As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I had the opportunity in doing a long distance errand for the uncle to accomplish a tiring journey to the plains again and visit a railroad town. Railroad towns in America numbered in the thousands as each little legal immigrant community of Europeans had to have a rail head for shipping machinery in and grain out.
While they are all dirty little clean towns, while we were waiting for an appointment, I asked TL if TL wanted to visit the cemetery. I like cemeteries in reading names and being melancholy on lives and dreams which are completed and gone.
I always look for the white stones, as they are the oldest and in this one I found one which read THANKFUL WIFE. It was a woman who arrived at around age 59 in the middle of nowhere and died as the date was 1881 AD in the year of our Lord.
I think about people like that who came from the east somewhere. They all had American dreams and hopes. This woman literally arrived as a pioneer and one of the quaint little cracker box houses along the tracks was where she probably lived, with all the other railroad employees in the middle of nothing.
A dam was built for water for the steam engines and later a hotel for travelers, but this depot had the cemetery about a mile out of town on what would be an old west trail, and I would think her husband must have grieved horribly as he put her into the sod that buffalo were treading over not a few years before.
Prairies are lonesome places to leave a loved one buried in. The wind blows. There are storms and it is either too hot or too cold, and there your loved one is buried and abandoned as you have to still do the job for the children and the food.
I wondered what she was thankful for as most would be unthankful now. She was sent to nowhere. She could have had an ailment, but as much she could have died drinking the water or got the flu as there were no trees, no insulation and winter froze you or summer cooked you.
In those years, she had survived birth around 1820. Survived the Civil War. She had seen the age of horse to the age of steam. The world had taken a leap forward like none in history. Her journey to this rail head would have been in comfort and fast, compared to an ox wagon and being eaten alive by bugs.
For some reason it was all too much for her, as it was for most people. Lots of children buried in those graves who died at birth or kid sicknesses. In those years you just died and I suppose a casket was built as that far out, you couldn't leave a body lay around. No hospital and no mortician, as this was the work of the Civil War profiteers who made these rail towns appear. The government rewarded them with so many sections of land along the rails for their profit. Warren Buffett up on North Dakota cleaned up on oil wells in buying the old Burlington Northern line, as that is what you do when Obama is your cocksucking mule screwing Americans over.
The White Nigger in America as Germanic Slavs deported from Europe to make profit for the bankers, and now they dont want these White Niggers around with their guns and intelligence, so are bringing in these tanskin Muslim and Jesuits who fuck and shit for their 30 pieces of silver. That is what is worse about the Thankful Wife is she did it right and her inheritance is being stolen by a herd of vermin.
It is what it is though, until the Mexicans start digging up the Protestant graves for the gold in their teeth as Christian America is aborted. I like walking in cemeteries as they are still peaceful. I mourn for the Thankful Wife though still almost 140 years after she passed.
Another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
Nuff Said
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