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One of my lovely memories from childhood is that of accompanying my grandmother to the cemetery where her parents are buried. It was a weekly habit of hers to clip a variety of flowers from her garden and then head to the cemetery. Besides a water-filled bucket of colorful blooms, she would take hand clippers, garden gloves, a small whisk broom, a plastic milk bottle filled with water (for cleaning the grave)...and me. Accompanying her to the cemetery was something I LOVED doing. |
Now, as an adult, I still love cemeteries. They are beautiful, tranquil places.