Obit names

[theevan]

The names say something about the place. The list would look different if from NYC or rural Minnesota.

Templet (Tom-play)
Blanchard
Boudreaux
Bourgeois
Cazes (Kaz)
Deselle
Doiron (Dwa-rongh) I don't know how to properly Frenchify the sound.
Dupierre
Gravois
Landry
LeBlanc (Same ending sound as Doiron)
Pettite
Prejean
Robicheaux
Roussel
Thomassie

[millring]

I've been noticing that the routes in my county still show marks of the homesteading families. Four of the routes could almost be named for the family that settled that general area. One is Parker, one is Cripe, one is Metzger/Walther, and one is Wray. The acreage has been divided several times, and many times (if you ask them) the family members no longer even know how they are related, though they maintain the same name.

[Cornflake]

This reminded me of a song by one Todd Frank.

A hundred years ago today a pioneer woman cried
On the same ground where I’m standing with her family by her side
I know because the date is written on a weathered stone
That stands here on the prairie where the summer breezes blow

Though it may seem empty now no one here’s alone
There are many names and dates, there are many stones
Some of them were babies, too young to have a name
Some were here much longer and they lived to work the plains

A redtail hawk makes circles in the blue above the graves
A meadowlark is singing near the stones that bear the names
The first names I don’t know but the last names are the same
As some people who I know who work this ground today

A hundred years ago today a pioneer woman cried
On the same ground where I’m standing with her family by her side
And I look at that old date written on that weathered stone
As I stand here on the prairie where the summer breezes blow

[coachdoc]

Nov 10, 2021 8:48:15 GMT -5 Cornflake said:

This reminded me of a song by one Todd Frank.

A hundred years ago today a pioneer woman cried
On the same ground where I’m standing with her family by her side
I know because the date is written on a weathered stone
That stands here on the prairie where the summer breezes blow

Though it may seem empty now no one here’s alone
There are many names and dates, there are many stones
Some of them were babies, too young to have a name
Some were here much longer and they lived to work the plains

A redtail hawk makes circles in the blue above the graves
A meadowlark is singing near the stones that bear the names
The first names I don’t know but the last names are the same
As some people who I know who work this ground today

A hundred years ago today a pioneer woman cried
On the same ground where I’m standing with her family by her side
And I look at that old date written on that weathered stone
As I stand here on the prairie where the summer breezes blow

Wonderfully written and observant.

[theevan]

That is wonderful

[Shannon]

Maybe a little Lightfoot influence there?

That is really good!

[concertinagirl]

Nov 10, 2021 8:48:15 GMT -5 Cornflake said:

This reminded me of a song by one Todd Frank.

A hundred years ago today a pioneer woman cried
On the same ground where I’m standing with her family by her side
I know because the date is written on a weathered stone
That stands here on the prairie where the summer breezes blow

Though it may seem empty now no one here’s alone
There are many names and dates, there are many stones
Some of them were babies, too young to have a name
Some were here much longer and they lived to work the plains

A redtail hawk makes circles in the blue above the graves
A meadowlark is singing near the stones that bear the names
The first names I don’t know but the last names are the same
As some people who I know who work this ground today

A hundred years ago today a pioneer woman cried
On the same ground where I’m standing with her family by her side
And I look at that old date written on that weathered stone
As I stand here on the prairie where the summer breezes blow

I love this song.  I often play along with the Youtube video of Todd playing it.