When my grandfather, Papa, lost his leg when I was five, my before mentioned mother and I went up to the hospital and got his leg and buried it in the family cemetery..All of my aunts and cousins were there. But, we never thought of this! Do ya'll want to hear the whole story???
Ruth Coker Burks learned early in life the true value of a cemetery...and "EVERYTHING" that is buried there. At ten years of age, Ruth's grandmother died in an automobile accident..The trauma of the accident dulled compared to the family fight that ensued...Ruth's eccentric mother bought 262 grave spaces in the family cemetery. ALL of the remaining spaces so that her mother's own brother, Uncle Fred, and his family could not be buried with the rest of the family..Ruth's mother then put up her marker that read in part, "Woe be unto you hypocrites, Pharisees and scribes" paraphrased from Matthew 23..to suit her needs..Throughout the next decade all Ruth heard from both her mother, and the family was about the cemetery and "that marker" Ruth has since donated the cemetery as a final resting place for over forty AIDS patients whose families had abandoned them in their greatest time of need. Ruth struggles with dyslexia which keeps everything interesting.. Punctuation is an issue, so please forgive. eecummingsisherhero All works, stories and photographs are copyrighted. Last2cu is the TM of Ruth Coker Burks. Copyright 2004-2013 by Ruth Coker Burks. All rights reserved.