Thursday, January 1, 2009
A Fun Trek On New Years Day
John got an urgent call for dominoes this afternoon so I called my little hispanic friend who is from the same little berg I'm from to ask if she wanted to plunder in some old country cemetaries. Do skunks put off a terrible odor when disturbed? Of course she wanted to ride with me. She is about eight years older then me and remembers some things a little different then me. It was a little cold and a little cloudy but as the afternoon progressed it got warmer and turned out to be a nice day. I let her make the choice as she doesn't drive and can't go at will. She choose the two cemetaries where her parents are buried. I didn't ask why her mother and daddy weren't buried at the same cemetary. I didn't know before today that her mother had died when she was 2 years old. That is sad. We went down a long sandy narrow road and turned left across a cattle guard. I'm sure we were on private property but that is the way these country cemetaries are in south texas. You are allowed to go to the cemetary because they have ended up being public after marriages into different families. When we drove up there was another car there. Now I'm telling you we are in the boonies. Nothing but sand and trees and tombstones. When we got out of the truck we noticed two men sitting near a grave. They wished us a Happy New Year and we returned the greeting. I would have felt a little apprehensive except for the fact they were sitting by a grave. I'm presuming they were father and son visiting wife and mother. I think they were real gentlemen as they left shortly. She pointed out all her relatives and we read tombstones and looked at pictures and read the historical marker. We started hearing shots and they seemed to be getting nearer and nearer. It was deer country but they couldn't be shooting that many deer so we decided it was time for us to leave. If they missed their target one or both of us could be history. We went on to the Anchorage cemetary where all my relatives are and I pointed out where all of mine are as she knew a lot of them. We still had one more to make where her Mom is. This was the most interesting part of the trek to me because she showed me a cemetary very near Anchorage that I didn't know existed. What? A country road I had not be down? It was on a farm with large bales of hay all around. The cemetary is fairly large but they are doing their planning more neatly then most. All the graves are in one corner. Kind of unusual to me that there are so many hispanics in our area with the name Brown and that is the name of the cemetary but the tombstones had primarily hispanic names that are familiar to me as hispanic. Then I noticed something else unusual in these old cemetaries. By one fence was a water faucet with a long garden hose. I pointed it out to her and she didn't know it was there. I'm wondering if someone dug a well just for this cemetary. humm? She suggested we stop for something to drink after all this walking. The first place we passed was a dance hall/ beer joint type place. Is this where you want to stop Lydia I ask? We had a good laugh about that. We decided someone may ask us to dance and we may forget to go home. On down the road we met about twenty motorcycles with the black leather and we figured they were heading to the dance hall so we opted for Dairy Queen in the next town. That will teach John to play dominoes on New Year's day. We had fun.