Monday, December 29, 2008
Just Raccoon Poop
The day was too beautiful to stay inside. I twisted John's arm and promised to pay for the gas. Same ole' discussion where to go. When I said maybe Anchorage (not Alaska) then he said maybe we can stop by Brummet. That is the cemetary where much of his family are buried. It is between Jourdanton, Texas and Devine, Texas on a ranch. After you turn off the main highway it is a rough road and we didn't meet another vehicle. It used to be a grown up with grass and weeds and a deserted looking cemetary. A man who has family buried there has taken it on himself to maintain it and it looks so nice. He has somehow managed to mark graves without tombstones with small printed notices that look as if they may have been donated by a funeral home. It is a large cemetary and we walked most of. Finding the grave of a defender of the Alamo and one mentioning the battle of San Jacinto. Some of the graves have the very old fashioned iron fence around it. Almost looks like a baby crib made of iron. Some of the stones are very modern. This resting place is far away from water but the grounds keeper has planted some tall cedar trees in line by the gate. I mean they will be tall someday. There were signs someone had just watered them this morning or last yesterday. They would have had to haul the water there. There was not a piece of trash anywhere and the two outhouses had been recently painted white with a lattice work fence in front of each. This man does not get pay for this job. He took it on after retiring from his job and has been working at it for a lot of years. He must be in his 80's now. They do have an association with a meeting and picnic out there each year so I'm sure he does get donations from some to help out. The cemetary has a good fence around it to keep cattle out and a mailbox at the gate asking people to leave their name, address, and telephone and relation of the grave they visited. It is so quiet and peaceful with many many oak trees but the only sign of wild life we saw was raccoon poop on some of the tombstones. When we headed home we drove another rough country road and finally came into an area where people lived here and there. The first house there was a man working out side and he stopped to look at the strangers passing by so we waved and he waved. Farther down the sandy road we over took a lady whom I presume was his wife walking. Probably for her exercise. She stopped to wave too and we remarked to each other that it would be kind of lonely livng way out here.