I mentioned in my last post that we were to go put flowers on my Parents and my Babies graves. I did go with Ken and am
no worse for wear. Mira met us there and I got a hug.
I was a member of this Baptist Church for twenty years. I joined this church when I was eleven years old and my faith is still strong. It dawned on me that I didn't have a picture of this church anywhere so while I had my camera with me I went ahead and took a picture of it. It has some Sunday school rooms in the back in an add on building. To the left side and behind is a very large cemetery. My family is buried in the back part of the cemetery. To the right is a road and across the road is a large building where they have dinners and such.
My mother taught Sunday School there for twenty six years until she got to be unable to attend church on account of several mini strokes which affected her mind. We found out she also had cancer soon after that and lived seven more months. On the day of her funeral the Sunday school members cooked a large lunch for our family members in the large meeting center.
My Grandparents on my Dad's side and one of his brothers is buried to the left. Another of his brothers is buried in the back. His grandparents are buried in the side center.
My GG grandparents on my Mothers side are buried about in the middle of the cemetery. One of my Mother's sisters is buried in the plot with my parents. There are probably some older family members somewhere there that I know nothing about.
There are also some old graves with no markers in center of the cemetery and no one knows who they were.
Have a good Tuesday everyone and may it be a blessed one. Helen