Mom and I were creeping down a steep gravel road in a rented car in the fog. I love to explore and see new things, but seeing wasn’t easy in that fog. As we worked our way down off the “mountain” (I am sorry for being such a California mountain snob), I said “grassy clearing up ahead”. Mom said “That’s the cemetery!” Sure enough, it was. I have a sense of awe for a family that maintains and uses its own private cemetery. It seems so personal and honoring to the deceased family members. Have a look at the one in my family:
Okay, I admit. We returned another day for better photos.
This is the centerpiece headstone. The other side has Martha Bob’s name, my knitting-while-reading great-grandmother, AKA “Granny” to her many grandchildren.
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Hi Jana, it’s Sherrilyn. Mom sent me your blog. This looks just like the cemetery down the street from our land in North Carolina. We have property on the Ivy River in Marshall near Asheville. We took the kids there last year and had a great time but it is hard to get to our land since the road isn’t built yet. Had a fun drive along the Blue Ridge but had to have the kids pray hard for a miracle since we were miles from anywhere, no cell service, and driving on fumes. God came thru within 5 min. and we found a turn-off with gas! The BR was so foggy at some places we couldn’t enjoy the view but we had the road to ourselves most the time. Enjoyed mining for gems and took a few home. Had fun walking around Asheville too. Hope to build down by the river someday. Love you mural and art. (Still have some blank cards I got from you about 30 yrs. ago!)
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