Grave walkers die…or worse

first_img You Might Like A dirty torture game The Democrats can’t have it both ways on torture. Neither can the Republicans. So let’s get it all out on… read more By Jaine Treadwell Grave walkers die…or worse Early that morning, Mugi said she wanted to go to the graveyard “over around home.” It was Decoration Day and folks would be coming to clean up the graveyard and put flowers on all the graves.She let me help pick flowers in Aunt Eleanor’s yard but there weren’t many. So, on the way to the graveyard — if I remember right, somewhere around Texasville or Bakerhill – we stopped along the road and picked wildflowers and roses that were climbing the fences.I loved picking flowers and the roses reminded me of Barbrie Allen – that song about hardhearted Barbrie Allen and Sweet William and how they died and a rose grew out of her grave and briars out of his. They wrapped around in a true-lovers knot. That’s how come roses have thorns. That’s what Mugi said.“Sing ‘Barbrie Allen,’” I begged Mugi and she did. We were having a good time. Plans underway for historic Pike County celebration Print Article Pike County Sheriff’s Office offering community child ID kits At the graveyard, there were a lot of men and women and just a few children.“Don’t be playing now. We’re here to work,” Mugi said.I picked up little rocks that were scattered along the road by the cemetery and put them in the bucket. As soon as anybody put flowers and water in a vase, I dropped in a few rocks for weight. That was fun until I stepped up on the grave and got yelled at.“If you step on a grave you’ll die or have your head cut off,” one of my ugly little boy cousins said. “Sometimes, evil spirits will come out of the grave and get in your pockets. They’ll come out at night when you’re in bed and take you back to the grave with them. But, if you’ll turn your pockets inside out, the evil sprits will fall out.“Will not,” I said with my eyes as big as saucers.“Just wait and see.”Our picnic lunch would usually have been my favorite part of Decoration Day, but I couldn’t eat. All I could think about was standing on that grave and evil spirits and dying.Aunt Eleanor asked me what was wrong and I said I had a “stumma-cake.”Why are your pockets inside out?” she said, as she looked me over good.“I don’t know.”Well, she must have known. She told me a story about a little girl that walked on a grave. That little girl didn’t know any better. But it was not nice to stand on a grave. Why, you might be standing on somebody’s head or walking over their body.“What if somebody walked on Jip’s grave? How would you feel.”I’d be mad. Jip was the best dog in the world. My hard-of-hearing granddaddy ran over him on the pickup truck, and I fell down on the ground and kicked the air and cried. I’d be real mad.So, I went over to the grave I had walked on and brushed it off real good and whispered to the spirits that I was sorry. I felt better and went back and ate two drumsticks and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.On the way home from Decoration Day, Mugi started singing “Barbrie Allen.”“Shhhh, Mug. Don’t sing about graves. Shhhh.” Email the author Published 10:15 pm Saturday, May 23, 2009 Latest Stories My granny’s word stung like a bee and hurt a whole lot more.“Get yourself offa there! You know better than to walk on a grave! What’s got into you!”I jumped off the grave slab and ran as hard as I could to the back of the graveyard. Partly because Mugi was coming toward me with a yard broom but mainly because tears were stinging my eyes. I wished that I had stayed home with Mama. She would have come to Decoration Day except we were going to have a picnic, and she didn’t want to eat outside where flies were swarming and ants were crawling. If I could have crawled down in one of those holes in the ant bed, I would have — Mugi hollering at me with all those folks … and Uncle John … around.I busied myself picking up rocks and putting them in my bucket.I felt sad and ashamed of what I had done. Nobody had told me not to walk on a grave. I’d just stepped up there to put rocks in the jar of flowers so it wouldn’t get blown over. That was my job – picking up rocks and putting them in the vases and Mason jars of flowers that decorated the graves. Book Nook to reopen Troy falls to No. 13 Clemson Sponsored Content By The Penny Hoarder Penny Hoarder Issues “Urgent” Alert: 6 Companies Are… Around the WebMd: Do This Immediately if You Have Acid Reflux (Watch Now)Healthy LifestyleIf You Have Ringing Ears Do This Immediately (Ends Tinnitus)Healthier LivingHave an Enlarged Prostate? 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