Chapter 13 “That’s the area where Thurston was buried,” Abigail hissed. “Are you sure?” “It looks like it from here,” Abigail repeated. “Maybe they’re going to bury another body.” Abigail snorted. “Where is the body? In their sack?” “Well, it was a thought.” “Maybe, if we slip closer, […]
Feb 1, 2021
The Cemetery at Night
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Chapter 12 Miss Georgia had glanced at the clock before she left her house. It was nearing midnight. She had waited until the lights when out in Abigail’s and Monroe’s homes. She didn’t want nor need anyone telling her she was being foolish. So, she crept down to the cemetery feeling like a fugitive. […]
Aug 28, 2019
A Wish Written in Stone
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Oklahoma and Arkansas have interesting, sometimes violent histories. History isn’t dead or dull; it is part of where we are today and how we came to be this way, and it’s fun to go exploring, backward, into the lives and times of those who lived and died before us. Just across the state line […]
May 20, 2019
Getting in Touch with an Old Tradition
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by blanche manos · leave a comment (edit) Yesterday, my family and I kept up the yearly tradition of putting flowers on the graves of loved ones. Decoration Day is always the same Sunday every May and has been that way for generations. The beautiful little cemetery lies in northeast Oklahoma, surrounded by trees, gentle hills, and a creek […]
Mar 23, 2019
The Body in the Cemetery
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It was a spring day when Darcy and Flora went to Goshen Cemetery. It was a little later than it is now–May, in fact. It would soon be time for the annual Decoration Day at the Cemetery and Flora, being on the Cemetery Board, wanted to make sure everything was in readiness. Birds sang, the […]
May 21, 2018
Decoration Day at Caney
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Each third Sunday in May, people gather at a country cemetery in Cherokee County called Caney. I think of it as our family cemetery because many of my family and relatives are buried there. Of course, many others who are unrelated lie there too. Six generations of my family are there, from Clint who was […]
