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Yesterday I attended the funeral of M@ry Ruth's aunt in Winchester. While I was there I noticed that the people around me were a lot different than the ones in Huntsville. In my memory I was taken back to my childhood upbringing in a small rural town in Alabama. The lady and her family had been well know to most of the locals and obviously held in pretty high esteem. The attendance was very large. The outpouring of support and sympathy from friends and family was touching to see. The compassion and grief of grown grandsons was also very touching to me. I saw a grown grandson stand in front of the coffin for a minute and reach out and gently touch the hand of his grandmother. The people were dressed in everything from a coat and tie to a brand new pair of bib overalls. The hearse was a mule drawn carriage using the family's own mules (per the will of the deceased). During the funeral procession to the cemetery the oncoming traffic stopped on the side of the road. I saw three employees of an oil change shop that had walked out to the street and were standing in reverence. I observed one elderly gentleman standing beside his car with hat over heart in respect. After the service we gathered at the family home for a feast of food provided by well wishers. It was in one respect a family reunion.
How far has the present society and this generation gone? Are city people too busy now to stop what they're doing to show respect for the feeling of the family of a deceased loved one?
No, we can't go back; but I've been there and I'm glad for it.
How far has the present society and this generation gone? Are city people too busy now to stop what they're doing to show respect for the feeling of the family of a deceased loved one?
No, we can't go back; but I've been there and I'm glad for it.
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