Monday, August 3, 2009
This old place, located across from the Tall Chief market in Syringa, was once a funeral parlor according to the market's owner.
It's perched at at an intersection of two back roads. Ordinarily--at least around Mathews--these intersections were homes to country stores, post offices, or both. Even today most of our convenience stores are located at major intersections. It makes sense to put a business at a place where travelers/motorists converge.
But a funeral parlor? On the corner?
I really find it hard to believe that such a charming house which is dripping in heart-shaped leaves was a house of death. (Go ahead and double click on either image and tell me those aren't hearts hanging from the vines.) But I'll trust the gentleman knows what he's talking about.
Funeral parlors always make me think of the funniest story I believe I've ever heard about someone's unfortunate passing. Click here to read about a local character named Mousie, his lawn mower, and a case of mistaken identity. Please read it, you won't be sorry.
Does this look like a funeral parlor to you?
Do you have an unusual story involving a funeral?
Isn't Tall Chief an unusual name for a market?
Is it really August already?
Did you know that if I didn't force myself to stop writing and asking these questions that I could keep typing until the cows come home or one of us ended up in the funeral parlor, whichever one is later?
Have a great Monday, and welcome to August.
(I'm forcing myself to stop now. You're welcome.)