saints Day, Nov.1 and All Souls Day, Nov. 2.
Yes, I especially like to play the hymn “For all the Saints who from their labors rest” — Do you know that one or is it a Lutheran thing? Did you miss last week’s post? It didn’t get much attention, but it explains my rationale for graveyards in November…
I hope they end daylight saving time next year–oh the powers that be. Check your USB port on your computer. Those dang ports go out from time to time, and that may be the problem with your camera to computer conversation. Unsolicited advice. November is my second favorite month. Enjoy!
I forced the USB in the camera slot and I’m afraid I messed it up; hope it’s the computer port. November is cozy, mostly quiet, not sure where I’d rank it, What is your favorite month?