My Corner of the World

Home. Home is where your heart is at. My heart is right here in my small home town where I have spent most of my 45 years. Actually, it is right here on my parent's property. They have two lots, I perfer the one on the right. If you are facing the main road, it would be the right side! The side that shares the property line with the Funeral home. There was a ride-a-way between the two properties, but the Funeral Director planted a line of pines back when I was a little girl that have grown into quite a beautiful fence! Thank God, because the embalming room is right across from my bedroom window, I always know when there is going to be a funeral coming up! As an aside: Don't you think there should be marquees in front of funeral home saying whom is being burried next? Or, some kind of a sign that lets you know who services are being held for? I mean, granted they do post some information in the paper, but not everyone has an obituary. I personally don't read the paper. So when there are cars parked on the road in front of my house and down the block, up the block...over flow for the funeral next door...I'd like to know who the heck died! Must be someone important! Hope I didn't know them! Oh I know I am terrible! I have been known to call...Hi, who ya have over there? We have two funeral homes on the block, my mom, God bless her, has been known to call the other one. She is so surprised when the Director calls her by name. "She recongnized my voice. Have I really been to that many funerals? Is my voice that distinctive?" Yes, mom! You know you are important. You've been around! ~ Do you think I should tell her about caller ID? Naaaaaaa, let her think she has left a lasting impression on the woman! ~ Hey, sometimes an obit is in the paper the parents don't buy, so we have to call both. Hi Mare...Hi Mike do you have so and so ? Please, my entire life my dad has told me, "I am going to send you next door and plant you out back!" Oh, I didn't get to the back property line yet now did I? Well, the back left corner shares a tiny piece of border with the cemetary. I can cross my next door neighbors back yard in seven steps and be standing in it looking at all the tomb stones.