My parents are buried in a community cemetery. It’s so pretty. So peaceful. My husband and I will be buried there. I hope that’s not for a while.
At one time, the Mendota Cemetery had enough money gaining interest to pay for the upkeep, but that was when interest rates were 12% and gas for the mowing was 60 cents per gallon. Now, we have to do fundraising. We are quite a little fundraising machine. There’s bingo. We have afghans with screen printed pictures of our rural scenes. We have cookbooks. Did I tell you that we never charge any community member for burial there? Part of the tradition of rural life is pulling together during hard times, and death is a hard time.
We’re raffling off a quilt this year as part of our fundraising. We’re having a benefit, too, but I’ll write about that later.
The quilt is a compilation of 30 women, but there were really only a few that did most of the work. I was not one of the few, but I did sew six or seven strips together, so I can claim my piece of the quilt’s history. It’s called “Common Ground”…or maybe “Uncommon Ground”? See, I don’t even know but I’m still taking credit for part of the quilt!
As the quilt neared completion, we wondered if we could sell 500 tickets. Margie called me. I called Nancy. Nancy called Margie. Margie called Lisa. Lisa called Chris. Chris called Linda. Maybe not all in that order, but you get the picture. We could not decide.
I ordered big. I recalled my neighbor Jennifer saying “we serve a big God…think big!” She was talking about another subject, but I recalled her statement when ordering the raffle tickets, so I ordered not 500 — but 1,000!!! Guess what? Tonight I ordered another 1,000 tickets!
We will have to do a quilt every year following this success. Maybe I can do more than six strips!!
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Eva
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