On Wednesday, January 8, 2014, I buried a ninety-four-year-old man. He was from Canaan and he lived in the area for most of his life. He was a member of my church. He was a World War II veteran, having joined the Army. According to his daughter, he never once raised his voice to his children, though his wife often did. Perhaps he was just trying to balance our her voice. He had a nice smile and was just about deaf by the end of his life.
I think this was my ninth or tenth funeral, though the funeral home director thinks that I've done more.
According to his daughter, his great grandmother was Blackfoot Indian.
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11 January 2014
06 May 2013
4-5-6-May-2013
Rode a century with a friend, Mark, to the Massachusetts state line and back. Actually, 110 miles
Rode to N. Egremont and then to the edge of Hillsdale, NY after church on Sunday
Rode up and over Mount Washington, taking forever on the freshly opened dirt rodes
It was so beautiful
Ardys visited while I had office hours. She is one cool 91-year-old.
The trees came down in the church backyard
Slept at the Fransons'. We had a Cinco de Mayo party (sorta) and ate chocolate mousse made from avocados. It was delicious.
Rode to N. Egremont and then to the edge of Hillsdale, NY after church on Sunday
Rode up and over Mount Washington, taking forever on the freshly opened dirt rodes
It was so beautiful
Ardys visited while I had office hours. She is one cool 91-year-old.
The trees came down in the church backyard
Slept at the Fransons'. We had a Cinco de Mayo party (sorta) and ate chocolate mousse made from avocados. It was delicious.
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