Fate has a way of directing things, or misdirecting, however you choose to view it.
We were supposed to hook up with Roland & Irma at First Monday to do a little shopping,
but fate had other plans.
We wandered around on our own, perusing this & that, not really looking for anything special.
I did find myself a nice lightweight coat, perfect for this fall weather,
ate some fried green tomatoes and generally just screwed around.
Steve decided he wanted to go across to the livestock part so, off we went.
On our way we passed the Canton graveyard, a very old graveyard.
Guess who's grave's we discovered?
Steve's grandparents! He swears he didn't know they were buried there, how weird is that?
|Paul T. Mann/ died 1948 & Una Mae Mann/ died 1951|
We always stay on the fair grounds, but this day we didn't. I don't know what fate had, or has in mind, I'm just saying, really weird!
We did eventually make it over to the livestock area and saw this on the way...