Her given names were Elizabeth Ann, which has absolutely no connection that I know of to Bob. When I was a toddler she gave me a sheep doll, and I tragged her "Baa Baa" before I could call her Aunt anything. My mother picked up on it and she became "Aunt Baba" and one brother or another re-corrupted it to "Aunt Bother" and the youngest just called her "Aunt Bob" which is the one that stuck into our adulthood.jmra wrote:"Aunt Bob"?
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- Wed Feb 17, 2010 11:12 pm
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Re: Dickinson: Suspicious package left in police station
- Wed Feb 17, 2010 9:38 am
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Re: Dickinson: Suspicious package left in police station
My grandmother's ashes are buried in Arlington cemetary, in an electronics parts box sealed with duct tape.
The family could not settle on a date to take her down and have her buried in my grandfather's grave, so my mother and aunt decided just to go do it without the rest of the family.
My father was concerned about them carrying an urn of ashes on the plane (this was well before 09/11) so he boxed the urn up in an electronics parts box and sealed it up with duct tape.
Both being Army brats, and having been stationed at Ft. Myer when they were kids, they knew the drill, at least the way it used to be.
They arrived at Myer and presented themselves at the burial detail HQ, where they were quickly ushered into a limo with their pall bearer and taken down to Old Post Chapel for a quick service and then to graveside. Cremains get one pall bearer and an honor guard, which met them at graveside.
The service was over and done in minutes, and Mom and Aunt Bob (long story) were already wending their way back to National Airport (before Reagan) when they suddenly realized that they had not seen the urn removed from the box. They called the post and were able to ascertain that the urn was never removed from the box.
So my grandmother is buried in Arlington National Cemetary in an electronics parts box sealed with duct tape, within yards of JFK.
Her well grounded irreverance would really have enjoyed the irony of the general's wife's interrment.
She also would have enjoyed it if someone had declared the box suspicious and blown her ashes all over the landscape.
The family could not settle on a date to take her down and have her buried in my grandfather's grave, so my mother and aunt decided just to go do it without the rest of the family.
My father was concerned about them carrying an urn of ashes on the plane (this was well before 09/11) so he boxed the urn up in an electronics parts box and sealed it up with duct tape.
Both being Army brats, and having been stationed at Ft. Myer when they were kids, they knew the drill, at least the way it used to be.
They arrived at Myer and presented themselves at the burial detail HQ, where they were quickly ushered into a limo with their pall bearer and taken down to Old Post Chapel for a quick service and then to graveside. Cremains get one pall bearer and an honor guard, which met them at graveside.
The service was over and done in minutes, and Mom and Aunt Bob (long story) were already wending their way back to National Airport (before Reagan) when they suddenly realized that they had not seen the urn removed from the box. They called the post and were able to ascertain that the urn was never removed from the box.
So my grandmother is buried in Arlington National Cemetary in an electronics parts box sealed with duct tape, within yards of JFK.
Her well grounded irreverance would really have enjoyed the irony of the general's wife's interrment.
She also would have enjoyed it if someone had declared the box suspicious and blown her ashes all over the landscape.