First we go to my Grandma Ostler's grave usually on Sunday, this year it was Saturday. My Grandpa and Grandma met in a small town in Moroni, Utah when they were in elementary school. She died when I was two years old and although I don't remember her I know she was a great woman and loved us very much. She is burried in her home town of Moroni. Next to her is her parents and her brother and his wife. Across the cemetary my Grandpa's parents and brother are burried. Just for a sidenote my Grandpa's brother was shot down in WWII so his body really isn't burried their which is kind of sad but extremely interesting.
My Dad is a master flower arranger :)
I took this photo of the perfect flower and it turned out pretty professional. I was very proud :)
While we were at the cemetery this cute old lady came up to us needing some help. She had locked her keys in her car and her cell phone. After trying multiple numbers that were all wrong we drove her into town to find a locksmith. The problem with being in a small town is 1. the nearest locksmith was 20 miles away 2. the police don't work on the weekends. Luckily there was a guy that worked at a service station that had a kit to get into cars and he met us back at the cemetery. We made a new friend that day, Lauree Pettie, from Spanish Fork.
On Monday we have breakfast at my aunt and uncle's house and then we ALL go to the cemetery. I'm sure we're a site to see. The headstone gets cleaned up. The flowers get arranged (once again my dad the master arranger). And then my grandpa tells us about her. My Grandma Stallings died on June 6, 1989, two years to the day before I was born. I never knew her but I sure wish I could've. I miss both of my Grandmas so much which may seem strange nevering having known them. But I've heard how amazing and wonderful they were and I wish they were still here with us. I know they are having a great time watching over us though.
This year I went with John and his parents and his Aunt and Uncle to his grandparents grave (which is acutally in the same cemetery as my Grandma Stallings). It was so nice to go with them and hear about his grandparents. It's always fun to be with the Davies!!
On Monday we have breakfast at my aunt and uncle's house and then we ALL go to the cemetery. I'm sure we're a site to see. The headstone gets cleaned up. The flowers get arranged (once again my dad the master arranger). And then my grandpa tells us about her. My Grandma Stallings died on June 6, 1989, two years to the day before I was born. I never knew her but I sure wish I could've. I miss both of my Grandmas so much which may seem strange nevering having known them. But I've heard how amazing and wonderful they were and I wish they were still here with us. I know they are having a great time watching over us though.
This year I went with John and his parents and his Aunt and Uncle to his grandparents grave (which is acutally in the same cemetery as my Grandma Stallings). It was so nice to go with them and hear about his grandparents. It's always fun to be with the Davies!!
After going to the graves we had a BBQ with some friends and enjoyed the wonderful evening.
I love Memorial Day. I think I'm kind of into the random less traditional holidays. But oh well, someone has to be :)
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