Our house is located in the
Elverson Historic District (#25 on the
architectural inventory). A couple generations of
Mengel's lived here throughout the 18 and 1900's (scroll down).
Anyway, A few weeks ago I was getting packed for vacation the next morning, wearing sweats and a flannel... and also getting ready for an xmas party that night, so I'd had my hair put up earlier that day and was in a major rush. Someone knocked at the the door and I'm muttering to myself that they're gonna think I'm a nutcase when I answer. I open the door and two ladies greet me and apologize, because I'm gonna think they're nuts, but their father had recently died and they were just at his funeral service. Apparently one of his dying wishes was to be cremated, and to have his ashes spread in the yard of his family home, now
my family home.
So they had a little service out in the yard and spread the old guy about my forsythia and cherry trees.
