On the fourth Sunday in May each year we have a family gathering at the old family cemetery in southern Missouri about 1/4 mile from the Arkansas state border. Buried here are family members from the early eighteen hundreds. Also some thirty Cherokee Indians who walked the Trail of Tears. One being my great great grandmother, and great grandmother, and my grandma, and my father and mother, older brother, a score of aunts and uncles, and many cousins. The morning was spent decorating the graves, and after church services in the old church which was built in early 1860, we have a dinner on the old wooden tables out back of the church.
This tradition has been going on from what I have been told since about 1875.
That sounds so much like what goes on in my family, KF...we have a family cemetery on land set aside by my maternal great-grandfather. Many of my family are buried there, and every second Sunday in June, the family gathers there, decorates the graves (they're mounded up in the old-fashioned way) and, after a "dinner on the ground," there's a singing and some preaching in the old chapel that was built mainly for funerals.
This morning I find the tornado destroyed the Braum's restaurant some ten minutes after we left there. It could have been our "Doomsday" if we would stayed to have our ice cream treats. My wife thanks me ever few hours for my wanting to drive home sooner.
What an amazing story, KF...and I too am glad you decided to continue your drive! One for the archives, no doubt, old friend...and here I was worrying about your safety in the last Kansas tornadoes! I didn't know you had been dodging them in Missouri, too! Glad you and Mrs. KF made it home, enjoying those treats all the way! I'm like Mrs. KF..I LOVE a sundae with all the trimmings, especially hot fudge./