Sunday before Halloween found me at one of my favorite hiking haunts, Bellefontaine Cemetery. I wasn't sure if I'd feel sad, now having two close family members interred at other cemeteries during the past year, but I really wasn't. Maybe a little, remembering that I'd often call Mom on a Saturday morning while I was strolling these grounds. . but I still found the walk stimulating and enjoyable. In fact, I even found some headstones I hadn't noticed before. . .And as I write this, I recollect that when I got out of my car, I noticed a headstone to the left of the main drive that read Pattee, one that had never registered with me prior to this visit. There was a group taking a tour, young kids and all. I gave Phyllis a call near the end of the walk. Then Paul broke in, wanting to meet for dinner somewhere, which ended up being Gringo in the West End.
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| St. Louis Firefighters Memorial I'd never consciously noticed |
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| Klled in action? I don't remember the headlines. In any case, he was born the same year I was. . . |
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| Took this because of the tree colors, but noticed afterwards the tomb of Irma Rombauer in the background, author of The Joy of Cooking |
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