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To: Gauguin who wrote (51291)	5/26/2000 4:45:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<< We cleaned the cemetery yesterday. >> That's been going on around here for several years. Old cemeteries that are overgrown and the stones toppled. I guess when a village or country church dies no one is left to care for the plots. Makes for a nice project. I talked to a guy who's in the headstone business and lost cemeteries are his hobby. He's found 27 in this area, radius 30-40 miles, that no one knows are there. He goes by old plat maps and patterns of settled ground. One is 1/3 mile from my house. It would be tough to locate now as around 1980 they laid I74 over top of it.

To: Gauguin who wrote (51291)	5/26/2000 9:56:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I think I'd like to move there. Could you give some examples of things you said and did that the kids liked especially, or found especially interesting or surprising? And of some of the questions you asked them?

To: Gauguin who wrote (51291)	5/27/2000 1:18:00 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Wind in the trees is the only sound beside their appealing voices. This is good. A good observation, a good way of looking at things. This time of year, here, the trees are in full leaf, and the leaves are still green, and flexible. You know what I mean, not so long ago the leaves were the size of mouse ears. And it won't be long until the leaves are stiff, not yet brittle, but brittleness will come when the color changes. So we are in the middle, the sweet middle, the verdant middle, between mouse ears and brittleness. And so are the children. I went to orientation for Nick's middle school. One teacher said, we love the 7th graders, they are still so sweet. But once they turn into eighth graders, we don't love them as much. They are turning into high schoolers, and we are glad to see them go. I know what she means, although of course from my perspective, Ben (9th grade) is still sweet. But still - he is sulking because we won't let him play computer games until school is out - he had a D in World Geography on his interim. He gets very fierce when deprived of his computer games. I remind him of how he often says that he needs a life, other than computer games, but he just growls.