The first great love of my life was a coal miner’s daughter from Parkersburg, I still have some of her ashes left, I should leave some there next time I pass through that way.
Is this some sort of confession?
Creepy as hell.
UnAmerican tell at the very least.
Oh, another White Nationalist 🙄
Anyhoo.... with the appearance of the internet we got back in touch 25 years later, at which time she was divorced and I was married. She was also terminally ill. The daughter she bore in her teenage years still remembered me from when she was little, in a positive light.
I drove out to Arizona for the funeral service at her invitation. Her remarkable mom had left a list of places around the world where she had wanted her ashes scattered so that friends and kin might go and visit those places. That was twelve years ago. Her daughter ended up going to friggin’ Maccu Picu, I don’et think she made it to Kilimanjaro yet.
We had originally met back in the ‘70’s in Forestry School, she went on to earn Graduate degrees doing forest research in Costa Rican Rain forest and Brazilian Cloud Forest. I lived for a year camping out around around New Mexico and then left for Africa.
For my own part I scattered some of her ashes where she had done research in Costa Rica, the first place I heard howler monkeys which sound she loved. Other ashes I scattered at her favorite overlook in Letchworth State Park in Upstate New York. Some too I scattered at a beautiful location in NM.
Still got some left, she was proud of her roots, Parkersburg seems as good a place as any.
You guys really need to get out more.
