If you live in North Texas, Saturday brought a welcome surprise ... The clouds had a pity party for the farms & fields that have turned brown during this long drought. I'm sure the sun will come out tomorrow -- and with it 100+ heat -- but for today I'm enjoying the unexpected precipitation.
This week has brought a funeral as well as a rainstorm ... Even us city kids watched the different clouds and the way the wind shifted north and west from Oklahoma. After the funeral Mass, we drove to the Mt. Carmel Cemetery outside of Electra, past Punkin Center. The fields had been burned to a crisp -- not even the cows were in sight. Still, each family took the cemetery tour after the internment. Most of the names were German ones: Fluesche, Hartmangruber, Roessler, Jacobi. According to Chuck, one ancestor -- Emil Fluesche -- settled there and brought other people from the Old Country to farm cotton and wheat in the 1870s & 80s. Chuck gave the quick tour to one of our cousins who'd come up from San Antonio for his mother's funeral ... I doubt that he knew how much history was contained in such a tiny plot of red dirt.
So, what does Sherlock have to do with rain and funerals? On the drive back to Dallas, I discovered that my cousins also watched Doctor Who and other British shows ... even the old ones like Up Pompeii. Perhaps it's because both attended schools that taught Latin. Who knows? I should've guessed since Chuck's vehicle has a Union Jack pasted to the back window. Strange that we don't have that much time together, yet we wind up in the same cultural place ... Hmmm. You might deduce that nurture tops nature, as far as personality development goes. Either that, or I read waaaay too much.
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