I was visiting Mama's grave to place a new flower arrangement on it and took a few pictures of my church with my cell phone. This is on the western side of the 140 year old building. Every time I go to church I go check on her grave. Its such a peaceful, beautiful spot.
|Love this picture with the sun's (Son's?) rays glowing behind the tree.|
The church building is in the shape of a cross. You can see a large bell in the steeple if you look closely. It has to be rung by pulling a long rope. It takes a strong man or 2 or 3 boys to make it ring. One of Mama's wishes was that the bell be rung when she was being carried from the church to her final resting spot. An older man was in charge of ringing the bell. It was a close call, but he was able to get a few "DONG, DONGS" out of the bell. Probably needed two "older" men! How she would have loved seeing six of her handsome grandsons and great grandsons, all dressed in dark suits, carrying her to be laid beside her dear Mama and Papa, as the bell was being rung!
|Purple for Mama, Sunflowers for me.|
Next to the farmhouse, this place feels most like home to me. Many Saints and Angels have walked these grounds.