A little story

The_Llamacorn · 2018-05-26 09:49:40

I was born in a pretty big village to a woman named Ameah. She named me Sally. Emidiatly she told me that I was going to compost when I grew up and my nameless third cousin once removed showed me where it was.

As I grew up I did what my mother had told me to and made a compost pile, but I soon forgot about my job when I had my first child. Sadly I can't remember who it was. I had more and more kids but soon many of them started dying and my beloved third cousin once removed died too. So I took on the job of burying people.

We had a huge graveyard but there wasn't a lot of gravestones, just buried people. So I buried my closest loved ones right next to each other and made sure that I put a gravestone there and a pink rose. But soon all the flat rocks were used up so I set off to find more, I didn't bring a cart so I was only able to take one home.

But one the way I had a daughter (that I can't remember the name of), but I was determined to bring her and the flat rock home so I told her to follow me. We made it all the way home. But I still had a job to do so I asked my loving brother, Alfie, to babysit for me and he did. I want to thank him for babysitting a lot of my kids when I had work to do. But anyway, at some point the shovel disappeared and I could not find it anywhere. I really needed it so that I could bury my loved ones, but thankfully my son found it somewhere and I thanked him.

Life went on and I got old but once again all the flat rocks were used up so I told everyone that I was going off to find some more. I said that if I don't make it back just know that I love everyone and they wished me good luck as I ran north with my cart. I found four rocks that I brought home safely. But I was getting old.

I told one of my daughters, Eliza I believe, that it was almost time for me. I showed her where I wanted to be buried and she assured me that she was gonna bury me there. I gave her my knife and the last thing I said was "Remeber me".

Here's the family tree: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=135530

(Sorry this story was a mess it was early in the morning when I wrote it. Also, I forgot to mention some people like my little brother Jeferson and my granddaughter who was named Sally after me)

Last edited by The_Llamacorn (2018-05-26 09:52:02)

Lum · 2018-05-26 12:37:28

You were my great great grandmother! Very cool. Were you the lonely grave between the compost and the town center?

The_Llamacorn · 2018-05-26 12:43:59

Lum wrote:

Were you the lonely grave between the compost and the town center?

No, I believe my daughter buried me in the huge graveyard. There should be a few graves that are next to each other with roses on them.

Mirelli · 2018-05-28 01:40:43

I was your daughter Eliza and I named my daughter after you. I did bury you exactly where you wanted to be. I made you a headstone and left a rose on your grave. I wanted to chisel “mother” into it but there wasn’t enough time in my life as life goes on and many things still needed to be done. I don’t remember much else from that life but I do remember you <3

happynova · 2018-05-28 02:28:49

I was your distant ancestor, Anne Korey. So many of our town were murdered that I didn't hold out a lot of hope for our line continuing on, but we made it 24 generations! I'm so proud of how well you all did.

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