Maybe Grant isn't buried in Grant's Tomb
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April 15, 2010
Good news. Not! 11 PM came and went and no phone call from the front desk. Margo went to bed before then, but I waited until about 11:30 before I gave up. I slept pretty well for about 6 ½ hours, and then woke up. My first thought was “I wonder where my bag is?” I was too groggy to add the now obligatory swear words. But, I knew that I couldn’t go back to sleep unless I at least checked the internet to see what my “Bag Status” was. It was quite the revelation to find out that this particular malady occurs often enough that there is not only a portion of the American web site dedicated to this, but there is an internal system that links all of the airlines lost baggage claims together.
Margo was awake and I filled her in. She was even more thrilled then I was. We quickly decided that we should get something to eat and then go to Wal-Mart for bathroom stuff and some cloths for the day. So that’s what we did.
Margo and I had warned Uncle Tom and Aunt Ellen that we would likely not be over bright and early. Having to chase down some cloths and supplies just made it worse. We ended up arriving about 10:30 AM. Aunt Ellen looked a little better, but she was still awful quiet for the next few hours. It was mostly Uncle Tom and I doing the talking. We covered a lot of topics, conituning with catching up on all the various family members, the unseasonably warm weather, and most of the problems in the world.
Uncle Tom had cooked up a ham, and invited us to have lunch with him and Aunt Ellen.
After lunch, Margo and I decided that this was the ideal time to run to
The guy that helped us, Gerald Bryant (he gave us his card) pointed us towards the right section for Aunt Vivian and Grandma. These were the two graves I had visited before. Uncle Tom had told me that Aunt Ann was buried very near them. With that in mind, I expected Gerald to give us a nearby location for the grave as well. He ended up sending us to a mausoleum. I wondered about that. If Uncle Tom could drive deep in the hills of Carter County, KY, on roads just wide enough for two small cars to pass, through dirt roads, and up to the top of hills to find the grave of my grandfather, he ought to know where in the very town he lived his favorite sister-in-law was buried.
It took us about five minutes to drive to the section and find my grandmother’s grave. Right beside it was Aunt Vivian. And right below it was my Aunt Ann. Uncle Tom was right and the cemetery records were wrong. We drove around to the other side of the cemetery to check the masoluem, to see if she had two markers. She didn’t. The vault that was supposed to contain her remains was unmarked. But, I was definitely going back to the office to point out this discrepancy to Gerald.
We arrived, he looked puzzled as we approached. We had been gone only about 10 minutes, surely not enough time to have given up looking for the graves already. Why else would we be coming back? Well, I told him why else. He was plenty curious as to why the records showed one thing, and the markers another. He came back with a file and told us that she had originally been placed in the mausoleum, and then moved to the marked grave. He confessed that someone had been buried in those ground graves when she had died. He didn’t have any other details, and after a sales pitch for pre-arranging our own funerals (back home), we were on our way.
When we got back to Uncle Tom’s and he told us that Uncle Bill had just left. Bill is Aunt Ann’s widower. I always enjoy talking with him as well. He is articulate and very smart. Plus, just like Uncle Tom, he’s been around a few years and has plenty of stories and life experiences to relate. Tom got on the phone and called him, and Bill came back in just a few minutes. We spent the next hour or so catching up on his side of the family. He is very proud of his grandson, Robbie. Robbie is going to graduate from college before his 21st birthday, and is talking about going to law school. Bill had a little bit more to tell us about why Aunt Ann was in the mausoleum. Bill and Ann had bought the plot, where she now rests, and which is right by her mother and sister. However, when Ann passed and it was time for her burial, it was quickly noticed that the cemetery had buried someone else in their plot! I got the impression that this happens a bit more often than a person would think. Uncle Bill said this wouldn’t have been a big deal to him, but it was very important to Aunt Ann to be buried by her mother. So, until the interloper could be exhumed and relocated, Aunt Ann was put in this masoluem. It took them a year to get all of this straightened out. We visited for about an hour, but all to quick, Bill had to leave.
We visited with Uncle Tom and Aunt Ellen for a couple of more hours, and then Ginger and Elizabeth pulled up in the drive way. Ginger is Tommy’s wife and
Margo got an automated phone call from American Airlines alerting us that our bag was to be in
Tommy showed up shortly after this. Glancing at the clock it was just past 7 PM, meaning he had put in better than 11 hours again. He must be dedicated or crazy. Sounds like an even money bet. So we had cake and coffee. Ginger made made me up a cup of some flavored coffee based drink, that did not taste like coffee, so I was happy.
We visited with everyone until about 9 PM. Then I figured that was long enough. I think we tired Aunt Ellen out pretty well yesterday, and today she was starting to nod off. We said our good byes and promised to be back in the morning before we left town. Exactly when, would depend on when our damn bag showed up. Hopefully, it would be waiting for us at the hotel, as
Once we got into the car, we both decided we were hungry. We had eaten a late dinner at the Bob Evans near our hotel, yesterday. That sounded good to both of us again, so off we went. We asked to be seated in the section of the waiter who had served us yesterday, Andre. He did a good job, especially as we had come in at 9:35, just 25 minutes before they quit serving for the day. We were the only ones in the place, and we felt a little funny about it. Today we were a little earlier.
We had a pleasant dinner and went back to the hotel with high hopes. They were dashed as soon as we got to the front desk. We asked the lady running the desk, to call us no matter what time the bag showed up, even 2 AM, the supposed latest it would be delivered. We went to our room, and I blogged for a little while and then we both went to bed. Hopefully, the phone would ring soon!