How strange life is. When we first moved here and lived just down the street from Oakwood on East Ave. one of our favorite places to hike to was the cemetery. I suppose that sounds weird, but the kids and I would hike up that huge hill and stand on the rock wall admiring the view. To make it sound stranger yet, sometimes we'd even picnic up there. (I'm told 100 years ago that was a common occurrence on special days.) Now that is one of my children's favorite spots, as well as mine, to go to be alone and think. What a beautiful spot.
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How strange life is. When we first moved here and lived just down the street from Oakwood on East Ave. one of our favorite places to hike to was the cemetery. I suppose that sounds weird, but the kids and I would hike up that huge hill and stand on the rock wall admiring the view. To make it sound stranger yet, sometimes we'd even picnic up there. (I'm told 100 years ago that was a common occurrence on special days.) Now that is one of my children's favorite spots, as well as mine, to go to be alone and think. What a beautiful spot.
Tammy
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