Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The Bus Stop

This is the bus stop at the end of our road. The bus stops here to pick up my kids, and bring them back home at the end of the school day.

Yesterday, some men were working in the cemetery using this tractor. They had dug a hole, not sure if it's for a burial or they are fixing something but my older son had to investigate what was in the hole. I couldn't believe his boldness when he lifted the piece of wood they had covering the hole so he could see inside. When I noticed what he was doing and I quickly called out his name, I caught him off guard and he was so startled that he almost toppled into the hole himself!

I'm not sure I would have the courage to look under the wood myself!

I *think* this cemetery is called "Daleville Cemetery". Some of the earliest graves that I have seen are about 1830. 30 years before my house was built.


  1. Welcome to Botetourt! As a life-long multi-generational native I bid you hello and greetings.

  2. Falling into a grave... I think that's a standard nightmare, but not sure what it means - maybe just that mums are bad for your nervous health..?

  3. Boys don't seem to be afraid to explore anything...Funny, you freaked him...I guess he wasn't as brave as he thought...Hee, hee.

  4. Hmmm, I would've peeked too. Glad he didn't fall in!


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