tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post113837401203902761..comments2023-10-22T08:44:53.471-05:00Comments on A Whiff of Smiff: ObituariesSharon Colliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15715688883890196464noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11442941.post-1138382897573805742006-01-27T11:28:00.000-06:002006-01-27T11:28:00.000-06:00Ok the weirdness continues. One of my strongest me...Ok the weirdness continues. One of my strongest memories from growing up is that whenever I spent the night with my grandparents they would listen to the obituaries on the local radio station every morning during breakfast. There would be comments, discussion or phone calls depending upon how well they knew someone that was listed. It seemed perfectly normal to me and again was a kind of "keeping up" like you said. Funerals in my family have always been a social event and community gathering. This was a strange and tough adjustment for my husband who had never attended a funeral in his life before our marriage. I admit I still glance through the obits just in case I recognize somebody.<BR/><BR/>Of course, our community still has a cemetary cleaning day and fundraising picnic for maintainence and upkeep on the 2nd Saturday in August just like the last 200 years.saraclarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12626146324187269115noreply@blogger.com