TheBanyanTree: Two Days; Two Funerals

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Thank you Dale. 

Sal
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> On 5 Sep 2021, at 11:30, dale.m.parish--- via TheBanyanTree <thebanyantree at lists.remsset.com> wrote:
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> Two Days; Two Funerals
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> FRIDAY, at Bobby's graveside service, after almost everyone had told a story
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> about the old cowboy, his horses, his grandkids, and his roping, Joe asked
> if
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> anyone else had something to say.  
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> 
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> I asked, "What's the significance of the roadrunner on the stone," referring
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> to the carved roadrunner on the headstone between Bobby's name and date of
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> birth and the name and date of birth of his wife, who preceded him some
> years.
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> 
> 
> Joe snickered.  "You know about twelve-ons and twelve-offs.  For the rest of
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> you, Mama worked them at the hospital, where they'd work a few days, a day
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> off, then a few nights, and a few nights off, then towards the end of the
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> month, they'd have eight days and nights off.  Bobby got his shift at the
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> plant to coincide with Mama's so they'd both have eight days off together.
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> They bought a Toyota Landcruiser, a cook stove, and two six foot six
> sleeping
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> bags that would zip together, and put in an ice chest and a sack of
> firewood.
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> When they had both finished their last night shift before their eight days
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> off, they'd meet at 05:30 when they got off, drive up to the lake and cook
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> breakfast over a fire and watch the sun come up.  Then, they'd do the dishes
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> and load up in the Toyota and head out.  Carlsbad, Colorado, the panhandle,
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> Arkansas, Florida, didn't matter-- they'd be gone the whole eight days
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> somewhere, running the roads and sleeping in the back of the Toyota.  When I
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> got mine, I had to buy an air mattress, but not them.  That's why the road
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> runner on their stone."
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> 
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> Joe looked at Cindy for a minute, and then said, "I'm going to tell another
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> story about Bobby.  You don't ride a stud horse in a trail ride.  You just
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> don't.  But Bobby's Morgan horse stud, he let YOU ride in the Dogwood
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> Festival Parade.  Nobody else but you and Bobby ever rode that horse-- he
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> trusted you with that horse, but nobody else.  Ever."  
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> I knew the horse-- Bobby had worked for us as ranch manager when I was a
> kid.
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> When we'd had trouble with PWRs-- Piney Wood Rooters-- wild hogs tearing up
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> the pastures, Bobby had brought that stud and his hog dogs down for a hog
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> hunt.  My horse would never allow anyone to shoot off him-- if you got on
> him
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> with a pistol or a rifle, when he heard the first click of a gun being
> cocked,
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> he started crow hopping, and if you did fire a shot, you were in for a
> rodeo.
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> Not Bobby's horse.  He had an long hex barrel 32-20 pump that I'd seen Bobby
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> stick the barrel right over that stud's head and shoot a hog, and that stud
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> never quivered-- was still for a second shot.  Enviable.
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> 
> SATURDAY
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> I don't know much about Episcopalians, and my hearing is such that I don't
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> understand much of what is said when the priests are all wearing masks, but
> I
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> stood up and sat down with the rest of them.  After the service, there
> seemed
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> to be a division to the exit-- many were escorted out down front, but it
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> seemed that was the younger contingent-- those of us younger than 80 were
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> going out front, and the older congregation members were going out the back.
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> I looked at Cindy with a quizzical look, and we decided that we'd go out
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> front.  Turns out we were going outside to some kind of outdoor vestibule
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> where the immediate family gathered, and the rest of us stood out in the
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> church yard under the live oaks for shade.  I couldn't hear what was being
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> said by the priests, but then a guy pulled out his guitar case and the
> priests
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> exited the enclosure and a lady pulled out some sheet music and encouraged
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> everyone to get in the shade and gather round.  Seems the deceased had a
> sense
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> of humor, and had requested these offspring to lead the mourners in singing
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> three specific songs.  I was surprised when I heard the first chords to "It
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> Wasn't God Who Made Honkey Tonk Angels," but when the vocalist leading us
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> broke into those words, I had to sing along.  Through all the verses.  The
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> next one was "Drop Kick Me Jesus, Through The Goal Posts Of Life," followed
> by
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> "Rock Of Ages." 
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> 
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> Then we all went upstairs to the fellowship hall for punch and cookies,
> where
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> two Airmen performed the flag ceremony, reverently unfolding and presenting
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> the colors, then just as reverently refolding the flag and presenting it to
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> the oldest son.  Brings tears to my eyes every time.  My oldest son had that
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> duty for the last six months of his enlistment, attending veteran's funerals
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> in a two hours drive radius from Fort Polk.  I had PNOKers duty when I was
> on
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> active duty-- Primary Next Of Kin notification.  I'd get a call at 05:00 in
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> the morning advising me to head out to the plant and get my orders to locate
> a
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> survivor, which would often have to be tracked down with help of the sheriff
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> or other law enforcement, to deliver the short spiel, "Maam, the Secretary
> of
> 
> Defense regrets to inform you of the death of your husband/son/grandson,
> 
> etc...." and then inform the survivor that a Survival Assistance Officer
> would
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> be contacting them for arrangements.  During the Viet Nam War, those came
> too
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> often.  
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> 
> 
> But these were the first two funerals we've been to recently that weren't
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> COVID victims.  Both had led a long and fruitful life.  The kind I'd rather
> go
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> to.  Week before last was the brother of a friend who had refused to get
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> vaccinated and died of COVID at 48.  Sad.
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> 
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> 
> --
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