...We always called it "the duty". Every Memorial Day my grandmother and mother took me along with them as they did the spring clean-up of the various family cemetery spots. They called it "dressing the graves". I was the next generation being taught to respectfully care for the family grave markers. Grandma always brought flowers from her garden and packed a basket with clippers, a scrub brush, copper cleaner and a jug of water. I learned by quietly watching what would one day be expected of me Over the years I went faithfully to the cemetery to perform the duty. Though I offered to take my cousins with me, they all declined the invitation. They never knew where any of the family were buried. That willful ignorance never made any sense to me. The duty was never a sad task. I always looked forward to the visit to the cemetery. It had been such a harsh winter i...
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