Vorlon Whispers

Monday, May 28, 2007

Yesterday was a busy day. We sang two selections in the church choir. One was “America Our Heritage” and the other was “Be Still My Soul.” Between the songs, our choir director had a dedication to the service men and women who died during the Iraqi War and Afghanistan War. He had a book of about 4,000 names. He downloaded the names from CNN website.

I am grateful to Don for helping me as my grandparent’s Orrell’s headstone had been turned over and was sideways to their grave. Ted and I experienced this several times. The cemetery, Mt. Moriah in West Philadelphia is not well kept. Ted and I took a crowbar with us when we went to reseat the stone. It is a granite stone. The first time we found this, someone had cut down the large hedges next to the access road and we were able to use the logs to roll the stone into place. I brought a shovel and pitch fork this time but forgot the crow bar. The last time Ted and I reseated the stone was several years ago and we dug out the ground and placed the stone deeper into the ground. It was OK for a while until this year. I know it was upsetting to my father to see his parent’s grave so abused. I thought it was vandalism but I now believe it is the tractor knocking it over when cutting the grass. The stone is on the end of the row and there is not much room for the tractor to swing around on the access road. Many of the end stones are knocked out of place. Don and I managed to rock and slide the stone nearly into place using the Spade. The pitchfork wasn’t strong enough. Don asked if I had a tire iron but Hondas have mini tire irons. I planted a marigold but was discussed with the situation at that cemetery. The Friends of Mt. Moriah are also discussed with the owners of the cemetery. Some graves and under a jungle of bushes and vines.

Next, we went to my Grandparents, McConnell’s cemetery at Mt. Zion in Collingdale, PA. It’s about 5 miles from the other one. This cemetery is well kept and my grandparents are shaded by a maple tree. I used the pitchfork to loosen the soil and planted impatiens as they do well in the shade. Next to my grandparents is her sister, Aunt Hester’s family. I planted some impatiens on their graves and went on to my great-grandparents but some one had already planted two large geraniums there. It had to be either Cousin Joy, her son, Bob, or Cousin Kim. It was nice to see someone had done that, as I seemed to be the only one to be doing it for years. Bob is our Small family historian and Joy got Veterans markers for her uncle and grandfather.

One more stop at this cemetery for my McConnell great grandparents. They are over a few rows and out in the sun. My great Aunt Sue is also buried there. An ageratum was planted there. Don followed me with the water jug to give the plants a good soaking.

Next, we ventured up Springfield Road to route 320 and on to Glenwood Memorial Gardens where Ted and my parents are buried. This cemetery is also well kept although the veterans missed placing a flag in my father’s Veteran marker. It was surrounded by Easter arrangements so they probably didn’t see it. I’ll ask my brother Rick to take a flag up there. I placed a red, white and blue cross on my parent’s grave and two arrangements on Ted’s. One from his parents.

I walked Danny at the cemetery and tried to keep him hidden because walking dogs is not allowed. He didn’t do his business at Don’s house and I know he had to go. He finally went and after cleaning up his mess, we got back in the car for the ride back to Don’s. We stopped at Burger King’s drive in window and the girl said, “Can I help you?” Danny Boy said “Woof! Woof”! I could hardly order for laughing. The girl had been startled. She laughed when she gave us our order.

We ate our burgers and Danny had a little bit of mine. He wasn’t very hungry as he was too hot. Don went out and uncovered his air conditioner and cooled us down as we watched a John Wayne movie, Harare.

We walked Danny before I drove home. There were severe thunderstorm warnings on the radio as I drove down I 95 but we were able to get home before the storm arrived.

News from the Vorlon Wife.

Posted by tedkarol at May 28, 2007 7:52 AM