Author: Shelly

Cemeteries, Ladybusiness, Photography

Mount Gilead Cemetery

Shelly

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One corner of the cemetery was scattered with flowers that had blown away from the graves. This bright blue silk carnation was nestled among some fallen leaves, along the dry stone wall.

Something I noticed when I started doing genealogy research was that too, too many women’s maiden names were lost. In terms of history, they cease to exist as anything but extensions of their husbands.

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Skirvin
Tilford L.
Sept. 22, 1850
June. 24, 1913
Mary M.
Oct. 14, 185
Dec. 23, 1929

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Nancy Jo
Dau. of D. & L. Rogers
Died Nov. 3, 1862
13 Yrs. 21 Dys.
Beneath this willow weep
a child, a lovely sister sleeps
We know that she is happy
With her angel plumage on
But our hearts are very desolate
When we think that she is gone

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Elizabeth
Wife of J. W. Polley
Born Mar. 21, 1977
Died May 20, 1888

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Margaret
Wife of Lo. B. Rader
Died Apr. 4, 1883
51 ys. 8 ms. 3 ds.

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Lichen and Moss on Grave Marker

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Dry Stone Wall

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Dry Stone Wall

There are about a million limestone quarries in the area, so dry stone walls are common, especially around cemeteries. I was amused to see that this section of wall contained a piece of stone that had been tooled for some purpose. It looks like a drawer front from a bedside table.

Crankypantsing, Photography

How I Spent My Weekend

Shelly

I spent some more time this weekend in Owen County. I didn’t take many photos, though, because it was just too disgusting and depressing. When we got there on Saturday, we found that there were new holes in the master bedroom walls and the trash we’d picked up, bagged, and stacked last weekend was strewn all over the place again.

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Spider and Bath Tub Drain

At one point on Saturday, the couple who had been living in the trailer we’ve been cleaning out showed up. Not a word of apology for demolishing the place and leaving a disgusting pig sty for other people to clean up. Not a mention of the puppy they abandoned or the kitten they left locked inside the trailer with no food or water. Not one word. They just said that they were there to pick up some things and that they’d be back later for the big stuff.

Today, when we got there, the mirror in the master bath was smashed, along with a globe from one of the lights. They did, indeed, come back for the big stuff, and they trashed the place some more while they were at it. What the hell is wrong with these people?

I’m finding it kind of difficult right now to feel very sympathetic toward them.

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The Scream (child’s drawing on the front steps to the trailer)

The kids–there were three of them–drew on everything within reach: floors, walls, cupboard doors, and the front steps. Mostly, it was the same screaming face, which was kind of creepy.

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Technical Note

Shelly

My web hosts are supposedly in the process of upgrading their MySQL servers (if you haven’t noticed, access has been painfully slow lately). This should improve server response time. They’ll be doing the upgrade to the server where my domain is hosted on Monday morning. They say there will be about a 15 minute window when my site will be inaccessible. I think they are probably being overly optimistic, but who knows? Maybe I’ll be pleasantly surprised.

So, if you have trouble getting here on Monday, that’s why.

Okaythen! As you were, comrades!

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On Cleaning

Shelly

When I clean, I find that I busy myself with one area, working until I come across something that belongs in another room. I then put that item away, and busy myself in that room, until I come across something that belongs in yet another room, at which point, the whole process begins again. In the middle of cleaning, I usually have a bunch of half-cleaned rooms, which can be daunting, but then, they all seem to magically achieve (what passes for) cleanness at the same time, which is nice.

I love this Flickr group.

Bread is kneading in the bread machine and laundry is sorted.

Photography

Another Bumblebee

Shelly

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Joe Pye with Bumblebee

And, with that, I really have to go clean my house. Or, at least, I have to put a loaf of bread on to bake and clean the living room. And vacuum. And maybe clean the bathroom. It wouldn’t hurt to do a couple of loads of laundry, either. I should also start thinking about what I’m going to make for supper, but before I can do that, I need to wash the dishes and sweep the kitchen floor.

I can think of about a million things I’d rather do than any of the above.