"Wreaths, the cemetary, snow and Gramps"
Jack Steckman managed the Locust Grove Cemetary and accommodated all aspects of gravesite services for our community in Pennsylvania. During the Christmas Season evergreen wreaths were placed on the graves of loved ones. Jack saved the left-over, fresh, evergreen branches for my mom who would construct door decorations. As noted in a previous column, the cold weather kept her displays fresh, long after Epiphany. Our grandfather put me and my brother Kevin into a cradle-box, attached to a sled, to retrieve the greenery from Steckman's. Gramps pulled us down a snow-covered Brighton Road and a tenth-of-a-mile trip, would last hours. Getting the "two-boys" out of the house gave mom a break and gave Gramps an opportunity to talk to everyone along the way. The rest of the story tomorrow.