Friday, March 21, 2008

Life in a small New England town, Chapter 2

A story told at last night's Maundy Thursday church supper...

A previous pastor conducted the funeral service for an elderly woman. In his eulogy of this woman, a town resident of 90 years, he mentioned that she had arrived in town at the age of six months, when her parents moved here. She lived her entire life in this small town.

After the service, the minister overheard two elderly local women talking about the service. One said to the other, "I didn't know Margaret was from 'away'."

In New England, you need at least two generations in the local cemetery before you are considered "local".

3 comments:

nutmeg said...

I so enjoy getting this glimpse into your (and Nora's) life! Thanks.

Oh, The Joys said...

Wow! I thought the south was old style!

Anonymous said...

ha ha ha ha HA

crazy humans-- so true.

~bluepoppy