All right, friends. We need to have a little informal poll. How do you feel about bagpipe players at cemeteries? My dad, never one to be shy about expressing opinions, does not like them. And I quote, "What gives him the right to destroy my peace?"
Um, I don't feel quite so strongly about it, but it did raise the questions, does the cemetery pay for this guy to come? Or does he just volunteer his services? Does he have a band of bagpipe playing friends who spread out across the valley on Memorial Day to help with the ambiance of the cemeteries? And why should the Scottish corner the market on grave site music? Could anyone bring out their violin or flute, guitar or trombone and provide the same service?
What do you think? Do you like the bagpipe player at the cemetery?
I like George.
Like father, like son.
This was right by Abe's great-grandparents, Mary Leona Johnson Jolley and Jesse Levi Jolley. Sadly, we didn't meet up with any Jolley family this year.
Abe headed back to work for the afternoon while Grandpa and the kids and I went to Memory Grove to visit my Great-Uncle Hugh's memorial. He was 21 years old when he died in a WWII naval battle in the Pacific. Grandpa grabbed a few twigs and bark pieces and mapped out what happened in the battle and how Uncle Hugh's ship sacrificed itself so that several other American ships could get away. Clark had a lot of questions about the war that Grandpa could answer for him.
As per tradition, we enjoyed a fun lunch together. Remember that I told you that my dad wasn't exactly the shy and retiring type? He's on the school board in Davis County and I casually asked, "So Dad, are you stirring any pots on the school board lately?"
Oh, yeah! Makes for good lunch conversation and I think the kids enjoy the drama.
Yesterday I logged a pretty serious complaint here on the blog that I didn't get to do any of the lovely, relaxing things I wanted to do yesterday afternoon. I am happy to announce that I did indeed get to take a happy nappy this afternoon while my little boys slept. Oh happy day!!! Lark Rise to Candleford--- HERE I COME!!!!!!