Yesterday, I participated in a volunteer gathering to do “headstone restoration” at a local cemetery where veterans are buried.
“‘These colors don’t run’ so we are not canceling” is what the coordinator said Friday night on Facebook.
Things are canceling left and right due to Coronavirus, but I decided I needed to show up and fulfill my commitment even though I could have said I needed to create “social distance.”
Here’s an epiphany: “Headstone restoration is not cleaning the headstones with a cleaning solution and elbow great. Oh no – it is placing braces on them, then manipulating them to loosen the ground around them, then lifting them out of their “sockets.”
The intent is to repack the “socket” so the headstones are appropriately aligned with each other and not leaning at nonuniform angles.
Justin (last name unknown) from the National Cemetery in Tallahassee was there to oversee the process. He’s the foreman at the cemetery and has been overseeing national cemetery work for 12 years.
I was in awe of his knowledge about the process and his attention to detail.
Once he worked with us to get the first stone in the row at the right height and alignment, he didn’t go to the next one (or have us go to the next one). He went to the last one in the row and got it perfect. It was the “keystone,” he said, and he arranged two strings, one at the bottom and one at the top, to run down the entire line of headstones so we would know how to put all the headstones between the first and the last in place.
*end of five minutes*
There was a lesson in that, it seemed. The lesson appeared to be “look down the road to where you want to end up, and draw a line back from that to your starting place. Otherwise, you could end up out of line.
It was detailed and the work itself was quite physical, but our veterans deserve no less.
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