Nether Alderley
Mar. 26th, 2012 09:53 amIn Nether Alderley churchyard I met a woman who was sweeping her own grave. She hadn't been in it yet, but she'd reserved the spot and put down a little square stone as a marker. The stone was incised with the family name. There were other stones round it- most of them covering properly dead people. The stones were in the shadow of the tower and nest-building birds had been dropping twigs on them. Most of the properly dead people had been her friends. " They were a sociable lot," she said. "They liked parties. My husband and I joke about them coming out in the middle of the night to have cocktails."
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Date: 2012-03-26 10:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-26 01:32 pm (UTC):)
It's a healthy attitude towards death, I think.
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Date: 2012-03-26 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-26 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-27 10:58 am (UTC)The graveyard in which all four of mine lie is also the final resting place of two great-grandparents, one great-great-grandfather, and one great-great-great-grandfather. They all have markers.
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Date: 2012-03-27 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-03 04:55 pm (UTC)