tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608280292860999393.post7897683602789278005..comments2023-12-19T16:04:33.937-05:00Comments on Threading needles in a haystack: the genealogy journey: Tombstone Tuesday: Rodney DangerfieldAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16234091189020223166noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608280292860999393.post-30533286902712513682012-03-22T12:58:57.887-04:002012-03-22T12:58:57.887-04:00I always like hearing that story!I always like hearing that story!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16234091189020223166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608280292860999393.post-86991780660007075442012-03-21T22:40:15.640-04:002012-03-21T22:40:15.640-04:00When my dad (your grandfather)would visit my mom&#...When my dad (your grandfather)would visit my mom's (your grandmother's)grave, which they share now, he wouldn't just go, bring some flowers, say a prayer and leave. Not YOUR grandfather. He would bring a folding chair, a garden hose and a sprinkler. He would go to the water faucet, attach a "Y" connector (so he could connect his hose and others still had access to water), run his hose from the faucet over to mom's grave, connect the sprinkler, and water the lawn and plants. Next he would set up his folding chair and sit and read the newspaper (or 2). Eventually, he would say a prayer, disconnect everything, pack up the car and leave. He did this weekly until he could no longer drive. After he passed away, I found all his cemetery stuff, still in the trunk of his car.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07628803577520258253noreply@blogger.com