My Inner Sanctum: September 2018

September 19 2018

I have a traveling friend who comes here once a year. I pick him up we drive around the Cape cemeteries and scenery have lunch and part.
I look forward to it each year.
Rented a car this year afraid it would be too much on my Saturn. Well worth the money to eliminate that stress. I still love my green car though. :(

Left here a bit before 9am
Pick up Bob.
6A to 124 to
Brewster memorial cemetery
then left out of there to Great Western in Harwich to rt 6a to
Yarmouth Ancient Cemetery
then Grays beach and a pit stop!
then Station/Union to rt 28 in South Yarmouth
cvs in South Yarmouth for Bob's roll on pain reliever not available
where he lives.

they only had one. We were getting out of the way of an ambulance from Chatham
Then CVS in West Yarmouth let him use 30% coupon they had 2 of what he likes.
99 restaurant we were both hungry I had plate of french fries and black decaf coffee
he had lobster roll french fries and cole slaw
Then to Chandler Gray we found most on the list I had and I went back to check section A as we were leaving
walked around for 2017 2018 stones and was headed back to the car and saw Cecchi
from the corner of my eye! unreal. meant to be. The name has yet to show up on cemetery find.

rt 28 back to Chatham stop at Dairy Queen in Harwich for a chocolate dip twirl cone for Bob
Hardings beach went for a walk to light house back in the parking lot was a truck and guys with a drone camera huge!
then the loop stopped at Champlain rock then down Bridge street lighthouse was packed down shore road to Scatteree parking lot almost gone.

turn at Ryders cove road I think then to Eastward point- photos of us naval air station plaque

then turned onto rt 28 and got bob back to his friend's house. a great day well spent.
got back here around 5pm

Will add photos tomorrow.

well not tomorrow but Sunday. Thursday Friday and Saturday were devoted to doing the posting of gravestone photos, food shop and getting my uncle to do a dna spit test!
So today I cleaned ate lunch and now tried to update this blog only to find that when I have Chrome as my default browser I cannot edit Inner Sanctum and I suppose same story with Dropstitch Dit Dit oh well.

Brewster Memorial cemetery. Found mostly what I, or we, were looking for. Some interesting things:

Yarmouth Ancient Cemetery

I think I photographed this plaque 5 years ago but did not realize until this time that it is for a hairdresser that was a customer either at Siren's Song or Lelo's Videos I think she had a partner named Pemberton? and their shop was The Little Snip. Sad she was young.

ah just did some more research! not the hairdresser.
E Eugene Gonyer

a beautiful black shiny bench- no names though!

John B Hartwell

Patricia Holloman

Joshua Macro- wheelchair bound hit and killed.

I remember having a heck of a time figuring out the name!
Neally - Snow

Sandy- and with research last name Sumner

Tourjee art work "love"

Co worker of my mother's when she worked at the bank- toddler son died age 3. The grave never changes.

then to Gray's Beach or Bass Hole for a pit stop and pictures- walked out to the observation deck at the end of the boardwalk.

more later- browser crashing
last of Gray's Beach pix really low tide!

Off to rt 28 from there to CVS- 2 of them in search of a pain relief roll on for my friend. 1 in South Yarmouth then the one in West Yarmouth had two. Then over to 99 restaurant. I had a huge plate of French fries and my friend had a lobster roll, French fries and cole slaw. Then we headed to Chandler Gray cemetery. My skirt kept falling off my hips grrr. no pix of that LOL
a former co worker's husband's grave he was a cop in Yarmouth for years

appears to be Russian

an unmarked grave

Then yanking up my skirt again got in the car and thought wait I want to check section A for anything "new" out of the corner of my eye I saw a black stone white lettering "Cecchi" oh my! They are not even in the records but the son told me at Barbara's viewing where their remains would be. And there it was. William Cecchi born same date to the year as my mother, and Barbara, a former boss from Coach & Four. died on my birth date.

Harding's beach- walk to light house and back

then heading back a dog approaches me- and is with Jan a woman I have not seen in maybe 20 years. Her husband went to school with my brother and they are good friends. Did a quick catch up and then proceeded back to the parking lot. There was a drone!

from there let's see- drove to the loop pausing at the curve so bob could take photos of Hoyt's light house from there, then Bridge Street and by the Chatham light- parking lot full and a tour bus. Then to Scatteree. Saw a deer near where the Hiscock's used to live. And a cool hedge

the parking lot at Scatteree is basically gone. There and Eastward Point are a tough turn around.
Naval Air Station Plaque

Pretty rough and cold out there

***

A second cousin once removed died in August of this year and the family sent me his funeral card and a note. That was Friday. I immediately typed a reply that I knew I would have to have printed out in the library. So Monday skipped my morning coffee, never a good idea, and waited for the 9:27am bus.
This is what they sent. The hand written note about Bill wanting them to contact me when he passed was all I needed for a torrent of tears. Never met him but he was a huge help with the family tree on the Gilger side

my thank you. LOL noticed in the library as it was printing that "Park" tabbed too far to the right. Nothing to be done.
                       Cynthia Moore
                        152 B Commerce Park
                        South Chatham MA 02659
                        September 8 2018
Jeffrey & Patricia Gilger
P.O. Box 322
Midpines CA 95345

Dear Jeffrey & Patricia,
I am overwhelmed with emotion at the receipt of this news. So very sorry for the loss of your father.
He sent me a huge portfolio of Gilger genealogy I think 10 years ago. It took me that long to get it into my tree!
He was witty, informative and worldly. A pleasure communicating with him and having him forever a "second cousin one time removed" .
I really lost it when I read your note " Dad asked us to let you know when he passed away" >sobbing<
Thank you for letting me know and including the photo composite and brief history of his life. A life well lived.
Take care
Most Sincerely
Cynthia Moore
***
so back to the bus trip. First let me state it is a major affair getting my ass out of here before 9. And I had set aside 8 quarters for the bus fare. I am fussy about my quarters and sort through for "America The Beautiful" ones I need. I definitely DO NOT USE Canadian quarters. ever. but this happened anyhow. note to self- carry 10 quarters next time. LOL

I was early for the bus and paced up and down route 28. Decided I had enough time to mail off a parcel to a former friend and get him completely out of my life. That done back to route 28

I catch the bus. Show my senior card and deposit 4 quarters and walk to my seat- driver calls me back- one more quarter- this is Canadian. I say " How's that? I do not have Canadian quarters?" oh well I sift through what I have and deposit another quarter. Now I am left with 3 American and a Canadian. I will exchange it at a bank when in town. So I think.

My list of things to do was: pee, print letter, go to Sundance Jeans and check out their leggings "guaranteed to fit EVERYONE", find stick incense, check yarn prices at Ben Franklin, and exchange the Canadian quarter.

Rest rooms open and clean. phew.

Walk to library and an over jovial guy says "Goodmorning! Do I recognize you?" I say "From where?" he says "just kidding"

ugh.
Get to the library and too early. Stand around and take photos. A man in a wheel chair squeaks by and sequesters himself in the corner by the door.

Library OPEN sign flipped and door opens. Librarian holds the door for the wheelchair man and I lift up his book bag he had dropped. She then hoists a chair out of the computer room and he slips in. I slip behind him and print my letter. Who should sit to my right and make small talk with the wheelchair man but the overly jovial guy from the street. I heard him approach and was asking too many questions quickly of the clerks. oh joy.

so I leave there and traipse on up to Sundance. I walk in cashier clerk ask if I need help. I asked if all the leggings are out front- no more inside here. I read the sign aloud "guaranteed to fit all- but not me " LOL she laughed and said yes they will- nope the waist is too tight. I swear they looked like toreador pants high wide tight waist. I told her I had not been in the store for almost 20 years and had on a dress I bought there. 2 of them lasted 20 years. Fresh Produce. She tried to entice me to check out their sale. No thank you- really only interested in leggings.

Walking along towards the Tibetan shop I think to myself. I bet what happened on the bus is the person before me used a Canadian coin and the driver did not notice until me of course. So almost an hour later when I got the bus back- same driver. I got on and asked if the "tolls were clear" then stuck my quarters in slowly. grrrr. I know it is ONLY 25 cents. but still...

So I get to the Tibetan shop just as she opens. Nice store. Now I know I cannot use my spare 5.00 for the incense and will have to charge it. No problem. I spent a whopping 4.25 and no questions asked. Happy as a clam to have the incense. Then I head to Ben Franklin store hoping to spent money there- you know help small businesses. I check out the yarn- all of it priced at least 1-2 dollars more than Hyannis. I find a Red Heart skein 7 ounces perfect for a shawl - price 4.98 and take it to the cashier. Standing there I read the sign in wonder. 4% off for cash, 4% added for credit card. what the fuck. Since when can they do that? When I worked retail the rule was if you accepted credit cards you had to accept them for any amount. no discounts either way. So I said is that real? and she said yes. I walked the yarn back to its slot and walked out.

Then to the fucking bank. Friendly how may I help you etc. I need a Canadian quarter changed as the bus doesn't take them and that is all I have now. Nope no take. oh swell

So I head to the post office to mail the letter to the Gilgers. Nice day but I can tell it wants to rain. Actually wish it would! Needed just one stamp and I was off to find a place to buy something to get change of quarters LOL. Good old CVS I was hoping to find a cheap lip tint- you know the tinted lip balms for a dollar. I guess no more! So found toothpaste under 5 bucks. And checked out. The clerk said Hi how's your day. I answered oh fine but weird. I explained my quarter problem sloppily and she offered to exchange it. wow. I thanked her but said I would try to handle this. By that I mean I will save that sucker for posterity LOL

Checked my watch and still to early for the 11:07 bus back. So I hauled my ass to Union cemetery and stopped by to see and say Hi to Georgia Traina . Boy that hill on foot is something else! Looked around for any new burials found none and left to wait for the bus.
Water meter uncovered in Union cemetery nice dangerous "hole"

Walked back towards town. Another person was waiting for the bus with his bike. Cars were stopping to let him pass but he motioned them on. We pay and get on and the guy sitting across from me smelled like a cheesy fart and gasoline. LOL The guy with the bike was very chatty and apparently worked for a restaurant in Hyannis.

so I have the bus drop me at School House ice cream and I walk back here.
The men are still clearing away the underbrush and straggly trees. It ended up taking them all days and at least 4 loads of brush to take away. It looks fabulous!

Trees: DelRoy & Riley working

^^^^
always a noise maker in the neighborhood LOL

Now to the rodent part of the day. I got back here as they were about halfway through the brush removal. I check my mail- none. I rinse off the bottom of my sneakers. And head to walk the long way around to my door. Not wanting to track in any hardening from the gas leak mess.
I look down and see a large tiny furry thing. Not a cat not a mouse. Looked dead. So I alert DelRoy that I need him or Riley to dig a hole for it so I can bury it. I come back to it and it is moving. very slowly. very. uh oh. Not good. I talk to it. Nothing. I go and get the pooper scooper and pick it up and it lets out a loud squeaky squeal! I thought it would run up my leg but it stayed on the scoop as I walked it to DelRoy and Riley for a laugh.
Riley says looks like it ate something. Meaning poison, but the base of the tail looked chewed at. who knows- I wanted it away from my shower and entry. So I walked it to the wooded path behind the other bays. We joked that I wanted to dowse it with gasoline and strike a match. I really did not know what to do other than what I did. Glad no one was around with a shot gun- that would have been messy.