Ok, so most people get an odd look on their face when they originally ask for my address.  You see, I live on “my family” Cemetery Road.  And, literally, my grammy had a lot of siblings and the name of the cemetery is their last name (or my grandmother’s maiden name).  But, people tend to act crazy when I say I live at 545 Our Family Cemetery Road.  Very rarely do I give my address to someone outside of this area that I don’t get the response, “you live on a road with a cemetery?”

We don’t really think of it as being a big deal, it’s not like the cemetery is across the road or anything but there are people who live across the road from the cemetery so, whatever.  It’s not a long road, but probably 5 or 6 miles, but still, I live on “Our Family” Cemetery Road.

That ties in, I promise.

When we moved here to the house we live in now, there was a pasture here.  Truly we ran the horses and cows right on out of here.  The land belonged to my mother but my uncle had used it for as long as I could remember for his horses, mules and pigs even at one time.  But, about 3 months prior to our home being put here, he got rid of them and we started cleaning up the area. 

So yea, I live in a house in what was previously a pasture on a a road entitled “Our Family” Cemetery Road.  Are you following me?

That ties in, I promise.

We moved in here in June.  That first winter, we were over come with critters that were not one bit happy about the fact that we had taken over their home.  No, we did not have cows, horses or pigs infiltrating our home, but we had these critters, we call them the Mortimer’s as in (Mortimer Mouse – that’s only funny if you know I collect Mickey Mouse “stuff” but not actual mice).

We called an exterminator who proceeded to tell us we had the worst infestation of field rats that she had ever seen.  And, my children over heard this.  And they are much more traumatized by that than they will ever be over living on “Our Family” Cemetery Road.

That ties in, I promise.

So, today as I head to school to pick up Ditto Boy, we travel down “Our Family” Cemetery Road and we have to actually pass the cemetery.  My kids beg my mom and I to drive around the cemetery so they can look at the “beautiful flowers” all the time.  But, today, we could see a big cloud of black smoke way before we made it to the cemetery. 

A Fire!  Yikes!  That’s pure and unadulterated entertainment in these parts.  It was obvious that the fire had just started because…there were no rubberneckers just yet.  The fire was on the far side of the cemetery from the actual road that’s named “Our Family” Cemetery Road. 

Mini Me and I glanced that way as we had to get moving on and and immediately we met an ambulance.  And, then, a fire truck.  Luckily these fire trucks were coming from a different direction than the ones that had worked the fire at my mom’s house and arrived with no water on the truck.  Yea, whatever. (That’s important, it ties in, I promise).

Another few hundred feet down the road, we meet another fire truck.  Again, coming from the direction of the fire department that happens to be pretty good about keeping water on their trucks.  And, then, another ambulance.

This ties in, I promise.

When my mom’s house burned, the 2 fire trucks local to us arrived at my mom’s with no water and I had to tell them where the closest hydrant was.  Later, the house on the corner burned and the same scenario was repeated.  Fire trucks, no water – “does anyone know where the hydrants are?”

Now we have our very own hydrant but that’s neither here nor there about this story – that part doesn’t relate.

So, we go to school, retrieve Ditto Boy and return on our way home.  Lo and behold, we meet………one of the fire trucks from our town….and he was sitting at a hydrant filling up with water…I can only wonder if he had to ask someone the location of that particular hydrant.

So, here we are, living on “Our Family” Cemetery Road and there is a fire and the ambulance is there and two fire trucks from several miles out are watering down the burning house.  My children beg to make the loop around the cemetery so they can see the fire better but there was no room, too many rubberneckers had already gathered and filled up the road all around the cemetery. 

And so now, we have a fire near the cemetery that happens to be the family cemetery that names the road I live on, “Our Family” Cemetery Road and we have rubberneckers.  Can this story get any sillier?  Sure it can, I haven’t told you how Mortimer and his family fit in yet.

Just as we get a couple of hundred yards from the cemetery headed home (because remember, we do not live that close to the actual cemetery), Ditto Boy says,

“Here’s what I think happened…..see I bet they had a rat and it bit into an electrical wire and caught on fire and no one saw it until it had fired up the whole house”.

Uh?  See, I told you it all fit.