Moving in May, 5/23

I wonder what FlyLady's focus in June will be? Did I move today? No, not really. I walked around in the Preston Cemetery, around the grocery store twice, around the dollar store & down to feed the dog. I moved, just didn't do it consecutively for 15 minutes.

It was really busy in town, especially this morning. I didn't dare cross State Street on foot. I drove & I didn't cross at 1st South either. I hate that intersection whether on foot or in the car. I drove around the block to get my drink & Nancy's (a coworker at the Citizen).

I worked for 2 hours today. I said it was better today than Tuesday. Of course, on Tuesday, I wouldn't have taken 2 hours either. I still have pages 1 & 3 left to do. We are holding them for a Memorial Day picture. We are also holding 2 more pages, one for a death notice, which I hope we won't have, but ... who knows? The other page is for the high school rodeo district finals which was held yesterday & today.

Mother did not feel good, but wanted to get mums for the graves today. They were $4 apiece. Which we both thought was quite dear. Mother bought a mum for us to put on Don's folks grave. Nick said he'd take us over. Mother decorated Daddy's grave & the kids, Wanda & Eldon, graves. I wanted to put whirly-gigs on my graves. I still don't know what I'm going to do for the Navajo Indian childrens graves. One tiny little flower will look funny, unless, of course, I put all my little flowers out. They are so cute, I couldn't resist them. I'm hoping Don or Don-Mike will drill holes in the bottom so I can stick wire through them & anchor them. If I put all 5 of my little bouquets on one grave, then what do I do for Uncle Merl, Lois, Daddy, Wanda & Eldon? See, there are my 5. I totally spaced the Indian children till we were out to the cemetary & their headstone is pathetically bare. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I can't shop tomorrow cuz I don't have any money. Monday, the bank will still be closed, sigh.

Along the west fence of the Preston Cemetery, a whole bunch of little Indian children are buried. Their parents couldn't afford to pay to bury them, so the babies and small children were buried along the fence line in unmarked graves. A few years ago Ken Geddes, a Franklin County Sheriff's deputy, was on patrol during a holiday weekend, can't remember what holiday now. Anyway, he had his teenage son with him & they ran into an Indian man at one of the reservoirs. Ken & the Indian man were reminiscing & the Indian man mentioned the babies & children buried along the fence line. Ken's son, can't remember his name, was intrigued & did some research. For his Eagle Scout project he placed a monument with the childrens' names on it. I've decorated it every year since.

In the 1950s & '60s farmers would drive down on the reservation in Utah & Arizona, I think, I may have the story wrong, & would bring bus loads of Indians up to work in the sugar beet, bean fields & whatever. Then in the fall, they'd take them back to the reservation.

Ok, my poor little brain is mush. I was going to post something else, just so that it would, oh so gently, remind me, sigh. I'll try to take a picture of the Indian childrens' monument.