More cheerful seasonally appropriate posts tomorrow. I’ve had one complaint that I post too often. Is that possible? What say you, there’s a comment box somewhere.
Ok, Grandfather and Grandmother Klassen were buried on the homestead. This made sense when it was a garden, before the plot was claimed for growing more grain. Aunt Mary had two gardens, with a significant part of the one closest to the house given over to “Purvis” (there was a real one, this one kids sized and pretend) with John Deer toys, including seed drills that actually worked, farm buildings before Fisher Price, a place I spent many a fine summer hour.
What I do have is a picture my father took of the graves and headstones of his parents, both dead long before I was born. I took a similar picture of the headstones of my parents, glad my kids had gotten to know both of them. I took the picture on the way to my brother’s place in Aubigny when my sister visited this fall.