Day 512: Annual Cemetery Pilgrimage

We were trying to determine how many generations of Cobbs are buried at Forest Hill Cemetery.  Perhaps seven or eight, since the family has been in Fredonia since 1821.  As we tended the graves of several generations, Mary noted that most of them had died before she was born.  She and Steve traded stories about each grandparent's quirks.   We couldn't help wondering if there will be any family members left in town to tend our graves.  The three of us have been weeding, trimming and planting flowers ever since she moved back from NYC 15 years ago.  Before that, we went with Steve's parents.  It's been a family ritual since I married into the family nearly 42 years ago.   As the kids grew, we took them along and taught them the family history.  My parents are buried nearby, too, as well as an uncle.  But, I don't know exactly where my grandparents are.  Dad's parents are in Tobyhanna, Pa., I think.  Mom's father is in NJ somewhere and I don't know where her mom is buried.  Sounds like I have a mission ahead.

Mary tending her parents' graves

Betty Hall Cobb and Marden Cobb

James and Claire Purcell

Power washing the deck

We spent much of  the day power washing outdoor furniture and the back decks.  The benches need paint and we'll have to use wood preservative on the decks.  The front porch and steps also must be cleaned and treated.
33 days left!