I told him about my project to walk home from Allendale and he asked me if it would be possible for me to swing through the cemetery in New Salem, Michigan. That is where most of his mother's side of the family is buried. It is also the location of the church where his parents were wed and where he was baptized.
I printed off the records/map of where name redacted were buried and he was simply amazed.
You darned betchya I can swing through that cemetery. Every day with my parents is a gift.
Dad is 92 and does not buy green bananas. I figured, "Heck, New Salem is not that far away. I can drive over there after our shift of elder-care, take pictures and have them developed before our next elder-care shift."
You don't get the pictures of the grave stones. You get pictures of the stained glass.
|Photo of altar. Note the boy angel holding the candle on the left side of the altar (as seen from the pews) and the girl angle holding the candle on the right side.|
|Christ in the center...no surprise there.|
|The four foot choir-loft railing suggests that these windows are easily 12' tall. St Isidor with a plow. There is a pun buried in the window...North Dorr is just east of New Salem...is-a-door, get it.|
|St Margaret (of Scotland?)|
|St Wendelin with sheep. Farm community, don't ya know.|
|St Aloysius Gonzaga patron saint of basketball|
Along the right side from the front
|St Rose of Lima|
|St Barbara patron saint of artillery and armor|
|St Anthony patron saint of lost things|
Just how "country"?
|This is the hamlet of New Salem. I counted 28 driveways. That is a small town by Michigan standards.|
The trip there
Another stop my dad asked me to make was in North Dorr (pronounced "North Door").
People in North Dorr have an odd sense of humor; they call themselves "Door Knobs". I stopped at the general store and it was like stepping back into time. They left the price of gas at 99 cents a gallon .and. the background music was that group with Jim Morrison as the lead singer. Yeah, that group...
And then my truck would not start. It has a hot-start problem. I think the A/C compressor clutch seizes up and stalls out the engine. Starts fine when it is cool.
So I flirted with the pretty girl behind the counter a little bit. She had painted her nails three different colors. I asked her if she had run out of polish and she took the ribbing good naturedly. Then I cracked the hood of the truck and went for a walk.
The truck started just fine when I came back, even if they were still playing The Doors.