Notes - No, it doesn't. /

         Evening, nearing dusk. You are home from a very good mini-reunion among the Cooks, Carol’s mother’s side of the family. The talk today was about the Cook and Flook sides (Carol’s  grandmother’s maiden name was Grace Josephine Flook). One of the Flook family deeds in Delaware County, Ohio was signed by President James Madison as it was federal land.

         It is interesting. Something is usually learned when digging into family genealogy and what I have learned is to keep my mouth shut and listen to peoples’ family stories and accounts. Sheryl researches meticulously for records from county seats and various state and local historical societies just as my Great Aunt Floy (Orndorff) Gray did.

         You enjoy digging up the Dead one way or another, and you asked Carol’s cousin Marilyn who it was you first dug a grave for, and fell asleep in it empty, not realizing it was a young lady from Westerville South High School who was Marilyn’s friend.

         The first person I dug a grave for was Candice “Candy” Bell. I felt bad when I heard the grave was for a girl from Westerville High School who was younger than I, and who had accidently drown in Lake Erie. Unknowingly to her, she taught me a lesson in personal philosophy that could have never come from book reading or study or lecture – experience is sometimes a not so subtle teacher.

         Something to think about when drifting off to sleep tonight. – Amorella

         I am sorry you died Candy Bell. I am sorry I unknowingly dug your grave. I am sorry I dug the grave of my seventh grade math teacher, Mr. O’Connell, too. I am sorry I prayed to God for one of us to be dead by morning so I would not have to attend your math class for almost every day of my seventh grade year. I am sorry but at the time when I fell asleep in your grave, Candy, it was because I was hot and tired and the grave was cool and quiet, no disrespect, and none to you either Mr. O’Connell. I was just a kid who could not do math and I was angry that your class (not you personally) reminded me of what I could not do for love or money every day of my seventh grade year. (I don’t really know where this came from but here it is – rolled out.)

         This is a problem when mind reading. It doesn’t help that you are sincerely sorry, does it? Amorella

         No, it doesn’t.

         Then let this be a lesson of personal reinforcement, boy. Post. - Amorella