Friday, March 23, 2007

Grandparents' Graves

One afternoon my husband’s grandfather came home from work and shot his wife’s dogs. They had become too tame. He was a miner. She ran a boarding house. They were Finns living in The Keweenaw. Those were different days. He spent some time in the Marquette prison for stabbing a man in a bar, although some say he took the rap for a brother who had ministerial aspirations. The structures are all still there. The prison in Marquette, the ghost town/hunting camp in Mandan, Edna’s bar turned tourist trap called The Last Place on Earth, The Lakeview Cemetery with the grandparents’ separate, solitary graves.

6 comments:

Jennifer said...

Wow, what an interesting family. Mine's just crazy. I think I'll ask around for some info. I'll let you know what I come up with.

Charmi said...

Crazy is usually interesting. The dog story used to bother me, in my more tender days. Okay. It still bothers me, but I'm more used to it.

Are you at the any-moment-now stage? I want to see another pic!!!!

Jennifer said...

Well I think 37 weeks means we are fully grown and it could come at any time now. I'm getting prelabor contractions so we'll see. Actually I'll go take pictures of the tub right now!

Jennifer said...

Oh, and I did find some information, apparently the Nicodemus' were kicked out of some country long ago, Netherlands I don't really know, because as monks they were having sex with all the young women in the village. Then when my cousin did a family tree we found that about ten generations back, brother and sister married and had kids! Fun stuff.

Charmi said...

I'm so excited for you! You are going to have a blast. I'll look for the pics.

Charmi said...

You've got great stuff to write about! And the nice part is, the dirt has been cooling off for a few generations.