Ruth Carlton at rest
I never knew Jack Carlton, my grandfather. He was a Marine, got injured and died later of his wounds. I didn’t know his family that well either – he was from the south shore of Massachusetts and my grandmother was from the same town I grew up, so I knew her side of the family.
The interesting thing about a funeral is what you learn about your family, the living and the dead. I suppose it’s the only time people dare to take time off from work and gather together and drink alcohol and talk. So I learned a lot about my grandfather and my grandmother and right on down the line.
If you’re ever debating whether or not to go to a funeral, I’d say go and hopefully it will be as rewarding as the one I attended…
did you meet your cousin Pam?
Comment by almostboogienegress — October 22, 2007 @ 10:08 pm
mister jon snackeroo, i’m so sorry to hear about your grandma. you’ve been in my head lately. i hope things are going well for you, other than this sad event.
oli says woof. he can almost say ‘walk’. he tries.
Comment by shell — October 22, 2007 @ 10:40 pm
Jon I’m so glad you took this picture – Thanks!
Comment by Mac — October 24, 2007 @ 3:50 pm
Hi Shell, thanks a lot. Are you heading north anytime soon?
Comment by Rolston — October 24, 2007 @ 8:53 pm
Yes, I did meet cousin Pam, she’s got a kid but that hasn’t slowed her down…
Comment by Rolston — October 24, 2007 @ 8:55 pm
You’re very welcome Mac.
Comment by Rolston — October 25, 2007 @ 9:43 pm