I Know Where The Body Is Buried
So what should I do now?
#History #Graves #Childhood
There is a body buried at my childhood home. I know that because I saw the gravestone, but there is more to the story than that.
Summer, Early 1950’s
I can’t put an exact date on this. I might have been as young as four, perhaps as old as six. It’s hard to pin that down: I know that I was quite young and that we moved to this house in 1952, so it couldn’t have been before that.
If I could remember whether the old barn was still standing, I might narrow the date. My father tore that barn down sometime after we moved, but I don’t know when and I don’t remember if the barn was still standing on the day in question.
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