The Combes Carnival (p.182-183)
Beyond that sad two acres is a cemetery. The grave yard, contrary to logic, is a very upbeat place. The trees afford shade and some respite from the eternal sultry Texas heat. The graves are decorated with a riot of colorful ribbons and plastic flowers. The eclectic collection of unique gravestones gives a whimsical air to the whole place.
One day, we come upon an open grave. It is ready to receive the remains of some local citizen who has passed on. Ronald suggests that I lie down in this pit, just to see what it feels like. I comply and look up at the blue sky past the earthen walls of someone’s final resting place. It is a sobering experience. I wonder what life is all about. Does God care? Why am I going through so many bizarre experiences? I conclude that I have not chosen very well in life.
Across the dirt road from the entire collection of properties that I have just described, is a dense jungle of mesquite trees and high brush. The twenty-acre thicket is impenetrable and foreboding. However, along the roadside ditch on that side of the unpaved road, the cemetery workers throw ribbons and plastic flowers that have passed their prime and usefulness. It is a final resting place for cast-off grave decorations.
My little girls are oblivious to the somber connotations of a grave yard. They are thrilled with the colorful ornaments. They drag home rainbows of colorful treasures. They decorate the chinaberry tree behind our humble abode with their booty. It gives the entire place the appearance of a carnival.
Uncle Elmer helps Ronald build a tree house platform in one of the low mesquite trees. I think that the children are pretty happy in their new home.
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