Hello everyone! Sorry I missed last week, I have been sick as a dog but having the time of my life. Those are the words of Gomer Pyle from the Andy Griffith Show. I watched a lot of Andy while I was sick. Love that show.
This week’s topic is a little touchy to some people, but I’m going ahead and talking about it anyway.
Funerals, nobody wants to talk about funerals. I have always told my friends Debra Overton and Gina Epperson to make sure I have a nice funeral because Jacob cannot plan a funeral. It would be some Mickey Mouse goings on. I decided all this before my husband passed because I knew he couldn’t plan a funeral either.
Now me, I can plan a funeral…the whole works. My mom’s family is buried at a cemetery out in the sticks close to Knoppers Ford, out past Booneville. That’s where my mom and dad are buried. The name of the cemetery is Bud Davis Cemetery. It’s nice, quiet and peaceful. It’s a real pretty cemetery, too.
Well one day out of the blue, Jacob says to me, “mom have you ever thought about being buried somewhere closer that’s not so far away?” I mean you get one funeral, usually, and my son doesn’t want to make the trip to Bud Davis Cemetery because it’s too far?! I mean who cares what a woman’s last wishes are? Let’s just find any old cemetery that will take me and put me in it as long as it’s close by. I act like I’m thinking about it. Well, I don’t know. I mean most people don’t want to be buried with complete strangers. I guess what I’m trying to get around to asking is, does anybody out there have an empty plot that I at least know, don’t have to be related to? Oh, another qualification. It has to be close so my only son, Jacob, who I went through 15 hours of labor to have, so he won’t have to drive far. Enough of that situation.
Another thing about my burial is, that I’m going to write my eulogy. I’m going to have instructions for my nieces and nephews and greats. I want an open casket so everyone can say, “doesn’t she look good?” I would come home from funerals when Chuck was alive and I would say, “they sure looked good.” He would always act upset and say, “How could they? They are dead.” I’d say, “dead people can look good!”
I always want my friend Debra Overton to get a good seat up front. I have already talked to Sam Callahan at Heritage Memorial and I told him if I’m laying in that casket with three chins, I will come back and haunt him. I told him whatever it takes to make sure I only have one chin. If you want to know what you will look like, get a hand miror and when you lay in bed at night, look at yourself and that’s what it will be.
I’m a little mean, but I make up for it by being healthy. Words of Earnest T Bass. Enough about funerals, let’s move on to good food. Oh, and I want everyone to have plenty to eat after my funeral, also.
This recipe comes from a friend of mine, Shelia Hill. This is good for any meal, not just breakfast. Enjoy and have a great week.
2 pounds of shredded hashbrown potatoes (in freezer section)
1/2 cup melted butter
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 pint of sour cream
1 can cream of chicken soup
2 cups grated cheddar cheese
Mix all the ingredients in a large bowl Make sure potatoes are thawed. Pour into a greased casserole dish and bake in a preheated 350-degree oven for 45 minutes.