Around 7:00 this morning I went to a local cemetery for the African American community of Apopka Florida. It was small and quiet. I was squatting in my bathrobe, taking a picture, when I could see someone coming. The sun was just beginning to caress the tombstones. The glare made it difficult to see him clearly. He wasn't happy. Suddenly I noticed his last name, which is my maiden name. I stood up, in my bathrobe, and smiled joyfully and said, "we must be related". His annoyance left and he smiled. We talked about the Bell family and he shows me a picture of his white great grandfather. I left the cemetery with a rather nice picture of this gentleman and an offer to return whenever I wished.
@kali66 in my defense, I wasn't planning on meeting anyone 🤣 thought I would run to the post office that is so small no one goes... But it was closed. I ended up in the large post office with bathrobe. I just pretended it was in style 😉. Once I got through that , the cemetery seemed safe.
December 8th, 2023
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