As a child, I took it in stride to visit cemeteries with my great-grandmother, my grandparents, and my parents. It was a ritual of sorts, stopping by to pay respects to those who had passed on, leaving garden flowers, then pulling in somewhere along the way back home to enjoy perhaps a hot dog or an ice cream cone. In my own way, I still do this. Thanks to all who have added photographs and tokens to my contributed pages!

As a child, I took it in stride to visit cemeteries with my great-grandmother, my grandparents, and my parents. It was a ritual of sorts, stopping by to pay respects to those who had passed on, leaving garden flowers, then pulling in somewhere along the way back home to enjoy perhaps a hot dog or an ice cream cone. In my own way, I still do this. Thanks to all who have added photographs and tokens to my contributed pages!