tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36960369.post8339682227016540562..comments2023-05-03T05:12:35.672-05:00Comments on Ephemeral Chaos: The Babies' Are the Saddest7-letter Deborah, never a Debhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05946072810080876542noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36960369.post-22852208106037255582007-05-26T14:00:00.000-05:002007-05-26T14:00:00.000-05:00I also LOVE cemetaries. This is probably because I...I also LOVE cemetaries. <BR/><BR/>This is probably because I spent many of my summers hitting cemetaries in Oklahoma and Arkansas while on genealogy sidetrips with my mom.<BR/><BR/>Sadly, I don't make it to many cemetaries these days...<BR/><BR/>P.S. One of my grandfathers once moved a small cemetary that was inconveniently situated on his farmland...we're pretty sure he only moved the headstones. He did make sure to line up the headstones all nice and neat when he moved them.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03946808893401100787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36960369.post-38566542018947853722007-05-25T08:46:00.000-05:002007-05-25T08:46:00.000-05:00I have always been fascinated by cemetaries. They...I have always been fascinated by cemetaries. They are a walk-by history lesson and if you walk your own history, WOW. We often visit the family cemetaries in Wisconsin (my Mom's home state). Thanks for another cool lesson.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11776302871199679180noreply@blogger.com