When I was in eighth grade my summer job was
Mowing a cemetery in weatherford Texas.
All the graves had curbs around the lots so push mowing was the only option, which took so long that by the time you mowed them all the others had grown back up.
One day a lemo pulls in and out gets a handsome guy who goes to a grave and looks around then comes to me, taps me on the shoulder and asks me to mow and weedeat his mothers plot real fast. I push the mower over to the grave and mow Mary Martins plot real fast. Had no idea who she was.
He tried to give me 20 and I declined and went back to work. At break my supervisor told me who he was and that he came often.
‘________mowing a cemetery_____’
That’s some honest work for a kid’s summer job!
I realize many want to be placed near ‘home’ upon death, but was surprised to hear Mary Martin is resting so far from the ‘limelight,’ say, of a Forest Lawn, or some such, where the public could more easily pay their respects . . .
Guess one can visit while passing thru Weatherford.