I am not sure I have discussed an odd hobby of mine. When I tell most people I get strange looks and have been told outright that it’s creepy. The odd hobby is grave hunting through Find-a-Grave. Volunteers from all over the world take pictures of graves that are then added to a database. Yesterday I hunted around my local cemetery and looked for four graves. I found two that were clearly marked, another with just her first husband’s last name and the last was not marked at all. I have requested a few over the years. One was a first cousin four times removed (which means we shared a grandmother, his grandmother, my four times great grandmother). He died in WW 1 in 1915 at the age of 21 from a gunshot wound to the head. I waited a long time after the request was put in for that one. The other was my grandmother’s brother who only lived 19 days. I think the reason I love this hobby so much is many of these people, like my cousin and great uncle, have been forgotten. Neither married. Neither had children. All their immediate family died longg ago. These boys were loved and I think about a mother’s heart who would not want their children forgotten. Next spring I want to start photographing my entire local cemetery. It will probably take years but it’s something I love to do.
And yes, I am becoming my mother. I now officially hate going out after dark in the fall and winter. It’s cold and it makes my body ache. Because of my Fuch’s dystrophy lights hurt my eyes and I can’t see. It’s not fun. My mother used to complain about the same problems. And I used to roll my eyes. Serves me right. Payback.
Yesterday we hauled out all our Christmas decorations. Over the last several years I have got rid of at least 50% of my decorations and only kept the ones that are sentimental. That still leaves me with 4 Rubbermaid totes! But how can I get rid of decorations made by my kids when they were just small? Or a little red boot that my grandmother gave me the first year I was on my own? My sister has given me some beautiful ornaments over the years as well. I rarely keep things these days but I just can’t part with my Christmas decorations. They are just things, just possessions, but they are things that remind me that I’m loved.
And here is a picture of Norbert in a box.