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We took him there to see
She's buried here someplace
I think down at the south end,
somewhere near the southeast corner
There's no stone for her
That's all he said, it wasn't a lot
We walked down that way,
I read some names along the way
Family names most all, quite a lot for ours
But none were for her
She didn't have a name, Dad had said,
and it's what we had heard
We hung around for a bit, fairly silent
An old pickup stopped by on the road
Elmer John got out and chatted with my dad
About the same age they were
We stepped their way, I introduced myself to him
Chatting some more, I told him why we had come
Trying to locate Dad's little sister,
where she was put
Dad was born a twin, both were preemie babies,
each had weighed barely two pounds,
only one had lived
They hadn't named her,
just buried "Baby Girl" in a plot
Elmer was good news that day,
he was caretaker now
and had a map at his house
We went to see and sure enough,
our "Baby Girl" was there on his map,
about four feet from the road,
forty from the east line
Armed with this information, back we went
I was thinking of how we had looked there before
but now he'll know
Dad was happy with what he'd heard
He'd seen it on the page and
walked the ground with his feet
He knew there wasn't a stone,
but now he knew, for sure
what he'd been told was right
Settled with him
We were happy too. We didn't mention that the
old dirt road was what showed on the map
but since it had been widened and graveled
But Dad knew what he knew. He was happy again
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- Top photo by Daryl Edelstein and posted January 28, 2012 by Fireblosom in her Weekend Photo Challenge (http://withrealtoads.blogspot.co.za/2012/01/weekend-photo-challenge-daryl-edelstein.html)
- Lower Photo and Poem Copyright © 2013 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Notes:
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor
- Fact check: My dad was born a twin, both together didn't weigh four pounds. They were born on Grandpa's farm and were kept in shoe boxes in the oven. The sister was not named, died at age one day, and was buried in a country cemetery, 'in the corner down by the road.' There was no tombstone.
- More: There was a map which showed the place, very likely now on . The caretaker's name was not Elmer John and he did not drive by. Mrs. Jim and I did take Dad to the cemetery. We also knew where the caretaker lived so we went to his home. He gave us a copy of his map. There is one other in the county museum. I have no idea of what all Dad was thinking but was aware and wanted to show us. Turned out we also showed him some details concerning his sister's burial place, the map.
Such a touching family story, Jim. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a story Jim.. To grow up with such a broken connection inside. I love the small changes that you did, but I'm sure your dad was happy for the change.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a lovely and human story. I can relate very well and it is very well told. Thanks very much, Jim.
ReplyDeleteWOW. So, so sad. Love the story behind.
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