I love cemeteries!

I was raised in a house that was built during the late 1800's as a Funeral Parlor. Back then, the embalmer lived right in the house where he prepared the deceased for burial. After he passed away, the house went to two single women and stayed that way for decades.

My parents were the first people to live in the house with children. As a toddler I slept in the same room where the embalming had been done. When I was older, I slept upstairs where the bodies had been kept. It was great fun to grow up in a house that had "special features!" Growing up in a house that once had been used as a funeral parlor and for viewings was normal for me.

I love cemeteries!

I was raised in a house that was built during the late 1800's as a Funeral Parlor. Back then, the embalmer lived right in the house where he prepared the deceased for burial. After he passed away, the house went to two single women and stayed that way for decades.

My parents were the first people to live in the house with children. As a toddler I slept in the same room where the embalming had been done. When I was older, I slept upstairs where the bodies had been kept. It was great fun to grow up in a house that had "special features!" Growing up in a house that once had been used as a funeral parlor and for viewings was normal for me.