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I wanted to write about the weather last week, but then branding time came up.  This week, all week, I’ve been writing a weather related blog post in my head.   That got completely blown out this afternoon.

I had to go to the Big Town this afternoon for the fifth time this week.  Ugh!  I hate that place, especially now that it’s road construction season.  But, it was too cool and windy to be really motivated to do anything here at home and I didn’t have any work lined up, so I figured going to town wasn’t SO bad.  I needed chicken feed anyway.

So, I’m herding little Tin Lizzy up the four lane as fast as she’ll go, which with a head wind is about 62 mph.  Speed limit is 70 mind you.

Suddenly, over a hill pops a highway patrol car with all his lights flashing, and behind him, a county sheriff’s car with all lights flashing.  I thought, oh boy, what’s happened? Accident?  Then I saw the hearse, and then the funeral procession.

I got to wondering, do they have funeral processions in the city?  Is it even possible in traffic?  What about when a dignitary dies?  You all will have to tell me what goes on in your neck of the woods.

Former Senator James Abdnor passed away this week.  I remember when he was in office, but it certainly wasn’t when I was old enough to vote.  The thing is, he was a home town boy so to speak.  He was born and raised in the county in which I live, and buried here too. As I was told at coffee his dad was a store keeper and a “good man“.  His funeral was in the Big Town today with internment in the family plot at a local cemetery, thus the funeral procession, fifty three miles down the highway.  Apparently, prayer services were held last night in the City at the other end of the state.

I started remembering funeral procession I’ve been in thru the years.  My grandmother’s; my cousin, my brother and I in my mom’s brand new car, second in line behind the hearse as we drive the two miles of gravel road from teh Lutheran church to the cemetery in the rain.  And none of us knew how to operate the wipers in mom’s new car.  We laughed so we wouldn’t cry.

Uncle Herb’s was two miles down the black top to the cemetery.  What is it with Lutheran churches being two miles from the graveyard?  

I remember the funeral procession of an 18 yr old young man.  The funeral was held in the school gym and the burial in the cemetery in his hometown 10 miles away.  I remember our brown Lincoln Town Car following the rust colored Lincoln Continental of the young man’s step father’s sister.  As we topped a hill going down the little rough two lane “farm to market” highway I looked behind us and saw cars stetching away for three miles, and ahead of us another three miles.  We stood in the cold November wind at the cemetery till all arrived.  

Do we have these sort of processions merely because we have room for them?  Or do we have them because we are still so connected to our hometowns, that no matter where the funeral, we‘re still buried in the hometown?

Same thing with wedding chases, although I haven’t been involved in a good wedding chase in many years. Do we have them simply because we can?  Because we have the room?  The groomsmen steal the bride and the chase is on.  I remember one chase in particular that had a dozen of us screaming down I-90 doing 110 mph.  I remember my own wedding chase (first marriage), the town cop had been my bus driver in high school, he shook his finger at all of us as we went speeding past, but that was all.  After all, how much trouble could we get into?  My hometown only has three streets.

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      Nathalie Girard wrote May 19, 2012
    • I vaguely remember being in a funeral procession when I was a kid. Lately though all people I know who died were cremated, so no procession involved. In Canada you cannot burry the dead during winter (can’t dig the frozen ground); What do they do with the bodies until spring?? I have no clue.

      When my husband’s Grandad died in France 2 years ago, we had a procession from the church to the cemetary.I think it is a custom here too.

      As for a wedding chase, I never heard of those before! Is it an American thing or a local thing? I laughed out loud when you explained that your hometown has three streets. Must be quite a chase!!! LOL

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      Tuliplady wrote May 20, 2012
    • I’m not sure, I think the wedding chase bit might be a regional thing.  I haven’t actually been to a wedding in years, so far all I know, nobody does it anymore.  With the more strict drunk driving laws, it may not happen near as often!!!

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      Vikki Hall wrote May 20, 2012
    • Ok so you gotta tell more about the wedding chase. The closest I can come to that is Chinese fire drills........

      I’ve been involved in a few funeral processionsin a few states. They all seem pretty much the same except in the south others pull over, wave and wait till you pass.
      And when I see funeral processions I usually don’t know who they are or the details of their life. tongue out

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      Marya1961 wrote May 20, 2012
    • Never heard of a wedding chase...sounds like fun!

      I have only been in one funeral procession as an adult.  The whole thing just saddens me too much.  I wish to be cremated.

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