Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. It gives me something to do everyday.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Grand Cemetery Tour.

What strange thoughts creep into the mind of an 86 year old geezer with swollen ankles and wheezy lungs? Why thoughts of cemeteries of course. I am five weeks from a grand tour of cemeteries. On September 6 I will drive to Springfield, Illinois. I will be attending four days of lectures on genealogy at the FGS Convention. I will get in a trip to the cemetery where Lincoln's tomb is located.

Then I will drive to the Arlington National Cemetery. On September 13 at 11 am I will watch as the ashes of my son Christopher David Monson are placed underground with the ashes of my wife Jackie Lois Monson. God bless them. I will be with them soon.

I am going to spend several days in New Haven, Connecticut. Great grandfathers Thomas, Samuel, and Samuel are buried there. One of them in Wallingford and two at the Grove Street Cemetery in New Haven.

Then it is off to Morristown, New Jersey where my great grandfather Solomon is buried. He served in the Revolutionary War. Several Munsons were at Valley Forge.

Lexington, Kentucky here I come. I have four great grandfathers buried in Kentucky in the area northeast of Lexington. They are Samuel, Samuel (yes, four of my great grandfathers are named Samuel!), Joel, and Abner L. I know that the second Kentucky Samuel is buried at Millersburg, Kentucky. He died in the 1833 Lexington Cholera epidemic.

Don't you wish that you were going with me? Think of all the headstones I am going to see!

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  1. Dude -- I am glad that you have a hobby and so much energy and enthusiam. However, I prefer the bluegrass and fiddle convention hobby to the obssession with graves and cemeteries. Remember YOU are still very much alive.



  2. The festival at the boyhood home of Bill Monroe runs for six days at the end of September. The festival is three hours from Lexington. Do you think that I have thought of several days at the festival?


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