We always go up to The Country around Thanksgiving and Christmas time. It's a lovely family tradition. I learned how to drive a stick shift, which was a lot of fun. Once I've mastered the car, I get to learn the tractor! We took a lovely walk to the 'Indian Campground', where we always find shards of pottery.
I also put together the most awesome puzzle: pieces of family gravestones! Perhaps I'm just a bit of a morbid person, but I'm fascinated by so many aspects of death, particularly graveyards and gravestones. I suppose because it's one of the great mysteries. It's something that we can speculate on til we're blue in the face, but we'll just never know. But one thing is for certain: these pieces of stone mark the bones, the final resting place of my ancestors, and I owe it to them to put them back together, in honor of their lives.
Next trip, I hope to go to the gravesite and find more pieces.
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