This post has been waiting in my "treasure trove" of posts. Last summer, the kids and I spent time in a couple of cemeteries. We usually do. It sounds so morbid to admit it, but the cemetery in my hometown is so peaceful (not that I'd be dying to hang out there at night -- ha ha, "dying" ha ha ).
Last summer, the kids and I walked up the hill to the cemetery. I'll just share a few pictures and see if you can guess who got a hold of the camera by the end of the visit.
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| On the way up. I adore those mountains and I love the kids too. |
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| This is where my father's parents are buried; look carefully, and you'll the Twin Lakes |
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| My "diva" daughter |
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| Bless your souls Nickels, I don't know you but I'm glad to have you in my digital files |
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| Again, could you request any better resting place? |
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| Walking Home - they made it the whole way, I swear the journey was 3 times as long when I was a kid. . . |
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