There is a thread here in the past about this that I could not find. Anyway I remember posting about when I was young my Mother lifting me so that I could see my Grandmother's Sister, laying in a casket. I was at the cemetery today marking where to put a monument, and just happened to walk by where this woman was buried. She was buried in 1951, and I was born in 1947. I still remember it vividly, and exactly where it was. I was not scared or anything like that, but in sure made a lasting impression. miles
