Decoration

Day #178:

Oh Deocration Day... one of those Southern traditions that people not from here will NEVER understand. HUGE lunch at Grandma's, then half an hour of "Do we actually need to go and see the flowers that have been sitting on Gran's bed for 3 weeks? Is it really necessary to go out now that we are all fat and old... who really wants to sweat to see flowers? Then again, it can't truly be Decoration Day if we don't go to the graveyard and look around. Oh fine. We'll all go. Let's see how many Tittle's we can fit in a car..." My favorite part of the tradition? Skip taking a picture of the flowers EVERY YEAR. This cracks me up. I find it morbidly hilarious. Instead of taking pics of the flowers, I took a pic of Skip taking her pic. Or at least trying. She struggles with digital cameras. I've told her on many occasions that she's going to single-handedly keep the 35mm roll people in business. Only Skip still had a camera with film in it. Auntie Jo was the resident diva. I kept calling her Michael Jackson. She arrived with an enteroge, huge sunglasses and an umbrella. Aunt Minnie was showing us where she wanted to be buried. "NOT BY THE WOODS! Put me up there where people can see me. Stick Skipper in the woods!" Mason kept telling Mere how he wanted his burial plot to look and what type of flowers he wanted. See, I'm not the only crazy one. Our whole family is nuts. People think I'm insane when I tell them how I've planned my funeral. Today, we found out my 14 year old cousin has done the same thing. Mere said she'd dump him in the ocean. I told him we'd save our money, have him cremated and FLUSH. Burial at sea. Yes, we're all a little crazy, but we genuinely love each other. The other pics are Uncle Kin, asleep, which he always is, and Gran telling a story. Fun Day! :0)