UPDATE……..Can’t see the forest for the trees.

On December 11, 2016 I posted a story about a baby grave from the 1800’s that I had walked by dozens of times in the last 17 years.

Today the weather was a beautiful 70 degrees so I went to honor baby Paul with a memorial cross.

Holidays and 💔Healing 🎅🏼🎂🎃☘️🎄⛄️🥂🍾🎉🎊💌🎁

Now that the New Year is here we can all reflect on the year past. For some of us that year was riddled with the pain of losing someone in our lives that we loved. That loss created an enourmous hole in the year that can’t be repaired. The first year after a loss every holiday is a painful reminder of that loss.

My personal experience is just one example of holidays and grief. My oldest brother died a few weeks before Christmas of 1980, my middle brother died on my birthday in 2004, my youngest brother on New Years Eve of 1999, and my stepfather on my wedding anniversary of 1994. There have been other losses ( mother, grandmother, father ) which had nothing to do with any particular holiday but there wasn’t a “holiday reminder” of their date of death. In other words the date they died would go by each year and I would forget the actual date of over time. When you lose someone you love on a holiday or date of celebration it changes that holiday or celebration date forever.


At first I actually thought the holiday date was about me and what I had lost. I now see that that was such a ridiculous, self centered way of thinking. I made of choice of celebrating their lives on the holiday or celebration date they died. I couldn’t change what had happened, and I couldn’t change the date of my birthday, Christmas, New Years, or my anniversary but I could change how I celebrated their memory on those days. I could be grateful for every holiday spent with them and I could be grateful for the opportunity to keep them alive in my heart on those days, and grateful for my own life.
I couldn’t change dates but I could make a choice as to how I honored my love and memory of their lives. Maybe that is why although I have never been a huge fan of New Years Eve but a loyal fan of a New Year. A new year to begin again with memories of their lives not their deaths. A grateful heart for having them as part of my life story.

Crosses are a family thing

I’m very proud of my son. In what most would consider a very short time he has managed to teach himself the craft of woodworking. Like any craft, the passion must come from within and his certainly does.

He designs tables, keepsakes boxes, frames, mirrors, and my favorite home decor – crosses. He sells on Etsy and Scotts Marketplace under the appropriate name of 

Hardwoodsbylevi



Holiday Memorial Crosses

Just a few of my 2016 Holiday Crosses. I’ve sold several dozen since posting the first one in October. I will continue to create and post new crosses through Christmas.

The crosses with the plaques attached to the front can be personalized with a name at no additional charge.

Humor in life and death?


Everyone has beliefs about death and the life ever after. I believe that a death should be a celebration of one’s life. My “middle brother” died a horrible death from alcoholism, cirosis of the liver, and throat cancer. I made sure his funeral was to celebrate the 45 years he was here on this earth as a son, brother, and yes to some, a drinking buddy.

His life was important and his presence on this earth touched others in many ways, some good, some bad. I celebrated every year of his life with 45 white balloons launched by everyone at his gravesite service to symbolize the years he lived. I spoke and told a few funny stories because humor can relieve the stress that grief creates. 

There are always funerals that no humor can be found, a death of a young person, child, or infant. That is pain that can only be relieved in tears. When my oldest brother passed in a freak accident at the age of 24 there were no funny stories as it was Christmas time and shock was the only emotion we could manage. 

My youngest brother drank himself to death at 37 years old and again I told some stories at his gravesite, some funny, some stupid, some that included mourners in attendance. 

I don’t find death funny in any form but life sure is. I am all too aware that I am but a human life in a story created by my time on this earth. I want my life to have meaning but above all else I want some humor at my death. Maybe a funny story or two ( nothing too embarrassing I hope ) and a celebration of my life, yes that sounds good to me.

October: a Month with 458,000.00 facts

I already knew I was going to make a post in reference to the month of October. In doing research on October I learned a few bits of unknown-to-me information. Now if you were born in October some of the following is nothing new.

Libra and Scorpio are the zodiac signs in October

Tourmaline and Opal are the birthstones for October.

I had no idea October has two birthstones. I remember as a young girl wishing my birthday was in October so I could have the “pretty pink” birthstone.

Marigold is the October flower

Halloween is one of two holidays in October

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The other one is Columbus Day.

The actual date is October 12th but the federal government made this a Monday holiday. If you find yourself at the bank wondering why they haven’t opened, it’s probably Columbus Day.

All of this information about October is probably ( unless your born in October ) not interesting or useful.

There is some information I would like you to remember about October.

  • October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month
  • Pink is the color of the breast cancer ribbon
  • Testing and treatment for breast cancer has improved over the last 50 years
  • There is no cure -yet
  • 458,000.00 people die each year from breast cancer worldwide.

Sorry Columbus, but this month is for the pink fighters, pink supporters, and pink survivors.

October Memorial Cross

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Just Start [and get over your need for a perfect plan]

A little real talk real quick: Today is Friday. I shuffled around in zombie-like fashion for the first two hours of my morning. The week was full. The remnants of summer’s days – long a…

Source: Just Start [and get over your need for a perfect plan]

The History Keeper

We all like to share stories from our youth with people that we love. It is out of love that we share and save our own history, and admit it, we like to think we live on in those stories.

But would you be willing to save someone else’s story so it could be told? Would you show that story respect and honor? Would you be willing to do that for someone who lived more than a century before you?

I shared in a post a few months back about history is not always online or in books. What we must remember as we go forever forward with digital history is that the information in a book or on a website was once neither. It takes an individual or a group of individuals to record our history into books or onto a website.  This is about one such individual.

The history keeper is what I will call him for the sake of this story. The history keeper crossed my path when he ask if he could order some plain white crosses. Now selling plain crosses is something I don’t normally do. I completed his order and didn’t give it another thought. When he reached out and wanted to order more plain white crosses  I immediately thought “why”? .”what does he do with them”? When I pressed for an answer he shared his story with me.

His property is located in Smalltown USA. On his property was a cemetery that had all but disappeared.  How does an entire cemetery disappear?

It could be….. previous owners thought that the cemetery was a waste of land and used it       for pasture.

It could be …….previous owners did not want the responsibility of a cemetery.

It could be …….previous owners did not want their property ruined by curiosity seekers or teens looking to have a perfect Halloween party.

When the history keeper found one , and only one, of the original headstones from the  cemetery he too made a choice about the property. He placed the headstone back onto the cemetery site.

Susan J died April 10, 1877 aged 2 days
Ann M Pringle wife of R Pringle died April 8, 1877 aged 28 years

This is not where the story ends .

After placing the marker back on the cemetery site he groomed the entire area, planted trees, and purchased plain white crosses to put in the ground with each indentation he discovered.  As this restoration continued he bought more crosses for six more indentations discovered in the earth.
The history keeper has no idea who Ann Pringle was, why she and her baby were buried there. He does not know the names of the others buried there. What he does know is  taking a moment in time to preserve history is important. It is also the reason that somewhere in the future ,on a website , or in  written word, this story will be told.

Somebody has to do it, right?

Humans are an interesting species. We like to be liked. We have a tendency to ignore the unsightly and admire the beautiful things of the world.  We are always quick to judge.

( even those of us who think we don’t ).

Even our heroes, champions, and leaders have to be people that make us feel better with our admiration of them.

We have our underdogs who ignore the doubtful thoughts and words of others and manage to overcome obsticles and obtain unimaginable goals.

Finally, there is the Somebody has to do it I’m just glad it’s not me. The man in the article attached is that Somebody. These are the people who keep the world balanced.

I am grateful for this one Somebody  that keeps the balance slightly tipped on the good side of the human race. Take a minute and read the article I have attached to this post.

The Man Who Buries Everyone – MEL Magazine

Fall Memorials

I have posted my remaining Fall Memorial Crosses on Etsy, Scotts Marketplace, and Zibbet for $18.00 each with FREE SHIPPING.

A celebration of Alfonso’s life

I am passionate about my cross creations because I know that time spent quietly at a loved ones grave can be very private and special. Sometimes a person just wants to recall a memory, or have a conversation that never was spoke, or just a moment to show respect for the life that was part of yours.

I understand that this form of grieving, remembering, or paying tribute is often frowned upon by others. I also understand that it is not what everyone needs and  would never ask anyone why they don’t visit a gravesite, just as I think it is unkind to question or belittle those that choose to.


I did not know Alfonso. What I can tell you when I was ask to add his name to this memorial cross is this…

Alfonso is the name he was given when he entered this world

He was loved

His birthday is the same every year……. His mother was the one he shared that first birthday with

His mother enjoys celebrating his life as any mother would on a child’s birthday

A celebration of a life , that is all that should matter. 

Thank you Alfonso’s Mom for reminding me how much I love what I do!

Hot Deals &Cool Weather

I have SALE crosses on my Zibbet and Etsy sites  as well as NEW Autumn crosses.

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Under Construction……

I’m in the process of updating all of the photos on my E-commerce sites – 

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I’m changing photos because I want my customers to see my crosses in natural light without any editing. It is so important when selling online that your customers SEE exactly what they are buying, it makes for happy customers and repeat business.

New memorial crosses posted to my Etsy site

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History / not in books or online….

When I was in school many many years ago history was a class that always seemed to require the heaviest books. History class was OK  but it wasn’t my favorite. Maybe the reason school aged children aren’t interested in history is because they have no real history of their own. Learning about of bunch of people and places that you have never known or heard of can be somewhat abstract to the young wandering mind.  ( the heavy book thing doesn’t help either ) I have always been a visual learner and to be honest I learned more from watching TV about history than a book when I was a teen. Television may not have been the most accurate at times but at least I could see what a settler may have eaten, lived in, dressed like, well you get the picture. I loved television history series like North & South, Roots, and Bonanza ( yes Bonanza. I had a crush on Hoss)
The Internet provides endless amounts of historical information. Some information is accurate, some isn’t, and some comes at a price or membership. Cemeteries also provide historical information. You can find generations of families names and ages, what branch of military a person served in, what war they fought in, what illness they passed from, and how their families felt at their passing. Cemeteries are quiet, always open and you can set your pace for what you learn. You can even take the time to share history with others by contributing information found on FindAGrave.com. This free website has information about graves from one month ago to hundreds of years past. What can I say, history and cemeteries have become passion!

Angel in the sky?

 

 

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This photo is one that was given to me by one of my daughter’s friends. The photo was taken the day after the home and land that his family owned in southwestern Kansas burned to the ground. Thankfully the land and buildings were the only loss and everyone survived the blaze that burned for hours.

The photo was taken with a simple camera, no special lens, no added effects, no touch ups. Is the figure in the sky just a rement of the fire that burned and lingered or is it an angel watching over a family? Do we see what we want or need to comfort ourselves? Is that not what faith is, just believing?

 

 

 

Father’s Day Memorials

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Most recognized symbol in the world…….

Crosses are my business and also my passion as I create each one to be unique just as the person being memorialized is.
One night as I was working on a new cross I thought ” I bet the cross is the most recognized symbol in the world”
So I quickly took to Google to show myself how right I was. First let me say that humility is something that should be embraced when presented and appreciated until one leaves this earth. I often forget that I live in one small portion of this world and that there are many faiths, belief systems and customs in the world besides that of a Catholic American like myself.

  • The cross may be a symbol recognized by many but so is the Star of David.
  • The American Red Cross or that symbol used in war to mark the medical areas and are places where care and comfort are given may be the most recognized “cross” of all.
  • The peace sign and the Olympic Rings both made the top 10 most recognized symbol. I found that comforting in my mind. 
  • The skull and crossbones were one from my childhood that were on many items in the bathroom and the kitchen. I was told to stay away from that symbol.

I also found that there were multiple combinations of symbols and logos mixed. The Golden Arches and the apple with a bite missing are very recognized logos but are they symbols? Not in my opinion but your viewpoint might be different. 

  • Symbols come in different languages……
  • As well as different areas of study.

The cross may not be the most recognized symbol in the world which is not a big revelation, but what was most disturbing and revealing about symbols was that a symbol of hate was also in the top ten. I refuse to put a picture of the symbol on my blog. The symbol is a distorted red mark that one man used to lead others to kill millions of people for no other reason than hate for their difference to him.
As I said in the beginning, humility should be embraced and we should learn from our narrow thinking in all human relationships.

One amazing woman creates history….

Arizona woman’s effort to identify 542 in pauper’s grave in Indian cemeteryFelicia Fonseca, Associated Press 11:06 a.m. MST November 30, 2015

Kim Mangum

(Photo: Felicia Fonseca/AP)

FLAGSTAFF — An Arizona woman has completed a painstaking project to identify people buried in a once-neglected pauper’s grave made up primarily of Navajo children who died of tuberculosis and other illnesses decades ago.

Gail Sadler spent about 1,200 hours going through thousands of death certificates from 1932 to 1962 to create an index. She found that 542 people were laid to rest at the Winslow Indian Cemetery, once tied to a tuberculosis sanatorium a half-mile away. The overwhelming majority were Navajo and under the age of 3.

“So many people I talked to didn’t know they had brothers or sisters buried there that were born before they were,” she said. “Just to have the information makes them feel they honored the memory better, or at least to know it was real.”

Sadler’s next goal is to secure enough money for a granite memorial plaque bearing the cemetery’s name. A separate metal sign will have a brief history of the cemetery and a code that can be scanned to see the names of the dead, their ages, the names of their parents and hometowns.

The barren cemetery sits just off Interstate 40 and long had been used as a dumping ground or a place for local teenagers to hang out on Halloween. Hardly anyone in the small city of Winslow knew its history.

Sadler’s interest came in 2008 after being appointed to the Winslow Historic Preservation Commission. She crawled through an old barbed wire fence and saw the ground littered with liquor bottles, roofing shingles and a washing machine. Broken wooden crosses and the few grave markers that were left didn’t provide much insight.

In the years since, the commission organized cleanups of the cemetery, raised money for a simple black iron fence and put up a double cross that is a symbol of the fight against tuberculosis.

The city chipped in financially. Navajo County pledged $1,000 for the metal sign.

Navajo County Supervisor Jesse Thompson, who is Navajo and lived in Winslow as a child, said the index is a good way to show relatives of those buried there that their loved ones have been taken care of and shown respect.

“This is a project that needs to happen, and it does impact a lot of people,” he said.

Still, Sadler doesn’t expect many visitors. Navajo and Hopi tradition teaches that burial sites should be avoided.

Sadler herself was warned to avoid the pursuit of the dead or risk inviting evil spirits. But the soft-spoken child welfare worker says she was moved by a “sweet spirit” to continue her work.

Sadler recently approached the Navajo Nation for the $10,000 needed for a 5-by-8 granite memorial and said she got a welcome reception. She took several copies of the index with her, sparking interest from people who were able to identify people they knew.

“It really hit home quickly how small a world it is,” she said.

Sadler has spent nights and weekends scouring death certificates, sometimes obsessing over the index. The most recent reference she found to the Indian cemetery was in 1961 with the burial of a Navajo girl who was stillborn. Until 1960, American Indians weren’t allowed to be buried in the nearby Desert View Cemetery, she said.

While the index is complete and posted on the Historic Preservation Commission’s website, Sadler’s interest isn’t completely quelled. She plans to continue working on the project “to make sure there are no anomalies” with the names.

Pink is the color for October 

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  This cross in pink is in memory to a life lost to breast cancer.