Today, like most days, I was driving from one customer to another ..... figuring out how to sell another load of feed when the cell phone rang. Now cell phones in rural Kansas are barely a step above smoke signals on a windy day ... so if it DOES ring you stop as soon as possible or you loose the signal.
As it so happened, the nearest stop to get off the highway happened to be the driveway of an old country cemetery. Well after the call was over, curiosity got the best of me so I stepped from the car and began to look through the headstones at dates and names. Being somewhat of a history buff .. I enjoy visualizing what the "era" would have been like for the person that is eternally resting under the headstone.
There weren't a whole lot of headstones in this .... almost forgotten country graveyard ... but a few were large and sculptured ... some just more or less markers of the grave. Some were affectingly marked as "Mother" or "Father" ... a few said "infant son/daughter of ...." The headstones told little of the persons life, primarily only the date of birth and death .... that is except for "George Pruitt".
Now I never knew George Pruitt ... according to the date on his headstone, he died some 30+ years before I was even born. But I wish I had known him, for on his tombstone was written ..
1853 - 1919
As a neighbor ... commendable
As a friend ... trustworthy
As a father ... honorable
As a husband ... admirable
What more could any man wish to be said of his life.