Only in the south can you drive down a gravel road on a rainy Saturday afternoon on your way to a friend's house and see a fresh grave in the front yard of her neighbor. God bless the woman that was buried here. These are the things I see that make my life so full and these are the images Wesley lives for. I had to shoot this picture so I could email it to her. It's like a scrapbook image for a film student, isn't it?
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the south is a strange and wonderous place.
We loved our trip and we do have stories for you!
Oh boy! Stories!!
that is so cool that you can still do that here... i wonder if there are restrictions as to what properties are allowed to have family plots.
Hey MIchele, I don't know what the rules are about getting buried in your front yard. What happens if the house needs to be sold, that is my question! Someone buys grandma :)
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