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New Hope Memorial

I had this conversation 2X last week.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

"Well, we're having this sort of family reunion."

"Where?"

"It's in New Hope. Kind of near Jewett. uh, Mexia.? Halfway between here and Houston."

They know where that is. "In a park or pavilion?"

"No, actually it's in the cemetery!"

"In the. what? Whoa."

Yeah, I used to think everybody did something like this. This week I learned doing this is kind of different. Cool!

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My dad and stepmother and husband. I'm not sure about this blouse. It's a vintage. I need to accessorize it a little better. Some chunky jewelry.

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This is where it all started. Napoleon Bonaparte Story and his wife Elizabeth. We always, always go to their graves when we visit. They're at the very back of the cemetery.

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Afterward we had pecan pie at Aunt Verlon's. It was so awesome. I just took it all in.

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